Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 6 September 1901 — Page 11

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CHAPTER XIX. s'E of the most brilliant of Algerian autumnal (lays shone over The great camp in the south. The war was almost

at an end for The time. The Arabs wen? defeated and driven desert ward. Hostilities irksome, harassing and annoying. like all guerrilla warfare, would long continue, but peace was virtually established, and Zaraila bad been the chief glory that had been added by

till

campaign to the flag of imperial France. The whole of the army oL' the south was drawn up on the immense level of the plateau lo witness the presentation of the cross of the Legion of Honor to Cigarette.

It was full noon. The sun shone without a single cloud on the deep, sparkling azure of the skies. The troops stretched east and west, north and south, formed up in three sides of one vast massive square. The battal' ions of zouaves and of Zephyrs, the brigade of 'hasseurs d'Afrique, the squadrons of spahis, the regiments of tirailleurs and Turcos, the batteries of Hying artillery, were nil massed there, reassembled from the various camps and stations of the southern provinces to do honor to the day, to do honor in especial to one by whom tin: glor.v of the tricolor had been saved unstained.

Mounted on herOwn little bright bay, Eloilc-FilanU-. with tricolor ribbons flying from Lis bridle and among the glossy fringes of his mane, the little one rode among her spa his. A scarlet cap was oil her thick, silken curls, a tricolor sash was knotted round hei waist, her wine barrel was slung on her left hip. her pistols thrust in her bolt and a light carbine held in her band, with the butt end resting on her foot. With the sun on her childlike, brunette face. Iter eyes flashing like brown diamonds in the light and hoi marvelous horsemanship, showing its skill in a hundred desinvoltures and daring tricks, the little Friend of the Flag had come hither among her half savage warriors, whose red robes surrounded her like a sea of blood. They loved her. these brutes, whose greed was like the tiger's, whose hate was like the devouring flame, and any who should have harmed a single lock of her curling hair would have had tin spears of the African Mussulmans buried by the score in his body. Today she was to her wild wolves of Africa what Jeanne of Vancoulcurs was to her brethren of France, and today was the crown of her young life. France had heard the story of Zaraila. From the throne a .message had been passed to her. What was far beyond all else to her, her own army of Africa had crowned her and thanked her and adored her as with one voice, and wherever she passed the wild cheers rang through the roar ol' musketry as through the silence of sunny air. and throughout the regiments every sword would have sprung from its scabbard in her defense had she but lifted hei hand and said one word—"Zaraila!"

There was not one in all those hosts whose eyes did not turn on her with gratitude and reverence and deliglit in her as their own.

Not one, except where her own keen, rapid glance, farseeiug as the hawk's, lighted on the squadrous of the Chasseurs d'Afrique and found among theii ranks one face, grave, weary, meditative, with a haze that seemed looking far away from the glittering scene tc a grave that lay unseen leagues beyond the rocky ridge.

A -whole army was thinking of her and of her alone, and there was avoid In her heart, a thorn in her crown, because one among thjit mighty massone only—gave her presence little heed, but thought rather of a lonely tomb among the desolation of the plains.

The trumpets sounded the salvos ol artillery pealed out the lances and the swords were carried up in salute. On to the ground rode the marshal ol France, who represented the imperial •will and presence, surrounded by his staff, by generals of division and brigade, by officers of rank and by some few civilian riders. An aid galloped up to her where she stood with the corps of her spahis and gave her his orders. The little one nodded carelessly and touched Etoile-Filante with the prick of the spur. Like lightning the animal bounded forth from the ranks, rearing and plunging and swerving from side to side, while her rider, with exquisite grace and address, kept hei seat like the little semi-Arab that she was.

As carelessly as though she reined up before the cafe door of the As du Pique she arrested her horse before the great marshal, who was the imperson ation of authority, and put her band up in the salute, with her saucy wayward laugh as indifferently as she had many a time reined up before a knot of grim Turcos smoking under a barrack gate, lie was nothing to her. It was her army that crowned her. "The generalissimo is the poppy head the men are the wheat. Lay every ear of the wheat low, and of what use is the towering poppy that blazed so grand in the sun?" Cigarette would say, with metaphorical unction, forgetful, lika most allegories, that her fable wras one sided and unjust in figure and deduction.

Nevertheless, despite her gay contempt for rank, her heart beat fast under its gold laced jacket as she reined up Etoile and saluted. For the moment she felt giddy with sweet, fiery Joy. They were here to behold her thanked in the name of France.

The marshal, in advance of all his staff, doffed his plumed hat and bow­

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ed to his saddlebow as he faccd her. He bnew her well by sight, this pretty child of his anny of Africa, who had before then suppressed mutiny like a veteran and led the charge like a Murat, this kitten with a lion's heart, this humming bird with an eagle's swoop. "Mademoiselle," ho commenced, while his voice, well skilled to such work, echoed to the farthest end of the long lines of troops. "I have the honor to discharge today the happiest duty of my life. In conveying to you the expression of the emperor's approval of your noble conduct in the present campaign I express the sentiments of the whole army. Your action on the day of Zaraila was as brilliant in conception as it was great in execution, and the courage you displayed was only equaled by your patriotism. May the soldiers of many wars remember you and emulate you. In the name ol France, I thank .you. In the name of the emperor, I bring to you the cross of the Legion of Honor."

As the brief and soldierly words rolled down the ranks of the listening regiments he stooped forward from his saddle and fastened the red ribbon on her breast, while from the whole galh-

She reined up Et.oilc and salntai. ercd mass, watching, hearing, wa breathlessly to give their tribute of applause to their darling also, a great shout rose.

And as she ho.-.rd her face became very pale, her large eyes grew dim and very soft, her mirthful mouth trembled with the pain of a too intense joy. She lifted her head, and all the unutterable love she bore her country and her people thrilled through the music of her voice: "Frenchmen,that was nothing!"

That was air she said. In that one first word of their common nationality she spoke alike to tbe marshal of the empire and to tbe conscript of the ranks. Then she laid her hand on the cross that had been the dream of her years since she had first seen the brazen glisten of the eagles above her wondering eyes of infancy and loosened it from above her heart and stretched her hand out to the great chief. "M. le Marechal, this is not for me." "Not for you! The emperor bfestows it"—

Cigarette saluted with her left hand, still stretching to him the decoration with the other. "It is not for me—not while I wear it unjustly." "Unjustly! What is your meaning: My child, you talk strangely. The gifts of the empire are not given lightly." "No, and they shall not be given unfairly. Hark you! The emperor sends me this cross. Franco thanks me. The army applauds me. Well, I thank them, one and all. Cigarette was never yet ungrateful. It is the siu of the coward. But I say I will not take "What is unjustly mine, and this preference to me is unjust. I saved the day at Zaraila? And how? By scampering fast on my mare and asking for a squadron or two of my spahis that was all. It was not I who saved the battle. Who was it? It was a Chasseur d'Afrique, I tell you. What did he do? Why, this: When his officers were all gone down, he rallied and gathered his handful of men and held the ground with them all through the day—two, four, six, eight, ten hours In the scorch of the sun. I tell you the cross is his and not mine. Take it back and give it where it is due."

The marshal listened, half amazed half amused, half prepared to resent the iusult to the empire and to discipline, half disposed to award that sub mission to lier caprice which all Alge ria gave to Cigarette. "Mademoiselle," he said, with a grave smile, "the honors of the empire arcnot to be treated thus. But who is this man for whom you claim so much?' "Who is he?" echoed Cigarette, with all her fiery .disdain for authority ablaze once more like brandy in a flame. "Oil he! "Napoleon Premier would not have left his marshals to ask that! He is the finest soldier in Africa, if it be possible for one to be finer than auoth er where all are so great. They know that. They pick him out for all the dangerous missions. But the Blac Hawk hates him. and so Fiance never hears the truUi of all that he does. All I know is he calls himself here Louis Victor." "Ah, I have heard mueli of him. A fine soldier, but" "A fine soldier without a 'but,'" interrupted Cigarette, with rebellious indifference to the rank of the greafman she corrected, "unless you add, 'but never done justice by his chief.'

As she spoke lier eyes for the first time glanced over the various personages who were mingled among the staff of the marshal, his invited guests for the review upon the plains. She saw a face which, though seen but once be fore, she knew instantly again—the face of "iniladi." And she saw it change color and lose its beautiful hue

and grow grave and troubled as the last words passed between herself and the French marshal. "Ah, can she feel?" wondered Cigarette, who with a common error of such vehement young democrats as herself always thought that hearts never ached in the patrician order and thought so si ill when she saw the listless, proud tranquillity return, not again to be altered, over the perfect features that, she watched with so much violent instinctive hate.

She scarcely heard the marshal's voice as it addressed her with a kindly indulgence as to a valued soldier and a spoiled pet in one. "Have no fear, little one. Victor's claims are not forgotten, though we may await our own time to investigate and reward them. No one ever served the empire and remained unrewarded. For yourself, wear your cross proudly. It glitters above not only the bravest but the most generous heart in the service."

She saluted once again and paced down the ranks of the assembled divisions, while every lance was carried, every sword lifted, every bayonet presented as she went, greeted as though she were an empress for that cross which glittered on her heart, for that courage wherewith she had saved the tricolor.

The eyes of Venetia Corona followed her with something of ineffable pity. "Poor little unsexed child!" she thought. "How pretty and how brave she is and—how true to him!"

The Seraph beside her in the group around the flagstaff smiled and turned to her. "I said that little amazon was in love with this fellow Victor. How loyally she stood up for him! But if he ever forsake her she will be quite as likely to run her dirk through him." "Forsake her! What is he to her?"

There Mas a certain impatience in the tone and something of contemptuous disbelief that made her brother look at her in wonder. "What on earth can the loves of a camp concern her?" he thought as he answered. "Nothing that I know of. But this charming little tigress is very fond of him. By the way, can you point the man out to me? I am curious to see him." "Impossible. There are 10,000 faces, ajul the cavalry squadrons are so far off."

She spoke with indifference, but she grew a little pale as she did so, and the eyes that had always met his so frankly, so proudly, were turned from him.

Cecil did not hear the gallant words spoken in his behalf by the loyal lips that he had not cared to caress. As Cigarette' passed down the ranks, indeed, ho saw and smiled on his little champion, but the smile had only a weary kindness of recognition in it, and it wounded Cigarette more than though he had struck her through the breast with his lance.

Venetia gave a low, quick breath of mingled pain and relief as the last of the chasseurs paced by. The Seraph started and turned his head. "My darling, are you not well?" "Perfectly." "You do not look so, and you forgot to point me out this special trooper. I forgot him too." "He goes there the tenth from here."

Her brother looked. It was too late. "He is taller than the others. That is all I can see, now that his back is turned. I will seek him out when"— "Do no such thing." "And why? It was by your own quest that I inquired"— "Think me changeable, as you will. Do nothing to seek him, to inquire for him"— "But why? A man who at Zaraila"— "Never mind. Do not let it be said you noticed a Chasseur d'Afrique at my instance."

Meantime in another part of the camp the heroine of Zaraila was feasted, not less distinctively, if more noisily and more familiarly, by the young officers of the various regiments. Cigarette, many a time before the reigning spirit of suppers and carouses, was banqueted with all the eclat that befitted that cross which sparkled on her blue and scarlet vest. High throned on a pyramid of knapsacks, canteens and rugs, toasted a thousand times in all brandies and red wines that the stores would yield, the little one reigned alone and, like many who have reigned before her, found lead in her scepter, dross in her diadem, satiety in her kingdom.

When it was Over, this banquet that was all In her honor and that three months before would have been a paradise to her, she shook herself free of the scores of arms outstretched to keep her captive and went out into the night alone. She did not know what she ailed, but she was restless, oppressed, weighed down with a sense of dissatisfied weariness that had never before touched the joyous and clastic naturo of the child of France. "How they live only for the slaughter! How they perish like the beasts of the field! There is only one thing worth doing—to die greatly!" thought the aching heart of the child soldier unconsciously returning to the only end that the genius and the greatness of Greece could find as issue to the terrible jest, the mysterious despair, of all existence.

CHAPTER XX.

OME way distant, parted by a broad strip of unoccuplcd ground from the camp, were the grand marquees set aside marshal and for his guests.

for the Tliey were 12 in number, gayly deccPrated as far as decoration could be obtained in the southern provinces of Algeria and had, Arablike, in front of each the standard of the tricolor. Before o:e were two other standards

also—the Hags of England and Spain. Cigarette, looking oil from afar, saw the alien colors wave in the torchlight tlickering on them. ""That is hers," thought the little one, with the mournful and noble emotions of the previous moments swiftly changing into the violent. reasonless, tumultuous hatred at once of a riyal and of an order.

She had it in her, could she have had the power, to mercilessly and brutally destroy this woman's beauty, which was so far above her reach, as she had onee destroyed the ivory wreath: yet. as that of the snow white carving had done, so did this fair and regal beauty touch her, even in the midst of her fury. with a certain reverent awe. with a dim sense of something her own life had missed. She longed to do as some girl of whom she had once been told by an old iuvalide had done in the ITS'.—a girl of tin' people, a fisher girl, who had loved one above her rank, a noble, who deserted her for a woman of his own order, a beautiful, soft skinned. lilylike, scornful aristocrat, with the silver ring of merciless laughter and the languid luster of sweet contemptuous eyes.

She held lier peace, and the Terror came, and the streets of the city by the sea ran blood. Then she bad her vengeance. She stood and saw the ax fall down on the proud snow white neck that never had bent till it bent there, and she drew the severed bead into her own bronzed hands and smote the lips his lips had kissed a cruel blow that blurred their beauty out and twined a fishhook in the long and glistening hair and drew it, laughing as she went, through (lust and mire and gore and over the rough stones of the town and through the shoutin crowds of the multitudes and tossed it out on to the sea.

That, horrible story came to the memory of Cigarette now as it had been told her by the old soldier who in his boyhood had seen the entry of the Marseillaise to Paris. She knew what the woman of the people had felt when she had bruised and mocked and thrown out to the devouring waters that fair and fallen head. "I could do it—I could do it," she thought, with the savage instinct of her many sided nature dominant, leav^ ing uppermost only its ferocity, the same ferocity as had moved the southern woman to wreak her hatred on the senseless head of her rival. Now she acted on her impulse-^her. impulse of open scorn of rank, of reckless vindication of her right to do just whatsoever pleasured her, and she went boldly forward and dashed aside with no gentle hand the folds that hung before the entrance of the tent.

The action startled the occupants of the tent and made them both look up. The., were Venetia Corona and a Levantine woman, who was her favorite and most, devoted attendant and had been about her from her birth. Venetia hesitated a moment in astonished wonder then, with the grace and the courtesy of her race, rose and approached the entrance of her tent, in which that figure, half a soldier, half a child, was standing with the fitful reddened light behind. She.recognized whose it was. "Is it you, little one?" she said kindly. "Come withiu. Do not be afraid"—

She spoke with the gentle consideration of a great lady to one whom she admired for her heroism, compassionated for her position and thought naturally in need of such encouragement. The one word unloosed the spell which had kept. Cigarette speechless. The Due word was an insult beyond endurance. that lashed .all the..worst spirit In her into flame. "Fear!" she cried, with a camp oalh. "Fear! You think I fear you. the darling of the army, who saved the squadron at Zaraila. who has wen a thousand days of bloodshed, who has killed as many men with her own hand as any lancer among them all? Fear you, you hothouse flower, you paradise bird, you silver pheasant, who never did aught but spread your dainty colors in the sun and never earned so much as the right to eat a piece of black bread, if you had your deserts! Fear you--1!

Why. do you not know that I could kill you where you stand as easily as I could wring the neck of any one of those gold winged orioles that flow above your head today and who have more right to live than you, for they do at least labor in their owTn fashion for their food and their drink and their dwelling? Do you think I ,vould check for a moment at dealing you death, you beautiful, useless, honeyed, poisoned, painted exotic, *ho has every wind tempered to you and think the world only made to bear the fall of your foot?"

The fury of the words was poured out without pause, and she darted with one swift bound to the side of the rival she loathed, with the pistol half out of her belt. She expected to see the one she threatened recoil, quail, hear tl threat in terror. She mistook the nature with which s-ie dealt. Venetia Corona never moved, never gave, a sign of the amazement that awoke in her, but she put her hand out and clasped the barrel of the weapon, while her eyes looked down into the flashing, looming, ferocious ones that menaced her with calm, contemptuous rebuke, lu which something of infinite pity wits ir-. ngled.

Child, are you mad?" she said gravely. "Brave natures do not stoop to assassination. which you seem to deify. If you have any reason to feel evil against me, tell me what it is. I always repay a wrong if I can. But as for those threats, they are most absurd if you do not mean them they are most wicked if you do."

Tlfe tranquil, unmoved, serious words stille) the vehement passion she rebuked with a strange and irresistible power. Under her gaze the savage lust in Cigarette's eyes died out, and their lids drooped over them. The dusky scarlet color faded from her cheeks. For tlie first time in her life she felt

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humiliated, vanquished, awed. If this "aristocrat" had shown one sign of fear, one trace of apprehension, all her violent and reckless hatred would have reigned on and, it might have been, have rushed from threat to execution.

She let the pistol pass into Venetia'a grasp and stood irresolute and ashamed, her fluent tongue stricken dumb, her intent to wound and sting and outrage with. every vile coarse jest she' knew rendered impossible to execute. The purity and dignity of her opponent's presence had their irresistible influence, an influence too strong for even her debonair and dangerous Insolence. She bated herself in that moment more than she hated her rival.

Venetia laid the loaded pistol down, away from both, and seated herself in the cushions from which she had rtecn. Then she looked onee more long and quietly at her unknown antagonist. "Well?" she said at length. "Why do you venture to come here"? And why do you feel this malignity toward a stranger who never saw you until this morn ing?"

Under the challenge the fiery spirit of Cigarette rallied, though a rare and galling sense of intense inferiority, of intense mortification, wa-s upon her, though she would almost have given the cross which was on her breast that she had never come into this woman's sight:. "Oli-he:" she answered recklessly, with the red blood flushing her face again at. the only evasion of truth of which the little desperado, with all her sins, had ever been guilty. "I hato you, miladi, because of your order, because of your line, dainty ways, liecause of your aristocrat's insolence, hecause you treat my soldiers like paupers, because you are one of those who do no more to.have the right to live than the purple butterfly that flies In the sun and who oust the people out of their dues as the cuckoo kicks the poor birds that Iiave reared It out of the nest of down to which it never has carried a twig or a moss!"

Iler listener heard with a slight smile of amusement and of surprise) that bitterly discomfited the speaker. "T do not wish to discuss democracy with you," she answered, with a tone that sounded strangely tranquil to Cigarette after the scathing acrimony of lier own. "I should probably convince yon as little as you would convince me, and 1 never waste words. But I heard you today claim a certain virtue—justice. llow do you reconcile with that your very hasty condemnation of a stranger of whose motives, actions and modes of life it is impossible you can have any accurate knowledge? I am sure that the heroine of Zaraila has something nobler in her than mere malignity against a person who can never have injured her, and I. would endure her insolence for the sake of awakening her justice. A virtue that was so great in her at noon cannot be utterly dead at nightfall."

TO UK OONTINUKD.

POINT TO HIS PICTURE.

It W»i a Growsoiuo One ami Wol Appreciated. Several well-known sea painters have gone through the drudgery and danger of a sailor's life, and Edwin Hayes is one of them. W. L. Woodroffo tells tills story in the Magazine of Art in an article dealing with the painter's career: Young Hayes was thoroughly-in earnest about his work.

Dublin Bay and excursions in pleasureboats at reghttas were all very well, but he determined to see something of a sailor's life and of the Atlantic. So he shipped as a steward's boy on board the Mary Campbell, outward bound for Mobile Bay, and before lie reached that port had certain rough experiences, scarcely enjoyed at the time, but which were to stand him in stead in after life. A heavy gale of wind had come up the night before l.hoy started, and, as the vessel slowly and cautiously crept down the biliey, they passed four wrecks at the mouth of It. It was ominous, certainly, hut it waa an opportunity. The steward's boy utilized the occasion, and made a sketch of the Mary Campbell herself as a wreck, and, finishing it: with great care, showed it with no small pride to the captain of that lumbering craft. But sailors are more given to superstition than to art: the water-color was flung overboard, and the unappreciated artist told to say nothing about It. This was before the days of Mr Pilmsoll, and the Mary Campbell was scarcely a model sea-going vessel. Before she started on her return voyage the mate was seen going his round:* and driving little pegs into the openings above the water-line to make her water-tight. But this precaution scarcely served its purpose. For seven weeks of that homeward journey the men were at the pumps day and night, and young Hayes took his turn with the others.

Salvation Army'* Colony.

The Salvation army commander some three years ago bought 1,000 acres of land in Colorado, to which has lately been added 1.000 more, and the task of colonizing great farms in the west with the surplus poor of the cities is being prosecuted with great earnestness and with great success as well. These farm colonies are now being multiplied in all parts of tho country.

I I ouh Spont for FumtiiB SulTeror*.

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