The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1914-10-07

! HE IN general ike mirror; tnaC IL
one looks into it with smile and a
cordial hand held out one meets smiles
and outstretched hands in return.
Through all his days it had happened
so with this child of French village.
So that when the day came at last
when he stood once more on the deck
of the Lovely Lucy, loaded with her
cargo of tobacco for foreign ports,
Francois felt as if he were leaving
home and family. The long green car
pet of the rolling lawn of Roanoke was
crowded with people come to tell him
good-by. All of his soldier boys were
there, the lads trained by him, one and
| all ready to swear by him or to die for
him. Lucy and Harry stood together,
and the servants were gathered to do
him honor, and people had ridden from
all over the county for the farewell.
| His eyes dimmed with tears of CRATE
| fitness, he watched them as the gang
| plank was drawn up and the sails
caught the wind and the ship swung
slowly out into the stream.
Come back again-come back
again." they called from the shore.
| Francois heard the deep tones of
the lads and the rich voices of the ne
groes and he knew that some there
| could not speak, even as he could not.
| So he waved his hat silently, and the
ship moved faster and the faces on
| the lawn seemed smaller farther away,
| and yet he heard those following
voices calling to him, more family:
"Come back again-oh, come back
again!"
And with that the negroes had
| broken into a melody, and the ship
moved on to the wild sweet music.
Way Down Upon de S'wanee Ribber,
the negroes sang, and the ship was at
the turn of the river. The stately walls
| of Roanoke house, the green slope
crowded with figures of his friends.
the sparkling water front-the current
had swept away all of the picture and
he could only hear that wailing music
OF the negroes voices, lower, more fit
full; and now it was gone. He had left
Virginia; he was on his way to friends.
And for all his joy of going, he was
heavy-hearted for the leaving.
The weeks went slowly at sea, but
after while he had landed, was In
France, was at Vicques. He had seen
his mother, with her hair whitened by
those years Of his prison life-a happy
woman now, full of business and re-
sponsibility, yet always with rapt
look in her face as of one who lived in
deep inner quiet. He had talked long
talks with his prosperous father and
slipped into his old place among his
brothers and sisters, utterly refusing
to be made stranger or great man.
And over and over again he had told
the story of his capture and the story
of his escape.
At the castle the returned wanderer
picked up no less the thread dropped
SO suddenly seven years before. The
general, to whom the boy seemed his
boy risen from the dead, would hardly
let him from his sight; Alike kent him
in tingling atmosphere of tenderness
and mockery and sisterly devotion,
which thrilled him and chilled him and
made him blissful and wretched in
turns. The puzzle of Alike was more
unreliable than the puzzle of the
sphinx to the three men who loved her,
to her father and Francois and Pietro.
The general and Francois spoke of 1t
guardedly, in few words, once in
long time, but Pietro never spoke.
Pietro was there often, yet more often
away in London, where the exiled MAJ
zini, at the head Of one wing of ltal-
ian patriots, lived and conspired. And
other men appeared suddenly and dis
appeared at the chateau, and held con-
ferences with the general and Fran
co.'s in that large dim library where
the little peasant boy had sat with his
thin ankles twisted about the legs of
his high chair, and copied the history
of Napoleon. These men paid great
attention nowadays to the words of
that peasant boy.
GAS soon as you are a little strong
err" they said, there is much work
for you to do" and the general would
come in at that point with a growl like
distant thunder.
"He is to rest" the general would
order HE is to rest till he is well.
He has done enough; let the boy alone,
you Others"
But the time came, six months aft
er his return, when Francois must be
sent to visit the officers of certain
regiments thought to be secretly
Bonapartist; when he, 1t was believed,
could get into touch with them and
tell them enough and not too much OF
the plans of the party, and find Nout
where they stood and how much one
might count on them. So, against the
generals wish, Francois went off on
political mission. 1t proved more COM
plicated than had seemed probable; he
was gone a long time; he had to travel
and endure exhausting experiences for
which he was not yet fit. So that
when he came home to Vicques, two
months later, he was white and trans
parent and i'll. And there were some
of the mysterious men at the chateau
to meet him, delighted, pitiless. De
lighted with the work he had done,
with his daring and finesse and sue
cess, without pity for his weakness,
begging him to go at once on another
mission. The general was firm as to
that; his boy should not be bounded;
he should stay at home in the quiet old
chateau and get well. But the boy
was restless; fever of enthusiasm
was on him and he wanted to do more
and yet more for the princes work.
At this point two things happened:
Pietro came from London, and Fran
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