Bisbee daily review., 1914-08-19

Iou are not wel my friend. said Che governor "The doctor muet zee you"
 But Francois refused lightly and laughed and fell to singing an old peas. ant song O France which he had re. membered lately; be got up on the table and droued t Co an imaginary fiddle which he pretended to play after the manner oi old Jacques Aue, who played for dances lu VicQues. And t1e governor was taken with @ violent fancy for it He roared at it and sang it over iE fragments iu he had learned it. and then he sang it and roared again and slapped his knee; there was jrou comedy in Francois rendering also. not to be explained-and tna count said that Francois must come to h.8 rooms the next night for dinner and sing him the song again and also listen to a new one of his own.
 So Francois was taken down the stone staircase and conducted Co the two rooms which were .he governors suite. He knew them well for be had diuei many times with the count But tonight he was left alone few mo- meuts in the outer room, the living room. while the governor was in the bedroom. and he looked about keenly with a strained attention which grew out of the suppressed hope Of escape Who knew what bit of knowledge 0i the castle might be vital, and who Enew how soon? He noted the swords aod pistols hanging on the wall and marked a light saber whose scabbard was brightly polished as if the blade also were kept in good order. On the table he saw the flint and steel with which Count von Gersdori lighted his pipe. he stepped to the window, and bent out. scanning the wall A stone coping, wide enough for a mans foot, but little more ran, four feet below; ten feet beyond the window it ended in the roof of a shed, a slopmg roof where a man could drop down. yes, or even climb up with ease. A man. that is. who had climbed when a boy as Francois had climbed-like a cat for certainty and ighness. But what then, when one was fin the courtyard? It was walled about with a stone wall sixteen feet high; these old ancestors of Piero. who had built this place, had planned well to keep Pietro's friend in prison.
 So Francois. not hopeful os a sortie by that point. drew in his head from the open window and took Co exam.n- ing the walls of the governors room . There were three doors-one from the hall by which he had come, one be- hind which he now heard the count moving in his bedroom, and a third The count had gone through this last door one night @ month before. into a dark. winding, stone staircase, and dis appeared for three minutes, and brought up a bottle of wonderful wine.
 "A fine stock they put down there the Italians who ruled here for eight . hundred-odd years" he had said "Tye lowered it a bit A good spacious wine cellar and grand old wine. You will be the better for a little" And Francois had watched him as he put the brass key back on the chain which hung from his belt
 At this point of memory the bed room door opened, and the governor came out in great good humor and ready to eat and drink as became an Austrian soldier The dinner was brought in, but Francois, for all his efforts to do his part, could not swal- low food, or very little. The fever the . unrest burning in him, made 1t impos- sible. Count Gersdorf looked at him seriously when dinner was over, as yet Francois, talking, laughing, sing ing had eaten not over half a dozen mouthfuls.
 Certainly you are not we'll, D" he said 'T think the doctor should see you" And then he nodded his head an6 his small eyes gleamed with a brilliant thought. 'I know a medicine better than a doctors" He stood up and his fingers were working at ghe chain of keys at his belt Francois watched them and saw the thin. old, brass key which he slipped off. "A bottle of wine of our Italian aucestors-yours and mine, Beaupre"--the count chuckled-'that will cure you of youI ills for this evening at least" He slid the key into the lock and said, half tc himself, My little brass friend never leaves the belt of Albrecht yon Gers dorf except to do him a pleasure bless him." And then, Hold the candle Beaupre-wen, come along down-lt can do no harm and J cant manage Q light and two bottles"
 So Francois followed down the twist ed, headlong, stone etaircase and found himself, after rather a long descent holding the lamp high, gazing curious
 y about the walls of a large stone room lined with shelves, nueo wlur bottles.
 "A show. isn't it?" the Count vor Gersdorf demanded. "Here hold the light on this side, and he went or talking. "The wine is SO old that . think 1t must have been stocked be fore the time of the last lord of th, P castle"
 And Francois, holding the light, re membering the Marquis zappi, though so too. The count pointed to a squar' stone in the wall which projected slightly, very slightly