The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1923-08-31

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fever? the brandy or
: the secret soul of my friend?"
Monsieur Sazarac suddenly thun-
\ dered to recall his lieutenant's mind.
/ "SiIenceI / was saying-in prece-
\ denceI First, Monsieur Sazarac.
! Then, Belucbe, the admiral; johann
I ness, the bo'sun-and then the others
to the green water. I order-you win
obey"
81 will obey. Monsieur Sazarac."
The last adventurer turned away as
II he had a petition to offer. It was
hard to conceal that he desired to
keep one little thing for himself out
Of this ravishment.
"See here-Corsair. The little
bracelet which you ordered must be
stolen? Is 1t needful that 1t go to the
bottom of the sea with you tomor-
row7'
Monsieur Sazarac fixed his bright
restless eyes upon the others somber
attentive face. The flicker of a wise
ruthless smile came to him.
1T is needful. 1t is my plumber. 1t
washers. Name o. namesi There
can be no discussion Pin 1t to my
new waistcoat-do you understands
The last man turned away from the
emperor's bedside. He took his snur
absently, and sat down with the air Of
one who had lost the last battle.
Then he looked at the plumber Of Mon
sieur Sazarac upon the emperor's pill
low.
Even the bracelet" he sighed.
What a buccaneer, this Sazarac
and tomorrow he VIII be less lonely
than II"
Monsieur Sazarac, outstretched
with some luxurious peace upon the
silken. Imperial coverlet, appeared to
hear this whisper. He turned to see
the other man staring out the open
port at the sloop rolling In the gentle
seas.
"They have reached the deck"
murmured LATTE absently. "She is in
De A~lmonaster's arms she Is
crying, or laughing, I cannot say
which, but she Is waving a little hand
to us"
L Sazarac-I will have that, too"
smiled the Jester. my ragged heart
has always longed for a tear or a
smile from a lady. What riches l have
the end Here-Monsieur La
lite" He lifted Mademoiselle Les
bracelet and tossed It to the
"Out of the wealth of my en-
pire and my love l give you this
trinket as a keepsake from her and
from myself. Sazarac must be gener-
to the last, eh.Jean?"
HE must fall In nothing" The
ldventurer lifted the bracelet to his
Fps and smiled In turn: "He must be
is she dreamed from the first. Thank
Tou, Monsieur Sazarac."
And the two watched the distant
on the Hornet. They could not
now what the girl was crying out
rom her lovers arms:
"Raoul! The Seraphine is not fol-
owing usl She is sailing eastward
fter all. oh, Raoul, what is the
lystery?"
THE seas are wlde-there are many
ar, secret places for Monsieur Sag
he whispered. "Louisei Dear
always longed forI -.
love mel . o love mel"
Il love you" She smiled out of her
'ars. glad for his arm. his tenderness,
IS understanding, when her eyes
again to the black schooner
18th the gold line along the water. 1t
I'D broken out to snowy sail it was
owing smaller. fainter, In the east,
xe a lily floating in the sun-wash Of
gulf.
TN New Orleans you will know
erything." Raoul smiled, out of his
Il will tell you everything-and
my love againl Look. dearest
. . Sazarac, a phantom fading into
e mist :"
"Ah, but my little bracelet In the
d, perhaps l shall understand every
Ing except why he stole my brace
~
was exactly the way things
/ out.
Long years afterward Madame, the
untess de Almonaster's children
then the children Of her children
stood before a shabby little shop
ich was once Pierre Maspero's gam
and looked across at the
led facade Of the gray house which
ir forefather built for the exiled
peror. They went. also, Of a Sun
: afternoon, among the tourists, to
low tomb In the old st. Louis
letery where the city had carved a
tering inscription from yoltaire's
enriade" to the memory Of an hon.
councillor:
The Victor of a Hundred Fights
Sea and Land"
h.. what jests may live IN stonei
the countess, could relate
to her children, except
ut the bracelet of Marie Antolnette.
times, from the gallery of her
1t house on the Esplanade in old
' Orleans, Madame would look
,ss the mighty Mississippi to the
< and flooded forests of B~arataria
which lay the blue gulf into
IN Monsieur Sazarac vanished for
from the world of men