Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-03-13

Am / an ass, Scarlet? Be fair; am
II"
"No; not an ass" said.
Then let me alone-unless you
want plain speaking instead Of
bray"
Il do want it."
Very well. my friend; then, at your
respectful request, beg to inform you
that you are in love with Madame de
Vassart-and have been for months"
"You are wrong,"I said, steadily.
mo, Scarlet; l am right"
''You are wrong" 1 repeated.
Don't say that again." he retorted.
'Tf you do not know it, you ought to.
Don't be unfair; don't be cowardly.
Face it, mani"
What are you saying. Speed?" l
asked, rousing from my lethargy to
shake his hand from my shoulder.
| THE truth In all these years Of
intimacy, familiarity has never bred
contempt in me. l have watched you
as younger brother watches, low
ingly, jealous yet proud of you, alert
for failing or weakness which I
never founder, If I thought found
a flaw In you, knowing that 1t was
but part of character too strong,
too generous for me to criticise.
| Listen to me, Scarlett. I tell you
that a man shipwrecked on the
worlds outer rocks-if he does not
perish-makes the better pilot after
wards"
eBut l perished, Speed"
'It Is not true" he said, violently;
''but you will if you don't steer truer
course than you have. Scarlett an
swer me! Are you in lover"
| YES" said.
He waited, looked up at me, then
dropped his hands in his pockets and
turned away toward the interior of
the tent where Jacqueline, having
descended from the rigging, stood.
| l walked fast across the moors, as
though l had destination And I
had; yet when / understood it l
sheered off, only to turn again and
stare fascinated in the direction of
the object that frightened me-
! Then, looking seaward, for the first
L
was gone.
For while 1 stood listening.
searching the sea, until voice
hailed me, and / turned to find Kelly
Eyre almost at my elbow.
There is a man in the village ha-
ranguing the people" Speed thinks
this man is Buckhurst."
What" cried.
There's something else, too" he
said, soberly, and drew a telegram
from his pocket.
l seized it, and studied the f1utter
ing sheet:
"The governor of Lorient, on com
plant of the mayor of Paradise, for
bids the American exhibition, and or
ders the individual Byram to travel
Immediately to Lorient with his SO
called circus, where a British steam
ship will transport the personnel, bag
gage, and animals to British territory
The mayor Of Paradise will see thai
this order of expulsion is promptly
executed.
"(Signed) BRETEUIL,
"Chief of Police"
Where is that fool of mayor
Come on, Kelly! Stay close beside
me-" And l set off at a swinging
pace, down the hollow, out across The
left bank of the little river, straight
to the bridge, which we reached al
most on run.
Look there!" cried my compan
ion. as we came In sight of the square
The square was packed with Bre
ton peasants; near the fountain two
cider barrels had been placed, planl
; thrown across them, and on this planl
stood a man holding red flag.
The man was John Buckhurst.
When / came nearer / could se'
that he wore a red scarf across hi
breast; little nearer and l coult
hear his passionless voice sounding
nearer still, l could distinguish ever!
clear-cut word:
Men of the sea, men Of that an
cient Armorica which, for a Thousand
years, has suffered serfdom, 1 com
to you bearing no sword. You nee'
none; you are free under this re'
flag raise above you"
He lifted the banner, shaking on
the red folds.
Peace, Love, Equality! All this i.
; yours for the asking. The commun,
will be proclaimed Throughout
France; Paris is aroused, Lyons il
ready, Bordeaux watches, Marseille
waits!"
A low murmur rose from the people
Buckhurst swept the throng with col
iorless eyes.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)