The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1903-08-13
UNDER TWO FLAGS

driven ary other to revolt and murder;
have seen him-f have told you how
at Zaraila, thinking never of death Cr
Of life, only Of our dag. Look you!
have seer him so tried that l told him
Il. who love my army better than any
living thing under the sun that
would forgive him II nc forgot duty
and dealt with bis tyfant as man to
man. And be always held his soul In
patience. why7 Not because he fear
ed death-he desired it-but because
he loved his comrades and suffered In
peace and In silence lest. through him.
they should be led into evil"
His eyer softened as he heard her,
but the ihHexibility Of his voice never
altered.
ut Is useless to argue with me-" he
said briefly. II lever change a SEN
tcrce."
But / say that you shall" As the
nudaclous words were flung forth she
looked him full In the eyes, while her
voice rang with its old imperious ora
tOTy. lou are - BtcdS Shici Aoo
are as a monarch here. You hold the
gifts and the grandeur of the empire.
but because Of that. because you are as
France In my eyes. l swear, by the
name of France. that you shall SEQ
Justice done to him-after death IL you
cannot In life. Do you know who ID
he, this man whom his comrades will
shoot down at sunrise as they shoot
down the murderer and the ravisher In
their crimes? He Is a man who vindi-
Gated a woman's honor. He Is a man
who suffers In his brothers place. He
Is an a~ristocrat exiled to a martyrdom.
He Is d hero who has never been great
er than he will be great In his last
hour. Read that What you refuse to
justice and mercy and courage and
guiltlessness you will grant maybe to
your order"
statement of Cecirs name and station.
The French marshal glanced his eye
on the fragment carelessly and coldly.
As he saw the words he started and
read on with wondering eagerness.
"Royallleu!" he muttered. Royal.
lleur The years had been many since
Cecil and he had met. but not SO many
but that the name brought memories
Of friendship with 1t and moved hin
with a strange emotion.
He turned with grave anxiety to Gig
arctic.
"You speak strangely. How came
this In your hatdsT"
THUS: The day that you gave me the
cross I saw Princess Corona. l hated
her. and | went-no matter. From her
l learned that he whom we call Louis
Victor was of her rank, was of old
friendship with her house, was cxiled
and nancless, but for some reason un-
known to her. She needed to see him.
l took the message for her. l sent him
to her. He went to her tent. alone. at
night. That was. of course. whence
he came when Chateauroy met him. l
doubt not the Black Hawk had some
foul thing to hint of his visit and that
the blow was struck for her-for her!
Well, In the streets of Algiers l saw
a man with a face like his own-dif-
ferent. but the same race, look you.
l spoke to him. / taxed him. When
he found that the one whom l spoke Of
was under sentence of death. he grew
mad. He cried out that he was his
brother and had murdered him-that
1t was for his sake that the cruelty Of
this exile had been borne-that II his
brother persisted he would be his de-
stroyer. Then l bade him write down
that paper, and l brought it hither to
you that you might see that l have
uttered the truth. And now Is that
man to be killed like q mad beast
whom you fear? Is that death the re-
ward France will give for Zarailn?"
AS he heard he was visibly moved.
He remembered the felon's shame that
In years gone by had fallen across the
banished name Of BERTHE Cecil. The
history seemed clear as crystal to him
seer beneath the light shed on 1t from
other days.
His hand fell heavily on the gun
carriage.
Heavens! It was his brothers sin.
not his" The marshal swung round
with a rapid sign to a staff officer.
"Pens and ink-instantly! My brave
child, what can we say to you? l will
send an aid to arrest the execution OF