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a few English words too much for
him still: gratitude" seemed 10 De
one. He stood up and his great eyes
Klowed down at her "Mademolselle'
lie said, two women Of eartn' my
mother and Alike, are for me the
Madonnas- the crown OF women and
his glance lifted to the ceiling as II
10 heaven, without pose. unconscious
a look no American could ever nave
worn. And VOLTA, Mademolselle, my
little scholar will always stand next
TO and close 20 them" lie bent over
her hand and his lips touched IT long
and tenderly. "Is It right between
us. mon annie? Are we friends al
ways? It is indeed so for Ire Win
me-"
And little Lucy felt heaI;Is peace
settling on her bruised feelings ana
heard herself saying generous words
of friendship which healed also as
she spoke them.
Then, II must find that savage boy
Henry. and beseech him to spare my
life" spoke Francois at last. My
life IS Of more value today. that II
possesses a sure friend ir Mademoi-
selle Lucy" he said and smiled ra-
dainty. And was gone.
Lucy. 10 her astonishment, felt
Iight-hearted, felt as If moved into a
large, clear sunshiny atmosphere
out OF the stormy unrest which had
lately held her. Also she found her-
self thinking over the astonish-
ing things which Francois had said
OF her cousin Harry. II would seem
indeed as IL the undying love for
the Chevalier BeaupTe which had
possessed her yesterday might. after
all, have been a very young girls IN
fatuation for an older man, for a
dramatic character manner Of
oh
Such things happen. Lucy Hamp-
ton. level-headed as well as warm
hearted, began TO see in an I'M
phrased way even as soon as her
knight had left her. that 1t might be
so with her. And. with that thought.
came the thought OF Harry.
He said-that Harry loved me!
herself. And the brOken-hearted one
was smiling.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
Once More at Home.
In fewer words. with less told.
Francois straight forwardness meta
mOrphOsed the angry lad Harry
Hampton into a follower more de
voted than he had been even In the
first flush OF enthusiasm for his res
cued prisoner. Again the boy dcgged
his footsteps and adored him frank
friends again with his friend. Won
dered at the goodness and generosity
Of the people OF this world. 1t is
roughly true that one finds life In
general like a mirror: that II one
looks into it with a smile and a
cordial hand held out one meets
smiles and outstretched hands in re-
turn. Through all his days ii had
happened so with this child Of a
French village.
So that when the day came at last
when he stood once more on the
deck OF the Lovely Lucy, loaded with
her cargo OF tobacco for foreign
ports. Francois felt as il ne were
leaving home and family. The long
green carpet OF the rolling lawn OF
Roanoke was crowded with people
come to tell him goodby. All of his
soldier boys were there. the lads
trained by him, one and all ready TO
swear by him or to die for him. Lucy
and Harry stood together. and the
servants were gathered to do him
honor. and people had ridden from
all over the county for the farewell.
His eye dimed with tears OF grateful
ness. he watched them as the gang
plank was drawn up and the sails
caught the wind and the ship swung
slowly out into the stream.
Come back again--come back
again" they called from the shore
Francois heard the deep tones of
the lads and the rich voices Of the
Negroes and he knew that some
there could not speak, even as he
could not. So he waved his hat ST.
lently. and the ship moved faster and
the faces on the lawn seemed smaller,
farther away. and yet he heard those
following voices calling TO him, more
family:
Come back again-oh. come back
again!"
And with that the negroes had
broken into a melody. and the ship
moved on 10 the wild sweet music.
Way Down Upon de Swanee Rib
ber' the Negroes sang, and the ship
was at the turn OF the river. The
stately walls OF Roanoke house. the
green slope crowded with figures Of
his friends. the sparkling waterfront
the current had swept away all Of
the picture and he could only hear
that wailing music of the Negroes
voices. lower. more titful; and now
II was gone. He had left Virginia;
he was on his way TO friends. And
for all his JOY OF going. he was heavy
hearted for the leaving.
The weeks went slowly at sea, but
after while he had landed. was in
France was at NicQues. He had seen
his mother. with her hair whitened
by those years OF his prison nfe-a
happy woman now. fun Of business
and responsibility, yet always with
rapt look IN her face as OF one who
lived I'm a deep inner quiet He had
talked loEg talks with his prosper
Gus father and slipped into his pl
place among his brothers and sisters
utterly refusing TO be made
strangsr OF a great man. And over
ans s~-r again ne had told the story
OF his capture and the story of his
escape and the story of the Count
Won Gersdorf's great fancy for the
song which they all knew
DE tous cote's I on dit que j.
suis bette:
Celia Sc pueti Et dependant j'en
ris."
Family. old friends who gather 70
see the little Francois Beaupre whC
had gone SO far from his village al
& heara hurnrned the Souw with him as