The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-02-12

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ant song of France which he had re-
membered lately; he got up on the
table and droned il 10 an imaginary
fiddle which he pretended to play after
the manner OF old Jacques Arne, who
played for dances in Vicques. And the
! governor was taken with a violent
fancy for it. He roared at il, and sang
il over in fragments till he had learned
ii, and then he sang il and roared
again and slapped his knee; there was
a droll comedy in Francois rendering
also, not to be explained-and the
count said that Francois must come to
his rooms the next night for dinner
and sing him the song again and also
listen to a new one of his own.
SO Francois was taken down the
stone staircase and conducted to the
two rooms which were the governors
suite. He knew them well, for he had
dined many times with the count But
tonight he was left alone a few mo-
ments in the outer room, the living
room. while the governor was in the
| bedroom, and he looked about keenly
with a strained attention which grew
out of the suppressed hope of escape.
Who knew what bit OF knowledge of
the castle might be vital, and who
knew how soon? He noted the swords
and pistols hanging on the wall, and
marked a light saber whose scabbard
was brightly polished as if the blade
also were kept in good order. On the
table he saw the flint and steel with
which Count Won Gersdorf lighted his
pipe; he stepped to the window and
bent out scanning the wall A stone
coping, wide enough for a mans foot
but little more, ran. four feet below;
ten feet beyond the window it ended
in the roof of a shed, a sloping roof
where a man could drop down, yes, or
even climb up with ease. A man. that
is, who had climbed when a boy as
Francois had climbed-like a cat for
certainty and lightness. But what
then, when one was i'm the courtyard?
1t was walled about with stone wall
sixteen feet high; these old ancestors
of Pietro, who had built this place, had
planned well 10 keep Pietro's friend in
prison.
So Francois, not hopeful of sortie
by that point, drew in his head from
the open window and took TO eXamin-
ing the walls of the governors room.
There were three doors-one from the
hall by which he had come, one be-
hind which he now heard the count
moving in his bedroom, and a third.
The count had gone through this last
door one night a month before. into a
dark, winding, stone staircase, and dis
appeared for three minutes, and
brought up bottle of wonderful wine.
"A fine stock they put down there
the Italians who ruled here for eight
hundred-odd years" he had said. I've
lowered it a bit. A good spacious wine
cellar and grand old wine You will be
the better for a little" And Francois
had watched him as he put the brass
key back on the chain which hung
from his belt
At this point of memory the bed
room door opened, and the governor
came out. in great good humor and
ready to eat and drink as became an
Austrian soldier. The dinner was
brought in, but Francois, for all his
efforts to do his part. could not swal
low food, or very little. The fever, the
unrest burning in him, made it impos
sible. Count Gersdorf looked at him
seriously when dimes was over; as
yet Francois, talking, laughing, sing
ing, had eaten not over half dozen
mouthfuls.
Certainly you are not we'll, he said
, 81 think the doctor should see you.
And then he nodded his head and his
small eyes cleaned with a brilliant
thought. Il know medicine better
than a Doctors" He stood up and his
fingers were working at the chain OF
keys at his belt Francois watched
them and saw the thin, old, brass key
which he slipped off A bottle OF
wine of our Italian ancestors-yours
and mine, Beaupre"-the count
chuckled-"that will cure you of your
, ills for this evening at least" He slid
, the key into the lock and said, half to
himself, my little brass friend never
, leaves the belt of Albrecht Won Gers
dorf except to do him pleasure, bless
him!" And then, Hold the candle
, Beaupre-well, come along down-it
, can do no harm and can't manage a
light and two bottles"
So Francois followed down the twist
ed, headlong, stone staircase and found
himself, after rather long descent
holding the lamp high, gazing curious
ly about the walls OF a large stone
, room lined with shelves, filed with
bottles.
"A show, isn't it?" the Count vor
) Gersdorf demanded Here hold the
light on this side,' and he went or
talking. "The wine is so old that
think 1t must have been stocked be
= fore the time of the last lord of the
= castle"
I And Francois, holding the light, re
] Numbering the Marquis Zappi, thought
so too The count pointed to a square
stone in the wall which projected
slightly, very slightly.
THAT is the door to secret stock
of some sort | have ALWAYS thought >