The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-09-13
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MARY RAYMOND SHLPMAN ANDREWS.


At this point of memory the bed
room door opened, and the governor
came out, In great good humor snc
ready to eat and drink as became an
Austrian soldier. The dinner was
brought In, but Francois. for all his
efforts to do his part. could not swai-
low food. or very little. The fever.
the unrest burning in him, made It
impossible. Count Gersdorf looked
at him seriously when dinner was
over; as yet Francois, talking, laugh
ing, singing, had eatsn not over hall
q dozen mouthfuls.
Certainly you are not WELL" he
said Il think the doctor should see
you" And then he nodded his head
and his small eyes cleaned with q
brilliant thought. II know q medi'
cine better than q doctors" He stood
up and his fingers were working at
the chain of keys at his belt. Fran
co.'s watched them and saw the thin.
old, brass key which he slipped on.
"A bottle of wine Of our Italian an.
cestOrs-yours and mine, Beaupre'-
the count chuckled-"that will cure
you of your Ills for this evening n
least" He slid the key into the lock
and said, half to himself. my little
brass friend never leaves the belt OF
Albrecht Won Gersdof except to do
him a pleasure. bless HIM" And
then, Hold the candle, Beaupre-
well, come along down--it can do no
harm and l can't manage light and
two bottles"
So Francois followed down the
Hvvfo I'D hno q
found himself, after rather q long de-
scent, holding the lamp high, gazing
curiously about the walls OF large
stone room lined with shelves. filed
with bottles.
"A show, isn't IT," the Count Won
Gersdorf demanded. Here, hold the
light on this side,' and he went on
talking. The wine Is SO old that
think 1t must have been stocked be-
fore the time of the last lord OF the
castle"
And Francois, holding the light, re-
membering the Marquis Zappi,
thought so too. The count pointed
to q square stone In the wall which
projected slightly, very slightly.
THAT Is the door to a secret stock
Of some sort. I have always thought,
he said. Probably some wonderful
old stun saved for the coming OF age
OF the heir, or a great event Of that
sort. l wish l could get at IT," ana
he stared wistfully at the massive
block. But I can not stir It. And
don't let any one but myself down
here-not l." The Count turned away
and they mounted the two stories OF
narrow steps. for the governors
rooms were on the second moor, ana
the staircase ran from 1t between
walls, down underground. THE old
chaps must have thought lot Of their
wine to have the cellar connect d.
rectly with their own rooms-for Bat
tista tells me these we're always the
rooms Of the z of the lords Of the
CASTLE" the governor explained.
And to Francois. considering 1t. the
fact seemed an odd one. And then
the governor set to work drinking Pie
tro's old wine, and little thought. AZ
he urged It on his prisoner, how much
more right to 1t the prisoner had
than he. II was wonderful old
LIQUID, full of a strange dim sparkle.
and Of most exquisite bouquet. As
he drank II Francois silently toasted
it's owner on his return to his own
again. He took so little as to dis
gust the governor, but It put fresh
life into him, and when at last he
could leave the Count. who was by
that time more than fairly drunk, he
went up to his cold prison under the
roof quieter and more at peace than
he had been for months.