The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-09-10
ARomanG ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
TIE MARSHAL
RyMary Raymond Shipman Andrews
1sz@~' The Perfect XZbuzhe. etc
CHAPTER xxxIn-(continued,.
copyrieht, The Bobbs-Merrsr, conspars.

paper with a few unsteady scratches
across 1t, and sat down to live Over
night. a hard business at times, But
It was accomplished. The colonel haC
ridden to Norfolk for the day-had
Francois known OF that, one wonders
Lucy, waiting in that small stately
study with the dim portraits and the
wide vague view acros the fields OF the
James river, heard the gay hoof beats
of Aquarelle pound down the gravel
under the window, hear Francois deep
gentle voice as he gave the horse to
Sambo, and waited ono minutes more,
the hardest minute of ell. Then the
door had opened and he stood there
the miracle, as it seems at such mo-
ments to q woman. possibly to a man
II all the gifts and qualities worth low
Ing.
The light on the thick bronZed hair
with its dramatic white lock, the dag
onal of fresh color across the dark face,
h wonderful brilliant eyes, the strong
~leanness of his hands-there was some
thing in each detail, as the two gazed
at each other in a short silence, which
caught at Luoy's soul. That he was
short, and so unlike all the men she had
admired before. was somehow an added
charm. h compact light figure
seemed worth 100 big hulks of men.
The injured arm in its sling gave her
a pang Of tenderness, q thrill of Gag
ii~Ss' W w elS llIIllS, everything LOT
him. A tumult of these thoughts and
q thousand others beat about her as
stood grave, alert, in the door,
way. Then he had made his precise
bow, and she had near his voice say
Ing gently, Good morning. Madem-
oiselle,' n the door was closed; and
they We're alone together. In a flash
h felt that 1t could not be endured.
that she must escape. She rose hast
ily,
stay"
But Francisco had laughed and ia
ken her hand and was holding it with
a tender force which thrilled her. He
understood. She knew he understood
the shame and fear of a woman who
mas given love unasked; she was safe
IN his hands; she knew that. With q
sigh she left her fingers rest In his
u sat down again and waited.
Dear Mademoiselle Lucy" said the
deep | voice, my first friend in
Virginia, my comrade, my little
scholar
Why did Lucy grow cold and quiet
at these words of gentleness? Francois
was sitting beside her, holding her
hand in both his, gazing at her with
the clearest affection in his look. Yet
she oraced herself against she did not
know what. The voice went on with
its winning foreign infections, its slip
or English now and then, and its
Observation-Disclosures power of reach
ing the heart.
See. Mademoiselle,' said Francois.
we are too real friends, you and I.
to have deception between US. We
VIII not pretend, you and I, to each
other-is II not, Mademoiselle? There
fore | shall not try to hide from YOU
that | heard that day those words so
wonderful which You spoke to me SO
unworthy. l have thought of those
words ever since, Mademoiselle, as I
III with this troublesome arm; ever
since-aH the time. My heart has
oeen u or a qualification to you
can not be told. l shall remem-
Der all my life; l shall be honored as
king could honor me, by those
words. And because you have so
touched me, and have so laid that little
on the heart of me, l am going
tell you, my dear comrade and
scnoiar, VIVA is most secret and most
sacred to me"
Lucy,1 ncud in his stiffened, but yet
she did not Straw 1t away. Francois
had ntt besun b way a lover begins
she fsis that surely-but-it was
Fran'tois. What faithfulness and
ruth there was in any one answered
to the truth and faithfulness of
man. In Lucy Hampton there
much OF both; she left her hand
lying between the strong hands of the
who did not love her.
IN as Few word as might be, he
Told her OF the peasant child who had
been lifted out Of his poyerty-bound
lie with such large kindness that no
bound which held him to that poor. vet
lear life had been broken, who had
e left all the love Of his first home
md yet been given a home and a train
ng and an education which set him
'eady for any career; he told Of the
o~ig-souled, blunt, Napoleonic officer.
he seigneur: Of the gray, red-roofed
with its four round towers; of
handsome silent Pietro, and of the un-
,alling long kindness of them. Then
voice lowered. holding the girls
land still, he told her of Alike, of the
airy child who had met him on that
of his first visit and had brought
linn to her father, the seigneur. He
a little the playmate OF his
childhood, fearless, boyish in her In
courage, yet always exquisitely |
girl. He told OF the long summel
'aea.lons OF the three as they grew up:
IND n rides in the Jura valley, and Of |
hat last ride when he knew that he
vas to go to Italy next morning. and
II how he had faced the eigneu and
old him that he loved his daughter
a given her up then, instantly.
OF loyalty tc MIN and to PietrO. And
hen he told her Of the peasant boy In
Riders Hollow In the gray morning
light after the night of his escape
how. by hand on the bride and
'eat insthe saddle, and at last by the
ong curl OF the black 1ashes he had
Snown the peasant boy for Alike.
Lucy Hampton, listening. was so
with this romance Of q life
ong love that she could silence her
heart and her aching pride and
GOULD be-wfth a painful sick effort
vet could be, utterly generous.
There Is no midway In such e. case be-
entire selfishness and entire
lnseifishness. The young southern girl
wounded. shar1ed, cruelty hurt in
,anity and IN love. was able to choose
he larger way. and taking 1t, left that
Ifiarp joy OF remuneration which is as
and difficult to breathe and as
sweet in the breathing as the air OF a
nou~ntain-top. Trembling. she put her
little hand on Francois hands.
4 see,y sine said, and her voice shook
she smiled misty. but very kindly.
could not love any ono but that
Alixe. I'll would not Fave
and Francois bent hastily, witt,
tears In his GyaH. and kissed tina warm