Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-02-21

ter them broadcast to buy back our drunken
hostlers. But Maurice made q grt-
Is not the kings sealed wine which carry.
have cask Of the best, which is at the
service of my friends, and if" here he
lowered his voice and spoke into the ear OF
We'll, wen. cast him loose" the sergeant
ordered. Far be it from me to interfere
with the kings wine. But when you meet
with the Marechal de MontraveI do not for
get to inform his excellency what an excel
lent and deserving fellow is Sergeant Passy
Of the 24th Regiment of Grenadiersr'
Indeed. shall not forget!' said the wag-
goner, heartily, but in the mea ntime give
me hand at unslinging this, which carry
under my third wagon, 1t does not bear the
seal royal. but it viii trickle down thirsty
Threats like divine nectar for all that"
The soldiers piled their pieces with locks
OF expectation, and with right good viii
| assisted in broaching small cask of white
wine which was attached underneath the
third of Pierre's wagons.
The sergeant looked after Billy a trifie
regretfully.
"A sturdy capable fellow that" he said.
shaking his head. '"Tis well that am
not have let him go so easily. should adj
wise you to obtain letter of protection for
him before you are day Older
Pierre, the waggoner, thanked him pro-
fusely for his advice.
II will see to 1t this very day." he said.
The sergeant Of grenadiers looked at him
q tribe strangely over his cup.
For a man so generously provided with
papers, he said slyly. you are strangely
ignorant. 1t Is not on the Cause de Larzac
| that one can provide oneself with such let
tiers OF protection"
"And where may / be able to obtain
them?" said Pierre humbly. II am from
the far north, as you may heart" He had
the blank forms in his breast pocket at that
moment, but it was just Well to know.
why, as to that, either from the gov
ernOr of the COyenneS at MeQd6. Mons de
Broglie, or when you come to the camp OF
the Marshal de Montravel!
But you, sergeant, must give me paper
saying that you have tried this man ana
discharged him as worthless.
THAT I WILL the soldier laughed. "or at
least so will Philip Manse. Once Philip was
Protestant as rare psalm singer as any.
but few matches in the palm of his hand
applied by Monsieur the Able du Chaila
converted him for good rare fearful
man is this Manse, but he can compose
hand-of-writ like an angel
The tall soldier with the lantern jaws,
who had not been thought of sufficient i'm
portance to warrant him drinking along
with the fellows, was now called forward
and ordered to write a protective paper
which would have some merit in it, the SER
geant prompting him before he set Quill to
paper paper, o.,.uo, IT,,
De Breslin, do you hear?" ordered the SER
geant. THAT will carry more weight than
the name of a mere halbert carrier. Be-
sides, we march Immediately to the north
to counter the English duke on the Rhine
who will be any the wiser? There-done
like good fellow. A bumper of wine for
Manse. What-you do not drink? Well,
your health, Manse! I at least have no
scruples."
And the soldier swigged down the tall
can of wine provided for the scribe, who,
meantime. was looking at his own rubica
ton of the name De Breslin with the ap
probation of an artist.
AS he rose, however, from the bench on
which he had been sitting. with the paper
still in his hand, he waved it to dry the ink
in such a way as to attract the attention of
Billy Marshall, the gypsy, who was mend
ing broken strap with whipcord. A glance
of extraordinary meaning shot between the
two men-a glance which, though Unseen
by the sergeant and his men, was not lost
upon Pierre, the wagner.
"Once a Camisard always Camisard,"
he muttered to himself. II question whether
the conversion Of that grenadier Is as gen.
uine his sergeant supposes"
CTo be continued.)