The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-07-30
CHAPTER NIX.
GOOD NEWS.

MAX l EN- Mn
GOOD NEWS.
In the garden OF the chateau OF Vic
cues, where the stiff, gray stone vases
spilled again their hearts blood of
scarlet and etching OF vines; where
the Two stately lines OF them led down
10 the sun dial and the round lawn on
enc or the grifhn-supported stone seats
Alike and Pietro sat. where Alike and
Francois had sat five years before.
Alike, again in her dark riding habit.
with the blue feather in her hat and
the gauntleted hands, was grown from
an exquisite slip OF 8 girl into a woman
more lovely than the girl. Her eyes,
when she lifted the long, exaggerated,
cuTled lashes, held fire and force, and
knewledge Of suffering, it might be,
under their steady smile, but held all
these In control. This was q woman
able not only TO endure things, which
is the gift OF most women, but to do
things> Pletro. his big arm stretched
along the back of the stone seat
watched her-as Pietro had watched
her always. 1t seemed never to trouble
her 10 turn and find his honest eyes
fixed calmly on her face. Pietro, whose
Illness at Ancona had put Francois
into his place in the escape of Louis
Napoleon, had put Francois in his
place as the prisoner of Austria now
these five years-Pietro had managed
70 set away from Italy and had Joined
queen Hortense and her son before
they entered Paris. Both the prince
and Pfetro had moved heaven and
earth TO find out the fate of Francois.
mat he had been taken by the Aus
TRAN squad at the end of his wild ride
they knew. More than this they could
not discover. except that one or two
things pointed to the conclusion that
ne had been Immediately executed.
The prince believed this, and Pietro
came TO beaeYe it But Alike had never
believed it.
In these five a Pietro had not
oeen back to Italy; the inevitable
AustFians" had put down in 1881 the
revolution in the Romagna, the rising
IN which Prince Louis and Pietro, the
Marquis Appi, had taken part. In the
w~ar-torn country no movements of any
Importance had taken place since that
Pletro. a C~arbonaro, a member of
young Italy" a marked man. was not
safe inside the Italian frontier. with
other patriots lie awaited in a
foreign country the day when
he might go back to fight again for a
united Italy. In the meantime he con-
spsred. planned, worked continually for
the patriot ause, and as continually he
tried. though now without hope. to
find q trace OF Francois. The boy who
had dashed through the Austrian sol
olsrS on that morning at Chiana, and
isaped 10 the landlords horse and
cleared MS way through with the play
OF the old soldiers sword, and led a
hands at last-the boy had disappeared
from the Tar of the earth. Pietro.
grisying deeply for his old friend,
E-eTing bitterly because 1t was in fill
Ing mis- place that Francois had met his
fate believed him dead. But Alike did
4 n.y. hltTZ1n ~ Di1--o
sseQues now. and the two went over
the question again and again. One
might not speak to the general Of
Francois; the blow had been heavy.
q the old soldiers wound had not
closed: il might not be touched. But
santly.
To-Day as they sat in the garden,
they had been going over the pros and
cons Of his life Or death for the
t1cs1sandth time. Pietro's quiet gray
eyes were sad as he looked away from
A1a1s and across the lawn to The beech
God knows I would give my life
quickly IL / could see him coming
Garorga the trees there. as we ,1sad
70 see aim, mornings long ago, in his
parened home spur clothes"
At1s followed the glance considering
~. as IL calling up the little brown
rradgfng figure SO well remembered
Gagn sns tossed up her head sharply
gYloI-ahd then she laughed. ar
s1all Ds seeing visions next, like Fran
eoas. 2 said. II thought it was he
hack In the beech wood
u see no one" Pietro stared
But You have no eyes. PietroL can
NtWSys see q thing two minutes before
Ahxe threw at him. There
On" said Pietro. Your eyes are
Aors eaan natural, Alixa. You see into
@o9as tnat Us uncanny. Yes, I see
0n" os Lei
peagans-fron some other VII
Alike spoke carslessly. " I do
1Dt KNOW him." and they went on talk
~ az they had been doing, Of Fran
And With that, here was Jean phil
ags@ Nelson. 40 now and fat, but still
g9IfHi n purple millinery, adyanc-
~ Gown the stone staps between the
~ gray yaeeG. making a of
sgysSf with D rich red of the flowers.
= hsia = silver tray; a letter was on
Tor NadernoiselIe.o
&A1sfaoigelie too 1t calmly and
gMneed at II, and with that both the
p1s.Maan and the Marquis Zappi were
Asto1nshed to zee her fall to shiyering
~ |. ~ z sudden llness. She caught Pie
1ZLT ~ lSLlcI WAS CIutcned IN
fsr ofher hand thrust back Of her.
ssRfetroW
What is It. Alixe7' His voice was
qolst 80 ever. but his hand was around
asr shaking fingers, and he held them
What is It. Alixe?"
sne drew forward the other hand:
s,s letter shook, rustied with her trem-
Inns. ~ is--from Francois!"
Jean Philippe Nelson. having stayed
" listen. as he ought not, lifted his
syes ana his hands to heaven and gave
LnanKs In e general way, volubly, un-
rcpukcd. By now the unsteady ting
sns q Alike had opend the paper and
nsr mead and Pietro's were bent over
e deyonring the well known writing.
Aiixe, excited. French. exploded Into a
aisJointed running comment.
From prison-our Froncois1dear
E~rancoiE!" And then: Five years.
retro! Think-while we have been
1rees And then. with a swift clutch
again at the big coat sleeve crowding
against her. sPietro! See, see! The
date-it is only two months ago. He
vas alive then; he must be alive now
ne Isl ] knew 1t, Pietro! A woman
knows more things than a man.,
with that she threw up her head and