Bisbee daily review., 1914-08-19

From prison-our Francois-dear Franc0is!' And them Five years PieTo, Think-vhilc we have been free!" And then. with a cvift clutch again at the big coat sleeve crowdinr against her "Picuol See. see! The date-it is only two months ago. He was alive them he must be alive now he isl ] knew 1t, piero! A woman knows more things than a man"
 With that she threw up her head and fixed Jean Philippe drinking In an this. with an unexpected stern glance. What are you doing here Nelson? What manners are theseg' Then, relapsiug in % flash into pure human trust and affection toward the anxious old servant. My dear. old. good Moison-he is alive Monsieur Francois is alive-in a horrible prison in Italy! But he is alive, Moison!" And with that. a sudden jump again into dignity. "Who brought this Moi son?"
 Jean Philippe was only too happy to have a hand in the joyful excite ment "Mademoiselle, the young per son speaks little language But he told me to say to monsieur the mar quis that he was the little Battista"
 Pietro looked up quickly Alike. it is the servant from my old home of whom l spoke to you ! can not imag inc how Francois got hold of him. but he chose a good messenger May ] have him brought here? He must have something to tell us'
 AllXe her letter in her hands, strug- gled in her mind Then. The letter will keep-yes. let him come. and we can read it all the better after for what he may tell us'
 So Nelson, having orders to produce at once the said little Battista. retired. much excited, and returned shortly but not SO shortly as to have omitted a fling of the great news into the midst of the servants hall. He con- ducted, marching behind him, the lit- tie Battista. an enormous young man of six feet four erect, grave, stately. This dignitied person. saluting the lady with a deep bow, dropped on one knee before his master his eyes full of a worshiping joy and kissed his hand. Having done which he arose silently and stood waiting, with those beaming eyes feasting on Pietros face, but otherwise decorOus
 First the young marquis sa.d some friendly words of his great pleasure in seeing his old servant and the friend of his childhood and the big man stood with dovncast eyes, with the color flushing bis happy face Then, "BatHsta" asked the marquis, "how did you get the letter which you brought mademoiseue?"
 My father" answered Battista la- couically
 "How did your father get it?"
 From the siguor prisoner. my sig nor"
 Alike and Pietro looked at him at- tentively, not comprehending by what means this was possible Pieuo re. membering the little Battista of old, vaguely remembered that he was in. capable of initiative iu speech. One must pump him painfully.
 Was your father in the prison where the signor is confued?" Alike asked.
 The little Battista turned his eyes on her a second, approvingly, but briefly. They went back without delay to their anair of devouring the face of his master. But he answered promptly. "Yes, signorina; he is there always"
 "AIways?" Pietro demanded in alarm. "Is Battista a prisoner?'
 But no, my signor.'
 What then? Battista, try to tell us."
 So adiured. little Battista made a violent effort "He is one of the jail CTS, my signor"
 "Jailers? For the Austriane ?' The face of the marquis took all the joy ful light out of the face of little Bat tista
 My signor" he stammered, it could not be helped. He was there. He knew the castle. They forced him al first, and-and it came to be SO"
 Knew the castlel" Pietro repeated What castle?'
 Battista's eyes turned 10 his Mae ter's like those of a faithful dog, trust ms NAN llAN AllAANA D NaIiAiNHs w AoA Ataa tle my signCr2 Castelforte-the sig uor's own castle-what other?"
 A sharp exclamation from AlixD summed up everything. "Your castl, is coufscated; they use it as prison Francois is a prisoner there, Pietro All these years-in your own home!'
 'I never dreamed of that" Pietrt spoke, thinking aloud Every othe prison In Austria and Italy have trie, to find him in. ] never dreamed O Castelforte."
 At the end of the interview the littlu Battista put his hand into his breas pocket and brought out another letter thickly folded. Would mademoisell have him instructed where to find th mother of the signor prisoner2 He ha' promised To put this into her owl hands He must do it before h touched food
 And Jean Philippe Nelson, who ha lurked discreetly back of the neares stone vase, not missing a syllable. wa given orderg, and the huge little Bal tista was sent off up the stone step