Bisbee daily review., 1914-08-30
CHAPTER XIV
How Inov rnla

How Lucy Told
 The prince Was gone There hnd been festivities and formalities. great dinners, gatherings of the Virginia no. ] bility to do honor to his highness at Roanoke house and elsewhere: every
 where the Chevalier Beaupre had been distinguished by his hlghness most 1 marked favor And Lucy Hampton'e eyes had shone with quiet delight to see it and Go see the effect on her fa. ther For the colonel, confused in his mind as to how it might be true. re. luctantly acknowledged that there
 must be something of importance ! about this Chevalier Beaupre. that d ! prince should treat him as a brother. He believed that it would be best to treat him-he also-at least as a gen. l tleman. So the French lessons were continued and the Jefferson troop was encouraged. and Francois was asked l often to Roanoke house. And 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. It troubled him more than a l little that the early friendliness and : intimacy of Harry Hampton seemed to be wearing off The boy did not come SO often to Canifax, 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 wondered and did not understand but hesitated to push a way into the lads heart He will tell me in time,' thought Francois, and, sure of his own innocence, wait ed for the time
 Meantime he was going home. Go ! ing. much against the advice of the | Norfolk doctor. who warned him that | he was not yet well or strong, that ] the out-ofdoor life in the mild Vir- ! glnia climate should be continued per haps for two years more, before he went back to the agitation and effort of a Bonapartist agent in France. But he could not wait; he must see his old home, his mother, his father and all the unforgotten faces He longed to watch the black lashes curl upward from the blue of Alixe's eyes He longed to hear her clear voice with it's boyish note of courage. It would put new life into him, that voice It was seven years now and more since he had left them all at a days notice | to go to Pietro in Italy-to a living death of five years, to many undream- ed of happenings. The fever was on him and he must go home
 There was to be a celebration for the new and very fashionable cavalry troop of which Francois was the un- official backbone and author In the ! great grassy paddock at Bayly's Folly the proud mother of eighteen-year-old ] Caperton Bayly-frst lieutenant and ! the most finished horsemau in the Vir- ginia country-had invited the gentry ] from miles about to feast with her and to watch her son and his friends show | how the Chevaher Beaupre had made them into soldiers They came in shoals, driving from far of over bad roads in big lurching chariots, or rid. l ing in gay companies. mostly of older men and girls and young boys, be- cause all of the gilded youth were in the ranks that day
 When the drll was over there was to be rough riding and jumping Hur- 1 dies were swiftly dragged out and ] placed in 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 1 steep"
 Lucy you are a grandmotherly per son, Clifford Stewart-who was an- ! other girl-threw at her. You would like them all to ride in wadded wool dressing gowns, and to have a wall padded with cotton batting to guard l them And Lucy smiled and believed herself oyercautious.
 The excited horses came dancing up . to the barriers and 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 1t. Caperton Bayly went at 1t first; his mother 1 watched breathless as he flew for ward sitting erect, intense, his young eyes gleaming 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 l gazed eagerly hoping that the boy to whom life had given less than the others might win this honor he want, ed. The first bars without rapping. ] the second; and a suppressed sound 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 car
 riage, a chariot as one said then, flour
 ished her scarlet parasol in the air
 and lost hold of it and 1t flew like a huge red bird into the course, close