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OTice in Joel Block with R. E. Bryant, South Wash. St., Crawfordsville.

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By "OUIDA."

The answer was iniinitely gentle, infinitely solemn. Then he turued and wrote his hurried onlor and bade his aid to go with it without a .second's loss. But Cigarette caught it from his hand. "To me, to me! No other will go so fast." "But, ray child, you are worn out already.''

She turned on him her beautiful wild eyes, in which the blinding, passionate tears were llnating. "Do you think I would tarry for that? Ah, 1 wiMi that 1 had-let'them tell r.ie of Cod. that 1 might ask him how to bless you! Otiiek, quick! Bend me your swiftest horse, one that will not tire. And send a second order by your aid-de-eaiap. The Arabs may kill me as I gu, and then they will not know." lie stooped and touched her little brown, scorched, feverish hand with reverence. "My child. Africa has shown mo much heroism, but none like yours. If you fall, he shall be safe, and France will know how ro avenge its darling's loss."

Theri without' another' second's pause, she liew from them and, vaulting- into the saddle of a young horse which stood without in the courtyard, rode once more, at full speed, out into the pitiless blaze of the sun, out to the wasted desolation of the plains.

The order of release, indeed, was in her bosom, but the eha.necs were as a million to one that sl:e would reach him wiili it in time, ere, witli the rising of the sun, his life would Lave set forever.

All the horror of remorse was on her. To lier nature the bitter jealousy in which she had desired vengeance on him seemed to have rendered her a murderess. She loved liim—loved him with an exceeding passion—and only in this extremity, when it was confronted with the imminence of death, did the fullness and the greatness of that love make ilieir way out of the petulant pride and the wounded vanity which had obscured them. She had been ere now a child and a hero. Beneath this blow which struck at him she changed .—she became a woman ami a martyr.

And she rode at full speed through the night, as she liad done through the daylight, her eyes glancing all around in the keen instinct of a trooper, liet hand always on the butt of her belt pistol. Her brain had no sense, hoi hands had no feeling, her eyes had no sight. The rushing as of waters was loud on her cars, and the giddiness of fasting and of fatigue sent the gloom eddying round and round, lili-o a whirlpool of shadow. Yet she had remembrance enough left to ride on and on and on without once flinching from the agonies that racked her cramped limbs and throbbed in her beating temples. She had remembrance enough to strain her blind eyes toward the east and murmur, in her terror of that white dawn that must soon break, tiie .only prayer that had been ever uttered by the lips no mother's kiss had cvei touched: f, "O Gcd, keep the day back!''

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HERE was a lino of light in the eastern sky. The camp was very still. Cecil stood tranquil beside the coffin with­

in which his broken limbs and shot pierced corpse would so soon be laid forever. There was a deep sadness on his face, but it was perfectly serene. To the words of the priest who approached him he listened with respect, though ho gently declined the services of the church.

When they came near to bind the covering over his eyes, he motioned them away, taking the bandage from their hands and casting it far from him. "Did I ever fear to look down, the depths of my enemies' muskets?"'

It was the single outbreak, the single reproach, that escaped from him, the single utterance by which he ever quoted his services to Franco. Xot one who heard him dared again to force on him that indignity which would have blinded his light as though he had ever dreaded to meet death.

That one protest having escaped him, he was once more still and calm, as though'the vacant grave yawning at his feet had been but a couch of down to rest his tired limbs. "It is best thus," he thought, "if only she never knows"—

Over the slope of brown and barren earth that screened the camp from view there came at the, very moment that the ramrods were drawn out with a shrill, sharp ring from the carbine barrels a single figure, tall, stalwart, lithe, with the spring of the deer stalker in »his rapid step and the sinew of the northern races in its mold.

The newcomer went straight to the adjutant in command and addressed him with brief preface, hurriedly and low. "Your prisoner is Victor of the chasseurs? lie is to be shot this morning?"

The officer assented. He suffered the interruption, recognizing the rank of the speaker. "I heard of it yesterday. I rode all night, from Oran. I feel great pity for this man, though he is unknown to me," the stranger pursued in rapid whispered words. "His crime was"— "A blow to his colonel, monseigneur." "And there is no possibility

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"May I speak with him an instant1. I have heard 't thought that he is of my country and of a rank above his standing in his regiment here." "You may address him, M. le Due. but be brief. Time presses."

He thanked the officer for the unusual .permission and rued to approach the prisoner. At that moment Cecil turned also, and their eyes met. A great shuddering cry broke from them both. .His head sank as though the bullets had already pierced his breast, and the man who believed him dead stood-gazing at him, paralyzed with horror.

For a moment there was an awful silence. Then the Seraph's voice rang out. with a terror in it that thrilled through the careless, callous hearts of the watching soldiery. "You live still*. Oh, •'-thank Godthank Cod! You perishing here! If they setul their shots through you, they shall reach me first in their passage. Oh. heaven! "Why have you lived like this? Why hlive you been lost to me if you wore dead to all the world bt'r side'.'"

The/ were the words that his sister had spoken. Cecil's white lips quivered as lie heard them. Ilis voice was scarcely audible as it. panted through them: ........ "I was accused"— "Aye! But by whom?""Not"By me! Never by me!"

Cecil's eyes filled with slow, blinding tears—tears sweet as a woman's in her joy. bitter as a man's in his agony. "Cod reward you!" he murmured. "You have never doubted?" "Doubted? "Was your honor nut as my own "I can die at peace then, You know lue guiltless"— "Great Cod! Death shall not touch you! As I stand here, not a hair of your head shall be harmed"— "Hush! Justice must take its course. One thing only—has she heard?" "Nothing. She has left Africa. But you can be,saved. You shall be saved! They do not know what they do." "Yes they but follow the sentence of the law. Do not regret it. It is best thus—best because a lie I could never

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speak to yon and the truth I can never tell to you. Do not: let her know. It might give her pain. 1 have loved her. That is useless, like all the rest. Give me your hand once more, and thenlet them do their duty. Turn your head away, it will soon be over!"

The ciear voice of the officer in command rang shviliy through the stillness: "Monseigneur, make your farewell. I can wait no longer."

The Seraph started and Hung himself round with the grand challenge of a lion struck by a puny spear. Ilis face flushed crimson: his words were chokcd in his throbbing throat, "As I live, you shall not fire! I forbid you! I swear by my honor and the honor of England that he shall not die like a dog. He is of my country he is of my order, will appeal to your emperor. He will accord me his life the instant 1 ask it. Give me only an hour's reprieve—a few moments' space to speak to your chiefs—to seek out your general"— "It is impossible, monseigneur. Submit to the execution of the law, or I must arrest you."

Lyonncsse flung off the detaining hand of the guard and swung round so that his agonized eyes gazed close into the adjutant's immovable face, which lief ore that gaze lost its coldness and its rigor. "An hour's reprieve—for mercy's sake, grant that!"

I have said it is impossible." lie is an English noble, I tell you"— He is a soldier who has broken the law. That suffices. I must obey my orders. I regret you should have this pain, but if you do not cease to interfere my soldiers must make you."

Whore the guards hold him Cecil saw and heard. His voice rose with all its old strength and directness: "My friend, do not plead for me. For the sake of our common country and our old love, let us both meet this with silence ancLwith (yuruge."

The words stung his hearer' well nigh to madness. He turned on the soldiers with all the fury of his race that slumbered so long, but when it awoke was like the lion's rage. Invective, entreaty, conjuration, command, imploring prayer and ungoverned passion poured in tumultuous words, in agonized eloquence, from his lips. All answer was a quick sigu of the hand, and ere he saw them a dozen soldiers were round him, his arms were seized, his splendid frame was held as powerless as a lassoed bull.

Cecil's eyes strained on him with one last longing look. Then he raised his hand and gave the signal for his own death shot.

The leveled carbines covered him. He stood erect with his face full toward the sun. Ere they could fire, a shrill cry pierced the air:

"Wait, in the name of France!" Dismounted, breathless, staggering with her arms llutig upward and hot face bloodless with fear, t'igarette ap pea red upon the ridge of rising ground

The cry of command pealed out upot the silenee in the voice that the army of Africa, loved as the -voice of theii little one. Anil the cry came, too late The volley was fired, the crash ol sound thrilled across the words that bade them pause, the heavy stnoki 'rolled out upon the air. the death thai was doomed was dealt.

But beyond the smoke cloud he stag gered slightly and then stood erect still

nlmost unharmed, grazed only by some few of tin. balls. The flash of lire.was not so .fleet as the swiftness of her love, and on las breast: she threw herself and flung lier arms about him and turned her head backward with her old dauntless, sunlit smile as 'the balls pierced her bosom and broke her limbs and were turned away by .that.shield of warm young life from him.

I ter arms Were gliding from about his neck and her «hot liiubs were sinking to the earth as lie-caught her up where she had dropped to his feet. "O G.d! My child, they have killed you!" lie •-.suffered, more as the cry broke from him than if the -bullets had brought him that death which he saw at one :Janee had stricken down forever ail the irlory of her childhood, all the gladness of her youth,

She lamrhed. all the clear, imperious arcli Ii lighter of her t.unnut hours unchanged. "Chnt: it is the powder ami bail of France! That does not hurt. If it was an Arbieo's bullet, now! But: wait! Here is, (he marshal's order. He sus-" ponds' ye.'.jr-sentence.: *1 have told him all. You are safe—do you hear—you are safe! Mow he looks! Is lie grieved to live? Ftere is the order. The general must'have it. No", hot out of my •hand till the general sees if. Fetch him. some of you—fetch him to me." "Great heaven, you have given your life for mine'"

The words broke from him in an agony as he held her tip ward against his heart, himself so blind, so stunned, with the sudden recall from death to life and with the sacrifice whereby life was thus brought fo him that lie '-ould scarce see her face, scarce hear her voice, but only dimly, incredulously, terribly, knew in some vague sense that she was..dying ui:d,dying Uras for him.

She smiled up in his eyes, while even in that moment, when her life was broken down like a wounded bird's and the shots had pierced through from her shoulder to her bosom, a hot. scarlet flush came over her cheeks as she l'elt his touch and rested on his heart. "A life! What is it to give? We hold it in our hands every hour, we soldiers, and toss It in change for a draft of wine. Lay me down on tin* ground- at your feet—so! I shall live longest: that way, and 1 have so much io tell. How they crowd around me! They are sorry they tired. That is foolish. They were only doing their duty, and they could not hear me in time." lie. laying her down with unspeakable gentleness as she had bidden him, hung over her, leaning her head against his arm and watching in paralyzed horror the helplessness of the quivering limbs, the slow flowing of the blood" beneath the cross that shone where that young, heroic heart so soon would beat no more. "Oh, my child, my child!" he moaned as the full might and meaning of this devotion which had saved him at such cost rushed on him. "AYliat am I worth that you should perish for me? Better a thousand times have left me to my fate! Such nobility, such sacrifice, such love!"

The hot color flushed her face once more. She was strong to the last to conceal that passion for which she was still content fo perish in her youth. "Chut! We are comrades, and you are a bf'ave man. I would do the same for any of my spaliis. Look you, I never heard of your arrest till I heard, too, of your sentence. They will tell you how I did it—I have not time. The marshal gave his word you shall be saved. There is no fear. That is your friend who bends over me here is it not? A fair face, a brave face! You will go back to your land, you will live among your own people, and she—she will love you now—now she knows you are of her order!"

Something of the old thrill of jealous dread and hate quivered through the words, but the purer, nobler nature vanquished it. She smiled up in his eyes, heedless cf the tumult round them. "You will be happy. That is well. Lpok you. it is nothing that I did. I would have done it foe anv one of my. soldiers. And for this"-- "She touched the blood flowing from her side with the old bright, brave smile. "It was an accident. They must not grieve for it. My men are good to me. They will feel such regret and remorse, but do not let them. I am glad to die. If the shots had not come to me, they would have gone to him. and lie has been unhappy so long and borne wrong so patiently lie lias earned the right to live and enjoy. Now, I—I have been happy all my days, like a bird, like a kitten, like a foal, just from being young and taking no thought. I should have had to suffer if I had to live. It is much best as it is"—

Her voice failed her when she had spoken the heroic words. Loss of blood was fast draining all strength front her. and she quivered in a torture she could not wholly conceal. lie for whom she perished hung over her in an agony greater far than hers. It seemed a hideous dream fo him that this child lay dying in his stead. "Can nothing save her?" he cried aloud. God. that you had tired one moment sooner!"

She beard and looked up at him with a look in which all the passionate,

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hopeless, imperishable love she had resisted ami concealed so long spoke with an intensity she never dreamed. "She is Content," she whispered softly. "You did not understand her rightly that was all." "All! O God. how I have wronged you! My darling! My darling! What have I done to be worthy of such love?" he murmured, while the tears fell roni his blinded eyes and his head drooped until his lips met hers. At the first utterance of that word between them, ar. the unconscious tenderness of his kisses that: had the unguis') of a. farewell in them, the color sud­

denly flushed all over l:-r li.inched face. She trembled,in^-his arms and a great siiiverfntr sitrh- ran ihroiurh her. It came 'too late, this warmth of love. "I.lush!" she answered, with a look that pierced his soul. "Keep those kisses for miladi. She "will have the right to love you. Sire is of your aristocracy, she is not 'tmsexed.' As for me. I am only a little trooper, who has saved my comrad.e! My soldiers, come round me one instant. 1 shall not long lind words." tier eyes closed as:.she spoke. A deadly faintness and C('ildness passed over her. and she gasped for breath. A moment', and the resolute courage in iter-'conquered. Her e'yes opened and rested in the war worn faces of I her "children"—rested in a. long lost look of. unspeakable wi.-.tfulness and I tenderness. "1 cannot speak-as I would," she said at leneUi...while her voice grew very fa iin. "j-yui i,ave loved you. Ail is I said!*§§&: I All was uttered in those four brief word". Sh" had loved them.

She suvteneti her arms out with'a, gesture of-iminlte longing, like a lost child that vainly seeks its mother. "If 1 could only see France once more! Fir. net"—

It was the hist word upon her utterance. Her eyes met Cecil's in one fleeting upward glance of unutterable tenderness then with her hands still stretched out westward to where her country was and with the dauntless heroism of her smile upon her face like light she gave a tired sigh as of a child that sinks to sleep, and in the mitisl of her army of Africa the little one lay dead. 4

Iu the shadow of his tent at midnight lie whom she la'id rescued stood looking down at a flowed, stricken form before him with au exceeding yearning pity in his gaze.

The words had at length been spoken that had lifted from him the burden of another's guilt the hour at last had come iu which his eyes had met the eyes of his friend without a hidden thought between them. The sacrifice was ended, the martyrdom was over. And iu this hour of release the strongest feeling in him was the sadness of an infinite compassion, and where his brother was stretched prostrate in shame before him Cecil stooped and raised him tenderly. "Say no more," he murmured. "It has been well for me that I have suffered these things. For yourself, if you do indeed repent and feel that you owe me any debt, atone for Stand pay it by letting'your own life be strong in truth and fair in honor."-

CHAPTER XXIY.

OjjNDER

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ieafage of English woodlands an old horse stood at pasture. Sleeping, with the sun on his

gray silken skin and the flies driven off with a dreamy switch of his tailsleeping, yet not so surely but at one voice he started and raised his head with all the eager grace of his youth and gave a murmuring noise of welcome and delight. He had known that voice iu an instant, though for so many years his ear had never thrilled to it. Forest King had never forgotten. Now scarce a day passed but what it spoke to him some word of greeting or of affection.

With his arm over' the horse's neck the exile, who had returned to his birthright, stood silent awhile, gazing out: over the land on which his eyes never wearied of resting. Then his glance came back and dwelt upon the face beside liini, the proud and splendid woman's face that had learned its softness and its passion from liini alone. "It was worth banishment to return," he murmured to her. "It was worth the trials that 1 bore to learn the love that I have known"—

She, looking upward at him with those deep, lustrous, imperial eyes that had first met his own iu the glare of

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"it v-ciis north banishment to return." the African noon, passed her hand over his lips with a gesture of tenderness far more eloquent from her than from women less proud and less prone tc weakness. "Ah, hush! When I think of what her love was, how worthless_looks my

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own. 1 iv- little worihy oi' the fate it Hrf i! What have 1 douc that, every joy '.become mine when she"—

Ilervinonlh tretuhled. and the phrase died uar.ui^hed. Strong as her own love had grown, it looked to her nilproved ar.d without desert beside thai which had chosen to perish for his

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baek to a place in a desert land where f.l e, folds of the tricolor drooped ovei one little grave turned westward to was'.l tin1 .giiores of France—a grave mad where the bee.I of the drum and Hie sbriiid of moving squadrons and the riug of the trumpet call and flh noise of the assembling battalions could be hoard by night and day. a v, here the troops as they passed it by saluted and lowered their arms in .ender reverence, iu faithful, unasked homage, because beneath the flag they honored there was carved in the white stone one name that spoke In every heart within the army she had loved, one name on which the Arab sun streamed as with a martyr's glory:

CIG UU'.TTE,

IIIl.il iV TUB A1IMY, SOI,1)1 Kit OP FRANCE.

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HOW TO TRAP MOSQUITOES.

A Novel Blotlioil Proposed by a Facetious Man. "Few persons know it, but it is a fact, nevertheless, that, a mosquito can be caught without any sort of trouble/' said a gentleman who lias always manifested^ a deep concern in Anopholes eulex, and all the other winged pests belonging to the tribe. "It is the easiest thing in the world to do, and while the discovery may not solve the whole mosquito problem, and may have no particular bearing on the dissemination of germs by these flying pedlers, it will certainly console the fellow who lives in the mosquito belt to know that he can catch Anopholes culex or any of the others, just for the tryingj Two things are absolutory nebessary in order to make the capture. The mosquito m/ist allowed to light on one's body. Then lie must be allowed to imslieat.li his latmm and begin his boring for oil, blood or wlisitever his appetite may crave. When the mosquito gets into this position lie ia absolutely at the mercy of the fellow whose corpuscles he Is seeking to rifle. One may make a prisoner of the mosquito without stirring a hand or moving a muscle. How? Simply quit breathing. Sit still and hold your breath. The mosquito, with all the force of his wings and legs couid not break away from the spot where he had sunk his beak, and the only remaining thing to do would be to slip one's finger up under its wings, get a good, firm, grip on its back and then twat him in the head or slay him in some other way. The method is very simple when wc come to think of it. While we breathe, of course, the pores of the skin are kept open, if the body is in a normal condition. This condition, of course, is of great aid to the mosquito, although his lauco is probably keen enough for him to break Into a corpuscle without this assistance. When we stop breathing the pores close, the hole in which the mosquito has shoved his beak contracts, and it is impossible for him to break away." New Orleans Times-D-unocrat.

Qaallltcut loin of Sra Cap la Int. On some of the foreign steamship lines the captains are naval officers, and, in case of war, would retain their commands. On the German steamers the officers must first servo a year or bo in the naval reserve. On the French line each member of the crew must serve for a time on a vessel of war. On the majority of ships, however, the oflicers are men of the sea, who have fought their way up, step by step, entirely by merit, and not at all by favor. On the American line, even after a man has reached the rank of captain, he must pass a rigid

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A Wuuian City Editor.

There are hundreds of women connected with the newspapers of the land as literary, dramatic and art critics, society and general reporters, but tli® honor of being the only woman city editor is said to belong to Mary

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of the Titusville (Pa.) Herald. She reports at the office at 1 o'clock p. m. and works until 11 o'clock at night from then until the local side of the paper goes tc press, which may be as late aa 3 a. m., she makes herself generally useful about the office, reading proof and exchanges. If there Is an occasion to go out to look up a "story," she

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