The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-09-03

awaited me, but all the time OF those
rides on Coz In the park ol the cha
team OF Vicques. when you and went
by turns over his lively head. ana the
seigneur stood by and laughed.
"you remember those rides?
have no need 10 ask you. but Il
pleases me To say do you remember
it takes me out OF this dark place
into the beech wood with its air and
lights and shadows. Away back il
takes me. 10 that first morning when
Coo came and work was not even con
sidered for the whole day, and you
and the seigneur and the two grooms
Jules | remember, ! have forgotten
the others name: but know well
how he looked-and I. Francois. spent
| the morning in the park. and YOU and
| by turns learned 10 ride Coo. You
were good at II from the first. and
i was not bad, N'est-ce pas, Alike?
None the less Coo put each OF us over
his nead several times-and how the
seignenr shouted big laugh each
time. He treated you like boy al.
ways. and you learned so the good
things that few girls know to throw
ball and climb and run, to be cour-
! ageous and laugh when hurt. You
we're the best playmate In the world
Alike, and u is Francois Beaupre. the
leader OF the village for play. who
says IT, That game OF all games, rid
ing. We learned together and took the
hard knocks equally. Many times I
have thanked the seigneur for many
things. but never SO much. believe.
as ] thanked him that morning with
the Austrians closing on me for hav.
ms made me q horseman--becaus
hat saved the Prince.
In great danger they say one
thinks more clearly than usual--ones
mind works with smoothness and at
leisure. II was SO during that ride.
Tor l followed out as dashed along,
hearing the shouts of the men back
OF me. the whole train Of circum.
stances from one OF those mornings
with Coo In the park. 10 this adven-
ture OF life and death. II was the
morning--you will know before | say
it-when Jean Philippe Moison. IN
nis lovely purple clothes. came. mine,
'ns down the graveled drive. a. II
afraid Of spoiiins his good shoes-and
! think he was--to the seigneur. who
oAsght ussto ride Cog Do you re-
9smbSf how your father Numbered at
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"a strange monsieur to see me,
1mpossible. I am engaged. Tell
MIN VIII not see him.
And Jean Philippe smiling, for
oil Of them understood the seigneur.
and saying gently, Yes, my Seig-
neur' turned away with the message
And your father shouted after him:
Stop! Come back there. What
DO you mean by that? Bring the
monsieur to me-. And the purple
clothes disappeared and appeared
again In q few minutes cleaning In
the sun against the gray old walls
! can see II ali now, Alixe-like q
large violet blossom of q strange
hover. And behind Jean Philippe
was = tail man in q long travelling
cloak. and behind him q tall little boy
And as they came the seigneur turn.
cd to 90 to meet them, and stopped
and stared. And the monsieur In the
cloak stopped and stared: and you,
mounted on Cog. and I, holding Coos
bride. watched curlously, because OF
the other child. and We saw how the
seigneur suddenly began to shake %
II III. and then with Q hoarse shout
rushed to'the tall man and threw his
arms about him and held him. and
sobbed aloud. That was q strange
thing to see the seIgneur do, and
never forgot It, And to think that
the child who stood there, shy and
unknown. was Pietro! n seems un-
reasonable that ever there was q time
when you and Pietro and | did not
know one another we'll
AS rode that day, with the Aus
TRANS after me, thought out the
whole chain Of events; how Pietro
had come and had stayed while his
father. the marquis. went to America.
and had fitted into our life and be-
come dear to us, the big. beautiful.
silent lad. And how then, because OF
the death Of the marquis. Pietro had
come under the charge OF your father,
the seigneur, and how he and went
away together to the military school,
always more and more like brothers |
and-all the rest. | need not recite |
those things TO you. yet ! like to do |
It. My thoughts, In that wild dan
gerous moment. seemed to 90 in de-
tail through ALL from the morning
that the Marquis Zappi arrived with |
his little son at the chateau, through
the ten years OF our life together, to |
my coming into Italy az his secre-
tary-and from that by rapid step, |
TO this castle prison.
The rest OF the letter belongs 10 a |
later part OF the story That little |
Pietro Zappi should be led into the |
narrative by tne hand OF his closest |
friend was the object for which the |
letter was introduced, and. that ac- |
cOmplished. the course OF history |
bends back To the quiet Valley Deles- |
"ontes and the children growing I'D
under the shadow OF the castle tow
ers.
The general. sitting In his library |
the morning otter the arrival chron. |
icled in he quoted letter. stared ct !
his old friend from under his heav,
brows as II trying vigorously to con.
vince himself OF his prese nee. The
marquis. An Italian OF North Italy.
tall and proud and quiet, had the air |
more Of student than of n soldier.
A little the air. also OF an invalid. Tor
he stopped and walked languidly and
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