New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

last letter to YOU Ten years My love is not buried aS TfaS
killed by unceasng prisons Do not deceive youSe e i
Marquette The haircloh the floor, the open cell
will never make YOU forget The unbdden tear the heart
cryyou stop them Ten years. ney T ma a'e eaytb
was mine and all its treasures at feet were ald oo
knows I'd yielG them for look OF thine' 10 near YOU
speak a single word you SAID! ~ -,
Lepaul crushed this last letter in his fist "Ah, an.
he prowled "And if he is not dead already 1t IS in my
power to have him shot ,
Pardon, Herr Commandant, If differ, interrupted
Lepaul turned his head quickly The first thing he
saw was the mouth of an army revolver leveled
within a foot of his head For fraction OF second ne
glanced into that oritce which was YET deep
and wide as the pit of DEATH then he looked at the man
who had entered through the open window
The man was of great stature, and the green chaS-
seurS jacket that covered his breast was strained 10
bursting point He had a broken KEPT that hung over
his left eye large high nose with sharp bridge ana
pair of enormous gray mustaches his features were
eacated but there fire enough and to spare IN MS
glittering eyes. ~,
aPray do not move begged the nterrupter: 81 am
Count Raoul Dagobert, once Captain OF Culrassiers
now franC-tireur -,
Prince Lepau staring Death right in the face, nelthe1
@Ym do wrong to open your window shutters, Herr
Commandant True the window is twelve feet above
the garden: but ivy do not make bad ladder:
have been outside three hours seeking an interview
"Wcn?" answered the PruSSan, cool as ice.
you have one of my children here, believe Alive
or dead? DO say that he is dead unless you speak
truly"
Il DO not know what YOU are talking about"
81 allule to one Of my little family who, for
SON. took himself off from my bivouac came to this con
vent scaled a wall, and has not since returned. We
tracked him by his footsteps in the snow. That was
easy; for he wears unusual boots. Now, | am very
fond Of my children, Herr Commandant. might even
say that love them. Do you know anything about
him."
"Hc is here
Alive or dead?"
The Prussan hcstatcd He was perfectly we'll
aware that this Frenchman would pistol him on the in
slant if he answered that the man was dead And
though he no coward, yet abrupt extinction had
an rnncrving aspect. He replied, after pause, Il
cannot tell He was shot by sentry; but when | saw
him he was still living
"Whcrc was he Shot?'
Through the right lung.
And where is he now
in the chapel.
You left him there to bleed to death?"
The bullet extracted, the wound cleaned, the
hcmorrhagc stopped.
you have a surgeon with you''
40. | understand first aid
~Ah! You did it yourself? \ point in your favor.
Kindly keep still. Why did you take this trouble over
a franc-tireur!
The Prussian shrugged his shoulders.
wen, cannot say. He had an unusual face. He
You are right. Shall tell YOU his name?'
at is Eticnne ST. Honor6.
All You have been reading his letters. You have
heard Of Eticnne St. Honore'
THAT honor was never mine.
81 am sorry for YOU He is a fine poet. He has the
profound tragedy of Racine and the lyric touch OF
Lamartine.'
"Whv DO YOU trhe?
Pardon Monsieur never do that l am entirely
earnest assure YOU thank YOU for your Of my
friend have never known German to spare franc
tireur trust for your sake that he will live. confess
that cannot understand his leaving me- Be 50 good as
to give me his letters. You within your right in
reading them You say that he is in the chapel of this