The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-03-24

Am l an ass, Scarlet? Be fair; am
u"
mo; not an ass l 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" said, steadily.
mo, Scarlet; l am right"
you are wrong" I repeated
Don't say that again." he retorted.
eff you do not know it, you ought to.
Don't be unfair; don't be eowardly.
Face it, mani"
What are you saying, sspeed?" l
asked, rousing from my letGargy TO
shake his hand from my shasglder.
'The truth. In all these sears of
intimacy, familiarity has meter bred
contempt in me. l have watched you
as a younger brother watches, low
ingly, jealous yet proud of you, alert
for failing or a weakness which |
never found-or If | thought l found
flaw in you, knowing that it was
but part Of a character too strong,
Listen to me, Scarlet. | tell you
that man shipwrecked on the
worlds outer rocks-if he does not
perish-makes the better pilot after
wards"
But persisted, Speed"
ut is not true" he said, violently;
''but you will if you don't steer truer
course than you have. Scarlet, an
swer me! Are you in love?"
"Yes," l 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.
I walked fast across the moors, as
though l had a destination And l
had; yet when I understood it [
sheered off, only to turn again and
stare fascinated in the direction of
the object that frightened me.
Then, looking seward, for the first
time | noticed that the black cruiser
was gone.
For a while 1 stood listening.
searching the sea, until a voice
hailed me, and l turned to find Kelly
Eyre almost at my elbow
There is man in the village ha-
ranguing the people" Speed thinks
this man is Buckhurst"
What" l cried.
There's something else, too" he
said, soberly, and drew telegram
from his pocket
seized 1t, and studied the tiutter-
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 that
this order of expulsion is promptly
executed.
"(Signed) BRETEUIL,
"Chief of Police"
Where is that fool of a mayor
Come on, Kelly! Stay close beside
me-" And l set off at a swinging
pace, down IT, hollow, out across the
left bank Of the little river, straight
to the bridge, which we reached al
most on a 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, plank
thrown across them, and on this plank
stood a man holding a red flag
The man was John Buckhurst.,
When I came nearer l could see
that he wore red scarf across his
breast; a little nearer and I could
hear his passionless voice sounding;
nearer still, l could distinguish every
clear-cut word;
Men of the sea, men of that an
cient Armorica which, for a thousand
years, has suffered serfdom, l come
to you bearing no sword. You need
none; you are free under this red
flag l raise above you"
He lifted the banner, shaking out
the red folds
Peace, Love, Equality! All this is
yours for the asking. 1-ne commune
will be proclaimed throughout
France; Paris is aroused, Lyons is
ready, Bordeaux watches, Marseilles
waits!"
A low murmur rose from the people.
Buckhurst swept the throng with cox
orless eyes.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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