The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-09-03
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to do honor to his highness at Roam
oke House and elsewhere: everywhere
the Chevalier Beaupre had been DIS
tinguished by his highness' most
marked favor. And Lucy Hampton's
eyes had shone with quiet delight to
see 1t and to see the effect on her ia
Their. For the colonel, confused In his
mind as to how 1t might be true, re-
luctantly acknowledged that there must
be something OF Importance about the
Chevalier Beaupre. that a prince should
treat him as a brother. He believed that
1t would be best to treat him-he also
at least as a gentleman. So the French
lessons were continued and the Jeffer-
son troop was encouraged. and a
co.'s was asked often to Roanoke House.
n as the months rolled on he tried
with every thoughtful and considerate
effort to express to the little lady of the
manor his gratitude for the goodness Of
her family. 1t troubled him more than
a little that the early friendliness Of
Harry Hampton seemed to be wearing
OH. The boy did not come so often to
CarntfaS. and when he came he did not
stay for hours, for days sometimes, as
was his way at first. He was uneasy
with his friend. and his friend Won
dered and did not understand. but hes
ltated to push a way into the lads
heart He will tell me in time"
thought Francois, and. sure Of his own
innocence. waited for the time.
he was going home. Co
ing, much against the advice OF the
Norfolk doctor. who warned him thai
ne was not yet, we'll or strong, that the
out-of-door life In the mild Virginia
climate should be continued perhaps for
TWO years more. before he went back to
the agitation and effort of a Bona
partlst e in France. But he could
not walt; he u See'his old home, his
mother. his father. and all the unfor-
gotten faces. He longed to watch the
black laSfes curl upward from the blue
or AllXe's eyes. He longed to near her
clear voice with its boyish note of cour-
age. 1t would put new life into him,
that voice. 1t was seven years now
and more since he had left them all at
a a notice to &C to Pietro in Italy
TO a living death OF five years, to many
uudFeamed or happenings. The fever
was on him and he must go home.
1fere was to be a celebration for the
new n very fashionable cavalry troop
of which Francois was the unofficial
backbone and author. In the great
grassy paddock at Bayly's Folly he
proud mother Of 1S-year-old CaDerton
Sayiy-first lieutenant. and the most
utished horseman in the Virginia coun-
y-had invited the gentry from miles
ner son. and his friends show how the
Cnevailer Beaupre had made them into
soldlers. They came in shoals, driving
from Tar Off over bad roads in big
lurchlng chariots. or riding in gay COM
panles. mostly of older men and girls
aHd young boys, because all of the
day. ~ Ihal
Inc day was perfect; a day remem-
pereo In that part of Virginia among
me great families who came TO sec
enelr boys ride. Y~eardleys and Carriers
anu Llttletons and Letchers and Bow
mans We're there; and Joyneses and
aarr1sons and Bowdoins and Castle
purys and C%hurchills and Wises and
rlteaetts and Stewards and Wards
ana the rest of them. names there IN
pirslnla when Charles I was king Th
zig carriages were drawn I'D in q
MASSIVE line and the horsa1nen
ssQuely IN and out OF the saddle taIir-
ing, watching, adniring the sI1rnrisino
lnllltary things which their sons and
prothers and sweethearts were doine
ana the lads went through their dri1i
nobly, and the stalwart BODY Of men nl,
and horse flesh formed In fo1,rs iG ~
lWos, melted into l~ong-drawn lines,
wound into close concentric circles anG
unWound again, and charged and dis
mounted AID leaped into the saddle at
aarry Hampton's shouts Of command,
VII surprising accuracy; also to the
fAAoo VI 41dllCOlS, WnO-ln
the ranks. watched every evolution.
every move Of every rider, with anxious
delight. They did wonders; the horses
were on their best behavior and pushed
into the places they had learned So
eagerly that the riders needed hardly to
inspiring exhibition of strength and
skill and youth and vigor went with
out a fault. Harry Hampton. ushed
with deep pleasure at this first trial Of
strength Of his life where he had been
leader, was so happy that Francois al
most forgot to gallop to h head of the
me when his turn came, for joy Of
looking at him. Then the drill was
over and there was to be rough riding
and jumping. Hurdles were swiftly
dragged out and placed in a. manner Of
ring.
This one is very close to the bank"
said Lucy Hampton, standing by Blue
bird and watching as the negroes
placed the bars. IF a horse refused
and turned sharp and was foolish. he
might go over. And the bank is Steep"
Lucy, o are a grandmotherly per-
Q Clifford Stewart-who was an.
other girl-threw at her. you would
like them all to ride in wadded wool
dressing gowns, an dto have a wall
padded with cotton batting to guard
them" And Lucy smiled and believed
herself overcautioUs.
Inc excited horses came dancing up
to the barriers IND lifted and were
over, with or without rapping, but, not
one. for the first round, refusing. Then
the bars were raised six inches; six
inches in mid-air is a large space when
one must jump it. Caperton Bayly
went at 1t first; his mother watched
breathless as he flew forward, sitting
erect, intense, his young eyes cleaning.
Over went his great horse Traveller,
and over the next and the next-all
of them; but the white heels had struck
the top bar twice-the beautiful,
spirited performance was not perfect.
Harry Hampton came next; all Of the
kindly multitude gazed eagerly, hoping
that the boy to whom life had given
less thai the others might win this
honor he wanted. The first bars with
out rapping; the second; and a sup
pressed our of satisfaction, which
might soon be a great roar Of pleasure,
hummed over the field. Black Hawk
came rushing, snorting, pulling up to
the third jump, the jump where Lucy
stood. And as he came a little girl,
high In a carriage, a chariot as one
said then, flourished her scarlet parasol
in the air, and lost hold Of it, and it
flaw Jilxa a huge rod hird into the