Bisbee daily review., 1914-08-18

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 "Win it make me better. do you | think. Battsta7" he asked earnestly
 "But yes, sgnor; the doctor is clever"
 'T want to be better; must get we'll, for ! have work Co do as soon l as ! come out of prison"
 Surely. signor That will be soon now. | think. for it Is five years; they will let you go soon, ] believe Bat tista lied kindly
 You are good 10 me, Battista," the boy saidq land just now you gave mel @ great pleasure lt warns me yet to think of it. for. you see. ] thought you were Pietro-my dear Pietro-the Marquis Zappi"
 Battista. breathless. stared, stam- mered Whom whom did you cay. signor2"
 But the prisoner had flashed into reason. The color wenHout of his face as the tide ebbs "Battista. did ] say a name? Battista-you will not betray me-you will not repeat that name? would never have said it but that ! was not quite steady. ] must have been out Of my head; have never ! spoken his name before in this place Oh, # ] should bring danger to himl Battista, for Gods sake, you will not repeat that name?'
 Batusta spoke low glancing at the heavy iron door of the cell. God for | bid, signor" he whispered, "that I ! should speak. here in his own castle, the name of my young master" There was a long silence. The pris- | oner and his jailer gazed at each other as if saying things beyond words. Then the boy put out his long hot fine gers and caught the mans sleeve. 1 "Battista' he murmured, "Battista -is that true? Is 1t possible? Do you know-my Pietro?"
 Know him. signor?" Battista's deep voice was unsteady. My fathers have served his for eight hundred years" The man was shaking with a loyalty long pent up, but Francois lifted hie head, leaned on his elbow, and looked at him thoughtfully.
 But Battista, know you now; he has spoken to me of you: 1t was your son, the little Battista. who was bis body-servant when they were chil- dren?"
 "Yes. signor."
 'l did not dream of 1t; I never knew what castle this was: ] never dreamed of Castleforte; you would not tell me"
 'I could not. signor. It was forbid. den. It is forbidden. l am rishng my life every minute"
 Go, Battista." and Francois pushed him away with weak hands. Go quick ly-y0u have been here too long. There might be suspicion, I could not live if brought trouble on you" It is right SO far, signor," Battista answered. Tt is known you are i'll; I l must care for the sick ones a little But I had better go now"
 With that 1e clipped to his knees and lifted tn ieverish hands to his T lips. "The friend ,f my young mas ter" he said simply but his voice broke on the words The traditional faithfuluess 1f centuries was strong in Battista; the Lappis Lad been good masters; one mad been cared for and contented always; one was terrorized
 md ground down by these Austrian swinei' the memory of ,he old mas ters, the personality of anyone con. nected Tith them was sacred. Battis- tc bowed is Aead over the hands in
 own then le stood up.
 'l 5hali oe pack at bedtime, signor. " he said quietly, and was gone.
 A Jerson of more importance than Bsttista had fallen under the spell of francois personality. The governor himself had been attracted by the young Frenchman. The governor. Count von Gersdorf, was a vain. dis contented, brilliant Austrian, at odds with the world because he had not risen further in it He was without society in this mountain fortress of his, and longed for it: he had a fine voice and no one to sing to; he liked Co talk and had no one 10 talk to.
 Francois, with his ready friendliness
 with his gift of finding good in ever! one, with his winning manner an' simplicity which had the ease of so , phisucauon was a treasure-troye O , amusement to the bored Austrian. ? Things stood SO with the prisoner tAN AAAN NAAlAN NA hAa AAaAAHNA bA NAA'
 identity of his jailer and of his jail 3 The governor at that time was ava! l on visit to Vienna, looking for pro b motion; he came back elated ant !. good-humored in the prospect of @ change within the year. But the hear [ of Francois sank as he thought wha b the change might mean to him. D Some day a marshal of France un 8 der another Bonaparte. he said t
 himself one day, staring through th @ bars at his window-he called the six p SO. He smiled "But that is nothing p To help place my prince on the thron
 of France-that Is my work-my life. l. He talked aloud at times, as prison g CTS come to do. He went on then, il ,, low voice
 d "If there were good fairies, if ha
 tbree wishes: AliXe-the prince mad Q emperor-Francois Beaupre, a marsha (, of France" He laughed happily "l s is childs play Nothing matters @ u cept that my life shall do its worl n Even that is so small, but l have
 great desire to do that ] believe a ! e nd hl Ia