Image provided by: University of Nebraska-Lincoln Libraries, Lincoln, NE
About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 22, 1903)
18 THE OMAHA DAILY HEEt SUNDAY, FEBIlUARY 22, ino.l. PHOPF.RTIM MtNAURD. W. FARNAM SMITH i : & CO. Manage Estates and Other Properties Act as RECEIVER, EXECUTOR, GUARDIAN AND TRUSTEE for CORPORATIONS, FIRMS, INDIVIDUALS, and ficaJ agents of CORPORATIONS. 1320 Farnam St. Tel. 1064, TYPEWRITERS. LAMBERT, $36. Monro street. Co., (11 N. ICtb M atLL KINDS, all standard make sold, ex changed, repaired and rented anywhere; many food aa ne.v; H manufacturer' price. Don't buy until you get aamplej of writing on ours unprejudiced advice, immense atock to select from. Machine ahlpped on approval. If von want a GOOD typewriter CHEAP, vou'll nnd It here. NEBRASKA CYCLE CO., Phona 108. Cor. 15th and Harney. M-147 26 GENERAL ROOFIXO. (WORK In any part of the country. Jonei Roofing Co.. 1617 Burt Pt. Tel. 1956. I -M1T2 fROOFINO, lightning rod and repairing. Oermanla Roofing Co., 1612 Capitol Ave. r Tel. 2440. 102 M 14 TAXIDERMIST. 1 E. WALLACE, H So. 13th St. -75 OSTEOPATHY. OID. K. ft ALICE JOHNSON, osteopath. Suite 615. N. T. Ufa Bldg. Tel. 1661. -m DETECTIVE ACE1CV. CAPT. T1IOS. CORMACK. private detect- Ive. 017 Karbach blcck. Telephone A-2S32. 31 SHORTHAND AND TYPEWRITING. OR EGO S. H., Touch T. W., Bue. Branches, Tcleg. Cat. free. Ora. Com. Col., 17 ft Doug. 843 'A, C. VAN KANT'S School. 717 N. Y. Life. 844 BCYLE8 college, court reporter principal. N. Y. Life. 845 NEB. Business ft Shorthand College, Boyd' Theater, LAW AND COLLECTIONS. 8TILLMAN ft PRICE, 23 U. 8. N'l Bk. Bldg. -Oil NEW SNOW-CHURCH CO., lat floor N. T. Life Bldg., attorney and collector every where. MACFARLAND ft MAY. New York Life Bldg. Room M. 'Phone 1F.52. 4 BRASS FOUNDRY. BRASS and aluminum caatlng. nickel plat ing and Unletting. Specialty Mfg. Co.. 41 N. Main St.. Council Bluff. ELECTRICIAN. GRAND Electric Co., 620 So. 18th. Tel. 2846. Electrical auppllea, wiring, repairing. 724 M LAUNDRY. OMAHA Steam Laundry and City Towel Supply. 1750 Leavenworth. Tel. A-1783. 720 SEEDS AND POULTRY SVrFLIBS. E. H. ULLERY ft CO.. 1U Howard St. HARNESS. HARNESS made to order and repaired. Old harneaa taken 'n trade. 13th and Leaven worth. -M447 a STORAGE. OM. Van Btor. Co.. 1611H ram. Tola. 155S-SO. 36- EXPRESSMAN'S Del. Co. Tel. 1195-1145. 63 ACCORDION PLEATING.,: GOLDMAN Pleating Co. 200 Douglaa Elk. 67 MUSIC. THOS. J. KELLY, voice. Davldg Block. 369 FOR SALE. MODEL HOME. Five acre level land, young orchard In bearing. 10-room pressed brick dwelling, barn, cartiaare houae and other outbuild ing, chicken yard and garden, near atreet car and country chid, a anap ai o,ow, lea than half what Improvement coat. W. N. NASON, 444 Bee Bldg. M21I CIVIL ENGINEERS. I HAVE a et of fine drafting Instrument and Trautweln'a, Kent' and other hand booka for aale at a sacrifice. Addreaa, X 47, Bee. 381-23 1 TRANCE MEDIUMS. BEND 26c and stamp, with date of birth, and get trance reading of your paat, pres ent and future. I tell full namea, date, full name of future huaband or wife, with age and date of marriage; give advice en love, bualneaa, marriage, speculation, di vorces, change, etc., and tell whether the one you love 1 true or false; guarantee satisfaction. Address Mm. DeVere, Lock Box Sis. Kanaaa City. Mo. 224 22 TOR RENT ACRES. COUPLE small tracte. BE QUICK. CHAR E. WILLIAMSON. 37 23 LEGAL NOTICE. STOCKHOLDERS MEETING. The annual meeting of stockholder In The Bee Publishing Company wUl be held on Monday, March J, lfcS, at 4 o'clock p. m. In The Bee building, corner Seven teenth and Farnam atreet. By order of the president. GEO. B. TZ3CHUCK, FltM&ElOt Secretary. NOTICE OF STOCKHOLDERS' MEET JNU. Notice Is hereby given that the regular annual meeting of the stockholders of the South Platta Land Company will be held at the office of said company In Lincoln. Ne braska, at 11 o'clock a. in., on the 4ih day Of March. A. D. IMS. By order of the board of directors. C. H. MORRILL, President. A. B. MINOR. Secretary. Lincoln. Neb., Feb. 1. 19U3. Ft td STEAMSHIPS. - HOLLAND-AMERICA LINE New lwla-Scraw tuuvi at II. lot Tea. KIW TORK MOTTfcRUAU. l BOULOGNE. Ull Wesoaaimr M 1 A. U. Keturoaia ' iil Mar. a A net. r dial alar, li ; noovain April 1 Stalanaua alar. II Keur.ia April Holland-America La. l B'ntr. A. V Hrrr Hoar. 1401 Varus, .. J S. McNail. 1111 Faraaia at-, H. I Jou.ft, 1I Fanaaa . Lewi Khm rtrat Mal l Bk . f Bj Fi-iaie.; A C.. Wit Casual a . Caaa liana, all Su. ., a. 4. KoMorra. aus aa. ins at., oaiaaa. Hill to Talk ( Trasarl. CHICAGO. Feb. 21 The Northwestern Association of the Massachusetts Ir.stKut of Technology will hold Its 'elxteenlh an nual banquet here toniaht. Tne genera subject of discussion will be "The Effect of Ann lied Science on American Prorreas .jamea J. Hill will bo a guest and will peak on "Transportation." President Henrv Smith Prttchett of the Institute wl! ddreea the assemblage on the subject of "The ueveluuteai el uur natural n ttUaVtaV"1 a- a -a a- a a a. a 44 FLOWER O THE CORN. 4 ; ", CROCKETT- fig (Copyright, 1902. by . R. Crockett) CHAPTER I. France. It was harvest time, which In that coun try happen In the high floodtlde of the July heal. All Flander and Plcardy were true Field of the Cloth of Gold, In wblc'j blue blouse swung and swayed, end scythes flashed clrclewlse In the high, bold un shlne. It wa thu that he first saw ber, blue and white among the cold, and ever after In his heart of heart he called her like the others, "Flower-o'-the-Corn." Common folk In England call the gar, laughing, defiant bloom "Cornflower." In France lit tie children leap up and shout aloud. "Bluet! Bluet!" when they catch sight of It. For It Is a precious thing to them. And Maurice Ralth, who. In answering my lord's letters, had a genius for finding the right word, knew at once that for this girl whom he met among the broom there was no other name possible but just "Flower-o'-the-Corn." So Flower-o'-the-Corn she was till time grew old. Flower-o'-the-Corn stood up. her hands clasped lightly behind her. There waa a bunch of blossoms between them which she had Just gathered, and she stopped short In the song she waa singing a a bird sends out the gladness of its heart and the vivid brevity of life. Maurice thought that he had never seen so fair a thing no, not In the dreams of the night. Yet nothing wa less In the mind of Maurice Ralth than maiden fair or maid ens Flemish, as he strolled out Into the cornfields to cool his brain after tolling all the morning writing the duke'a letters and listening with on ear to the great captain's advice. For my Lord Marlbor ough had taken a fancy to the young man and so for the most part kept him hard at work, while he permitted the gold-barred ornamentals of hi staff to disport them selves In Brussels, along the shady side of the Grande Place, or to ogle the maids of the city under the lacework turrets of the town hall. So It chanced that, In a field a mile or two beyond the limits of the camp, Maur'ce Ralth, sauntering heart free, suddenly heard as It were the caroling of a bird. The road In which he stood wa sunk a little below the aurroundlng fields, as 1 the wont of the province of Ardennes. Here It wa that he heard the sweet lilt of a girl's voice singing aa If to herself. And at the sound Maurice sprang at the steep face of the bank aa he would have dona at an Intrenchment. With one Im petuous movement he burst through the broom, and lol he stood stone-stricken In sudden amazement, for Flower-o'-the-Corn had come Into his life, and he could never be the same man any more. For Indeed she was lllte a flower. She had the dewy freshness, the lissome aid away, the dash of vivid color (which was her mouth) of some tall poppy or pome granate flower aeen under a bright sky, Yet there wa nothing coquettish about Flower-o'-the-Corn a serene weetno and simplicity rather, eminently virginal. She had eye varied from dark hasel to sap phire blue, and from aiure back again to a mysterious sea-violet, according to the aky that shone above tbem and the mood that moved behind them. But her mouth was her greatest beauty. Not at all a reposeful mouth. It was rather one constantly flitting from expression to expression, pleading, petulant, disdainful, forgiving all In the compass of twenty seconds. And when she smiled (which upon the present occasion she did at hi discom fiture) It waa like the aun breaking through an April cloud. She wore a rough country hat of naturally colored atraw on her head, aet a trifle saucily, and her hair beneath It waa of the color of the ruddy parta of Indian corn, with quick wilful lights of red gold and darker shadows of nut-brown running through It. Flower-o'-the-Corn waa not tall, but she gave the Impression of tallness. Slender, graceful, dainty, a willow by the water courses, a lissome stemmed white Illy that had somehow blushed rose red. No pen could write down, no tongue could express the peculiar and Invincible charm of Mistress Frances Wellwood, sole daughter of Mr. Patrick Wellwood. chap lain to Ardmlllan'a regiment. In the serv ice of the queen of Great Britain, France and Ireland. "What I your name?" "Frances! And yours?" , "Maurice!" There waa a pauae as they looked at each other, bluahlng with beautiful unanimity. Surnames were not asked for, somehow. Flower-o'-the-Corn fingered a aaCron-and- purple marguerite, pulling the petala alowly from their center pincushion. The two had turned instinctively and were walking down the alope away from the camp. Francea could not tell why, nor Indeed aha did not know of it till afterward. Maurlc Ralth switched the broom with hi cane, and searched his empty brain for aomethlng to say. His easy, usual volubility had strangely deserted him. H felt that a compliment would seem Incredibly empty even before It waa uttered. Yst at last he found words. "I it safe," he said, softly, "that you ahould wander thus far from the camp, and alone?" He seemed to have the right to Inquire. A certain brotherly Instinct stirred within him, mixed with something elae the In tuitively superior attitude of the untram meled male whenever it becomea protec tive. 'The camp la dangerous " he went on with aome eagernesa, "the new levies the Hadeners tbo wild tribesmen from the edge of Styrla " She cut him short. "Do yo know Ardmlllan'a regiment?" ahe asked sweetly enough. 'Know It?", he milled back at her, "am I Scot and not know Ardmlllan's regi ment?" Then you will understand tbia als3 she said. "God pity hlra that meddles with Frances Wel'wood to her hurt!" "That may be true," he peraisted, "but the evil might be done done quickly, and vengeance afterward Is but a poor thing. You must take care I pray you bide nearer home. In these stormy times " 'Then we had better turn now," sho Interrupted. "for we are walking away from the camp." "But you are under my escort I am the general's aide a fellow-countryman In fact. Maurice Ralth!" The young man was at that age when his own name aeemed a passport to him. In spite of hla experience he still took himself very seriously. "My friend." she said, "neither does my father permit me to wander without th weapons of the flesh. And soma skill to use them." Bus slid her hand behind her, and lo, aa la a coujurlng trick there were a brace of pistols In her pretty little hands. ' In a moment ahe had returned them. She bent allghtly, aeemed to touch her ankle, and a "akean dhu" glittered between her fingers. "Will that do?" ahe smiled up at him, atlll stooping a little, "or must I produce a battery of artillery? Say the word. air. I aa battalion of infantry, a squadron of cavalry and a park of artillery, all In one " "You are a very silly girl!" said Maurice i sententlouoaly and with the loftiest kind of disdain, for he felt tbat'he was being played with, and did not like It. "Then," she turned aay at right angles, "you are much too grand a person to waste your time In talking to silly girls. I wish you a good afternoon! I will show you It waa true about the cavalry at any rate!" She hailed a passing orderly who was taking an officer' hone to a convenient swimming place on the Meuse elde. "Whose beast is that?" she demanded curtly. "Major North's, mistress!" said the man. "Bring h!m here. I will ride him back Into camp. This gentleman say that it la unsafe to walk outside alone!" The aoldier did as he was bidden with out a word. It was evident that be knew the girl perfectly. She mounted easily. Just touching the orderly's outstretched finger. Maurice Ralth stood gaping. "Good-by." she cried, ar'anglng her skirts, "run away and see that the gen eral's letter are prettily copied or you will be whipped. And never waste your time on Billy girl. It is a habit that may grow on you!" She waved her hand and wa gone. Maurice Ralth stamped his foot. He was morally certain that the soldier servant laughed or- the lee side of that horse. He could hear the frsnk silvery trill of Fran ces Wellwooda mirth. He resolved that he would not think of her as "Flower-o'-the-Corn" any more. And resolution Is a fine thing In such circumstances. CHAPTER II. The Chaplain of Ardmlllan'a Real, merit. Nothing could have been more brilliant --. h ui me Bines Derore iNamur, when the motley host which Tallard at Blenheim were gathering for the fray. The buff and blue of a regiment of Scottish foot, Wurtemburg light horsemen, gold-handed and fretful like wasps; blue Franconlan hussars, their boots glitter ing with broad silver bands at the knee and ankle. Yet through the Babel of tongues the broad give-and-take of compliments In a core of languages. Flower-o'-the-Corn moved easily and placidly, smiling sweetly down from the tall horse of Major North. She sat barebacked, but as If on an easy chair, on little white hand laid lightly on the mane, and her eye roving hither and thither over the ranged tent, and further off on the long white line of the city forti fications, from which came ever and anon ths dull reverberation of a heavy gun or an upward buret of white vapor aa a mor tar was discharged. Many men looked at her. They had not been men else, but the haaty Jibe In rough camp English, learned In the trenches and bandied In whisper from post to post, was hushed by the quick elbow of a comrade. "The Scot's priest' daughter beware! Her father ha the evil eye she the gift of tongues. Only once Black Kessel of Taxis spake roughly to her, and hi tongue clave to the roof of h! mouth. On the thirl day he dled-a it were, In the flame of hell fire!" This was no 111 repute to have In such an unruly army. Suddenly she called upon the soldier servant to halt. Thank Major North for the use f t,t. beast!" ahe said, "tell him Prances Well wood said so!" She smiled as she had snoken. lib a princes. The aoldier (a man of Ingoldby's Fuslleer) saluted, drew himself erect as a ne naa been praised by his officer n parade and was gone. It wa In front of a little whltewaah.ri red-tiled Flemish house that Frances had na easily and lightly from her horse, under the porch, vine-covered In broad un equal patches, stood an old man, tall and spare, hi black cocked hat in hi hand. He wa In talk with a younger man, al ready griixled and browned with aervlce. uui rTances was far from paying any at tention to this. She ran impulsively to the old man and without noticing his compan ion she caat her arm about hi neck and klsaed him, In continental fashion, on both cheek. Frances, France." said the mini.t.. disengaging her gently, "will you never learn manners! Do you not see that I am presently In colloquy with my colonel. 8lr Archibald ArdmlUan? It Is an affair of the regiment. I pray you ao In and leave us. dear Frances!" "Indeed," said his daughter ? m nn nothing of the kind. If it la an affair of the regiment, you have your ArdmlUan ha hi orderly room and his quartera. Thl la at present my front gar den, and If you have anything to aay that I T.. .. oe,It-lner ! gte leading out or it. The grltxled shortish man laughed a bachelor' tolerant lauah. "Your daughter I right, chaplain," he aaM, "V. T , is..,.. - . - " uu aia notning of con nng in matter from her. She may aa well know soon a syne, as the Ayrhlre iuia ay. Th old man frowned, with perhaps a seal than alncerlty upon his brow. "She hath no respect of persons, thl maiden." he said. "It la tha fault of w upbringing In camp and the assemblies of violent men. A h stood in speech with her father, vu' oir ArcniDaia ArdmlUan had kept hi hat on hi bead. For he wa one of the few who, fearirg neither God nor the devil took small heed to the belief prevslling In tne allied armies that the chaplain of his regiment had Intimacies with the dweller In strange placea, and could summon the demons from their own places. He now turned on hi heel with a brief salutation of respect to Frances, and nod ding to her father, took his way back to the headquarters of his regiment. "You have offended our colonel, girl," ssld Patrick Wellwood. "That la not well done. Remember that upon his goodwill depends your very permission to follow the camp!" "The camp would mlsa me worse than I would ruin the camp!" returned the girl, patting her fatber'a white locks indul gently; "you and I can do very well with out the camp." "A great quest," he said, raising hli hand with a kind of rapture, and h'.a voice taking oa Its pulpit Inflection, "a great quest to deliver the people of the Lord out of the hand of the oppressor, from under the hooves of the horses shod for war." r Then he looked at bis daughter with a kind of aoft aadness. remarkable In ao stem a man. "But this my dove," be went on, "my dove that sltteta among the rocks, that hath had her dwelling all her days among the defeased rocks! What shall I do with ber In th day of peril?" The girl arose and put up both her arm about th old man' neck. "Patrick Wellwood." she said, using In the old Scot fashion th full nam of her parent, "la It not written, 'Entreat me not to leave thee or to return from following after taest For whither thou goeat t will go. anf where thou ledgest 1 will lodge!' " "True. Frances," said the i H kiho. "so It Is written. Yet for this love of thlni- the 1nr'I that Is ou hH;h recompense jro-.:. my ilnt! :hier!" 'Then 1 am to accompany you?" Frances put Die question with a quick upward lift of the eyelashes. "I Ju'lgo that no better may be," said the minister, "yet If It were possible 1 would even prefer that you should ablile In one of their popish convents. "If ycu did put me In a convent, said Frances. launhlng, "I would climb over the wall and be after you in two hours. Even as I did when you left me at my aunt's at Sawtflats. So, daddy, I warn you! But where are we to go?" The old man lifted his finger. "Hush. girl," he said, "the birds of the air may carry the matter, Cotrc, then, closer to me!" And tossing her bonnet over her shoulder and throwing back her fleece of shining curls with a pretty gesture, the daughtir of Ardmlllan's chapir.ln skipped across anl climbed on hi-r father's knee, aa she had done when she was a little girl of 4. j once i 'My child," he said very gently. FLOWER-O'-THK-CORN HAD COMB again you and I are to take our live In our hands, and adventure Into the deserts and wild bills, that we may bring succor to God's folk suffering there, even as In the day not long gone, we of the Scottish reformation abode In den and cave of the earth! We go to the mountain called Cevenneil" "The Cevennes?" queried the girl, "that I the south of France, ia It not? In Lan guodoo and on the bordera of Spain!" "You have not quite forgot your book lear at Geneva," he said. "I also, must recall many things that I had thought for ever put behind me. For I am to Journey ostensibly aa a minister of the Swiss re form kirk, on a mission to persuade the Protestant gentleman of Provence and the Vlvaral to assist the king In putting down the fanatic of ths utmost hills!" The girl nestled closer to her father. "You will not go anywhere without me you have promised!" she said, coaxing him like a babe that knowa It power. The old man sighed. 'Ah, laaa, lass," he said gently, "ye are young and see no new thing come wrang to ye, so be that It la new. But the day will come when ye will think your sin cozy Ingle nook and a drap halesome parrltch la a bicker the next best thing to Abram's basoml" CHAPTER III. My Lord Dnke. There I no doubt that of the two young people who met that ploasant clean breathed day of July on the Brabant corn land Maurice Ralth waa the one who thought most of the encounter. Thl. of course, was not at all according to the rules of the game. The dashing young aid and favorite secretary, to whom nts chief looked to draw secrets from the breasts of the great women (who some times held such In their keeping) what would he care for the daughter of the Pres byterian chapiain of a Scota regiment lately transferred from the Dutch roster? Yet striding back to headquarters, he ground hla heel Into the earth to think that she had laughed at him. Had ehe not bid den hlra go home and set to the careful copying of his letters on pain of being whipped? Repeating this to himself with unneeee- aary vehemence, he suddenly laughed aloud. and so felt essed. For when a man on?e haa treated a matter as a Joke, be It ever an hrief a nerlod. ho can never take it back again Into the region of the highest tragedy a ' M 4. i TX . W r Si U a a. a a WL-aM I i - t I I I WX -VIA rTlWuH&S rr ' . J 1 " " .X-rA.a yp2&' v.f . '.' til where alone danger lies. minions. So Maurice Ralth. laughing, put away hU He laid hla finger far to the aouth, draw-ill-humor and mado the saner resolve, "The ' ing It diagonally acrosa the aoutbeaat cor little vixen! I will be even with ber yet!" j ner of France. But Maurice Raltb had not reached bead- "There." he said grimly, "la the ulcer quarter before he saw that aomethlng of , within which may yet cripple blm the first late Imprr'.aqce haul happened there. Graude Monarque! You have heard of the The chief, jits sword pitched on the nearest : Cevennes?" he concluded, looking up chair, hia plumed hat lying broadside on ' swiftly. . the ascetic camp bed. was atridlng to and Maurice looked surprised, fro. dictating furiously- Mounted officers 'I have, aa your grace knows, written were dashing with orders to north, east and j many letter at your Instance to the chief west. I of the Insurrection among thoae moun- "P.!tb! Raltb!" Maurice heard hi name j tains." shouted with increasing volume of aound. "Hush!" ssld th duke, sm llng, "you are "Ralth to see hia Grace!" a young subal- i a clever lad. Maurice, but th mind of a tern repeated the worda. adding ia a lower 1 good aecretary ought to be like a clean tone, "and a devil cf a temper you will ' wiped slate. But, at all event, you are to find him In, my friend, when he doea get ' Journey thither, and privately and un sold of yon. lie ha ba demanding you ' officially encourage th leader of th re- with oaths and eurslnsts for the last tialf vol). There sre to be Englln ships of war hour." v , on the Mediterranean coast, at place Thus rntouraned. Maurice faced his chief, nhdh I will show you before you leave. He stood In the middle of the room vo!ley- upon a date which I will communicate. Ing orders, dlspalehiag brt.sque commands You will see that these stores and war to the farthest limits of the camp, arranglns Hkc material rcich those for whom It la recdervous with his allies, Eugene of Savoy 1 and the sulky Radener prince. This wss the day of Corporal John when he had matters of weight upon his mind. "Ah. Ralth! Captain Maurice Ralth and pray Inform me whose kissing curls hsre kept your Presbyterian brawn and con science so long from your work, sirrah? I have here under my hand a mission for you. Master Maurice, that had better be wholly private betwlx you and me!" And Maurice Ralth, bowing humbly be fore the great captain, entered Into the Inner apartment. Marlborough did not dally with his sub ject, but put his wishes with chsrneterlstlo vigor and clearness. "The army marches at once to the south, to the Dsnube, perhaps,' certainly to the Rhine!" The young man started. "My Lord, you promised me a regiment," he said. 1 a m mar INTO HIS LIFE, AND HE COULD NEVER BE The commander In chief laid his hand on his shoulder with more tenderness than could have been expected from so cold and stern a man. "I promised your father, Ralth, that you should earn It first. Were you my own son you should do no less. I should do no morel" "I know It, my Lord," aald Maurice Ralth. "Only ahow me hew I am to do It. My de sire la to use my sword In your service as well as my pen." "Ah." said the duke, with not a trace of his recent haste, "you make the mtatake of all brisk young men. There are more ways of earning military renown than the way of a bull at a fence. You have a head. Captain Ralth, but you need not knock It against a tone wall. . There are a thousand young ster In my army who will lead a forlorn hope, run headlong upon a breach, storm a fort, endure danger and hunger, or He out three days In the open field with their wound unattended, yet think that they have done nothing out of the common. But there are not so many Indeed, I know of but one , whom I would entrust with the commission which I will put into your handa this day. HI name Is Maurice Ralth!" The young man's heart beat fast at ths worda of confidence from the Up of th great maater of war. "I am wholly at your service, my lord;" he said. The general nodded shortly. "You apeak French like a native, I be lieve," he went on. "For that purpose I advised your father to send you three years to Paris when I waa planning how to make the most of you. You can talk like a diplomat, writs like a acrtbe, pay court like a prince of the holy Roman empire, and if you could only lie with conviction, 'and , control your temper, you would be a tena ! pered weapon worth ualng in the great war game of principalities and powers!" His grace of Marlborough paused a little, narrowing hi eyes and looking critically at the young man between hi lowered lashes. "No," he said, as if the remark were the outcome of bit scrutiny, "we cannot afford to waste you on the rough-and-tumble of battle. The like of these are good enough." with a contemptuous shoulder where half a doien young officers stood chatting and jest ing In front of his quarters. Marlborough returned to a map of Franca which waa spread on the table before him. "Captain Ralth, you are to make a little 1 Journey In any disguise mat may sun you j through a portion of Louis Bourbon's do- Intended that Is. our persecutea iciiow protcstants of the south of France." Maurice bowed gravely. "You will come to me for your final In structions tomorrow merning at 5 o'clock. In the meantime you will provide youraelf with whatever disguise seems lo you most fitting. Remember, you must expect no assistance from us if you are caught. In that case you will assuredly be hung for a spy. So make your reckoning with that." Maurice bowed a second time and went out. "Surely that !a worth a regiment, at least," he said softly to himself. CHAPTER IV. Pierre the Waanoner. The great folk being done with for a while. Issue we forth upon the clein-wsshen high read of middle France. "He! Ola! Al!ei!" cried a certain nut brown carter to his leading beast a It Roe!.'. C3svrwv J HUJ. , fj THE SAME MAN ANY MORE. tugged up the long ascent of the Causse de Larzac. And the cracking of a hurre Langue-doclan whip, bought over against the church of Mazamet, punctuated the appeal. A stout young man, an absolutely re spectable man, a man of hi fist and other folk affair was Master Pierre. Had he not the king's own seal for the right of entry and exit out of France? He wa licensed a carrier of wins from the recently added province of Alsace to the king' most excellent and wine-blbblng majesty. But in that - caae what was he doing cracking his whip down upon the steep rise of the Cause de Larxac, this bldff northern Mons Pierre of Roche---Bayard and Hoo? Ah, that waa another story, snd he had another certificate for that. Were there not servants of the king In these setnl- aavage solitudes leading strange lives, hunters of men, scourge of fanatics, ihooter at light of Comlsard and Hugue not. What more natural than th bulk of the sparkling wine of the Mua and Mo selle having been delivered at Marly for the throat of royalty, the thoughtful King Louts should bid so safe a messenger to continue his way southward, with sundry cask of the same vintage to cheer th heart of hi faithful servants. "Three great and three little casks of wine of the Moselle, committed to th care of Master-carrier Pierre Dubois, of the towns of Roche-a-Bayard and Hoo the property of hi moat Christian majesty Louis, king of France and Brittany; to b carried free of all duty, local and Imperial, to the king'a servants, the Marechal de Montreval and the Brigadier General de Planque a present from hi most Christian majeaty." Surely as simple, convincing. Irrefraga ble a manifest aa ever wa written upon a sheet of paper with the royal arm of France at the top! Nevertheleaa there were other thing In the barrel beaide Moselle wine, and the handsome. Jolly faced carter had In early life, and. Indeed, till within the last two weeks, owned to the name of Maurice Ralth, while hia most convincing paper had been obtained well as such things can always be ob tained when "the highest quartera inter est themselves in wine carrier and their passports. And certainly Mon. Pierre le Flamand played hi part with vigor and resolution, He wore no false hair or beard. The stain on hla complexion wa not deeper than that which bronzed the cheek of many a turdy follower of the crawling road wag ons and blue-sheeted carriers' cart. Pierre of Hocbe-a-Bayard and Hoo had been care ful not to overdo hi part. It chanced that Just as this sturdy Pierre left the town of Mlllau behind him be came uddenly upon a curiously assorted group, Half a dozen king's troopers stood hector ing and storming upon the broad. Irregular paving stone of th Pont Royale. Three of them were holding down a huge Bair ns Wed giant of a man, whose abundant haggy hair waa bound about with a bloody rag. Hla handa were tied behind hla back with a rone. The sergsant In cbarg of the soldier was laushlng at the uncouth actions and speech t-f a woman who alternately ralaed her handa to heaven. Imprecating curse upon all recruiting part las la broad Boot, and tarw herself on bar knee beor IA ergeant of Infantry, clasping hi feet nd declaring In quit Intelligible French that a man so nobly gifted by nature would never take from her. Bet, her only pro lector, her maater and lord, Billy Marshall. But at the very first glance Maurice Ralth knew the man, aud resolved. If poasl. ble, to attach him to hi own calvacade. He recognized the prisoner aa Billy Mar shall, the famous gypsy from Keltonhlll in Galloway. Also, That wa more strange, an answering gleam shot from underneath the sombre alumberou eyelids of th gypsy. In spite of the disguise of carter dress and walnut stain th old expert In concealment recognized his sometime offi cer. But not a word or look betrayed that either had ever seen the other. Pierre, the waggoner, did not hesitate a moment. He baited hla horses with a long drawn professional shout, clubbed hi whip by twisting the laeh round hi arm and wrist and strode masterfully Into the crowd. "What are you doing here, you eulky runaway knave." he cried, etrlklng the bound man again and again with the whip across his thickly thatched bullet head and naked shoulders till he moaned aloud wjth tne apparent pain. The woman rose with a shriek and would have flown upon her lord's new enemy, but the prisoner stopped her with a peculiar clucking noise. 'See, you," cried Pierre of Roche-a- Bayard and Hoo, holding up hla paper to th sergeant, "here la this fellow, who wa given to me to be my 'ostler and under rouller on the king' service ! He must need get tipsy on liquor meant for his bet ters, and then, to make bad worse, overrun me, in the night. I am deeply Indebted to you, gentlemen, all, for detaining htm till I came up " And pray who may you be that can af ford to talk so briskly of the king' serv ice?" cried the sergeant. "Pray cast your eyee over that." quoth Pierre th' carrier,' quietly, "and you will find that the king haa many servants, and that he has a few more useful than those. who carry his own good Moselle wine to his own fatthful servants." "Here. Msnse, read the scrawl aloud." cried the sergeant, holding the certificate upalde down between his finger and thumb, "It la writ In your plaguey running script." A tall grenadier came forward and took the paper out of the hand of hla superior officer. He read the commission through, the ser geant punctuating the sentences with nods. "That Is very well," he said, "but In it I hear no mention of my prisoner, or de scription of hi person. He I an able- bodied, sturdy knave, and I had Juat pressed him for his majesty's military service. I cannot let him go without cause shown or (here he coughed behind hla hand) Its equivalent. He is worth a gold louls to me at headquarters any day!" "Louis d'ors are none so plenty with a lads of the road that we can afford to scat ter them broadcast to buy back our drunken hostler. But" Maurice made a grimace and jerked hfa thumb behind htm, "all Is not the king's seeled win which I carry. I have a cask of the best, which I at the service of my friends, and If " here he lowered his voles and spoke Into ths ear of ths soldier. "Well, well, csst htm loose," the sergeant ordered, "far bs It from me to Interfere with ths king's wine. But when you meet with the Marechal de Montravel, do not for get to Inform bis excellency what an excel lent and deserving fellow Is Sergeant Passy of the Twenty-fourth regiment of grena diers!" "Indeed I shall not forget I" said the wag goner heartily, "but in the meantime give m a hand at unsllngtng this, which I carry under my third wagon. It doe not bear the seal royal, but It will trickle down thirsty throats like divine nectar for all that!" Th soldiers piled their pieces with looks of expectation, and with light good will as sisted in broaching a small cask of white wins which was attached .underneath the third of Pierre's wagons. Ths sergeant looked after Billy a trifle regretfully. "A sturdy capable fellow that," he aald, shaking his head. " 'Tla a well that I am no cavalry recruiting eergeent, else I might not have let him go so easily. I should ad vise you to obtain a letter of protection for hUn before you are a day older. Pierre the waggoner thanked him pro fusely for his advice. "I will see to it this very day." he said. The sergeant of grenadiers looked at htm a ktrlfle strangely over hi cup. "For a man so generously provided with papers," he aald slyly, "you are strangely ignorant. It Is not on the Causse de Larzac that one can provide oneself with such let ters of protection." "And where may I bs able to obtain them?" said Pierre humbly. "I am from the far north as you may hear." He had the blank forms In his breast pocket at that moment, but It was Just as well to know. "Why, cs to that, either from the governor of the Cevennes at Mende, Mon de Broglle, or when you come to th camp of ths Mar shal do Montravel." "But you, sergeant, must give me a paper saying that you havo tried this man and discharged him as worthless." "That I will," th soldier laughed, "or at least so win. Philip Manse. Ones Philip was a Protestant, as rare a psalm singer as any, but a few matches In the palm of his hsnd applied by Monsieur the Abb da Challa converted him for good. A rare) fearful man I thl Mans, but he can com pels hand-of-wrlt like an angel." The tall soldier with the lantern Jaws, who had not been thought of sufficient Im portance to warrant htm drinking along with the fellow wa now called forward and ordered to write a protective paper which would havs aome merit In It, the ergeant prompting him before he set quill to paper. "Write It In name of my colonel, sirrah. Do Brealln, do you hear?" ordered th sergeant. That will carry mors "weight than tha name of a mere halbert carrier. Beside, we march Immediately to the north to counter the English duke on the Tthlns who will be the wiser? There don like a good fellow. A bumper of wine for Manse. What you do not drink? Well, your health. Manse! I at least havs no scruple." And tb aoldier awlgged down tha tall can of win provided for th scribe, who meantime wa looking at hi own ruble tlon of th name De Brealln with tb ap preciation of an artist. A ha rose, however, from th oeneb on which he had been alttlB,. wflh th paper till In hi hand, he wared It ts dry tha Ink in such a way as to attract th atten tion of Billy Marshall, the gypsy, who waa mending a broken strap with whipcord. A glancs of extraordinary meaning shot be tween ths two men a glance which, though unseen by ths sergeant and his men, was not loat upon Plerr. th wag oner. "One a Camiaard always a Camisard," hs muttered to himself. "I question whether the conversion of that grenadier I aa genuine a hi sergeant supposes." (To Bs Continued.) Irlak Malcontents Wo4. PARIS, Feb. 21. Major MacBrlda, who was a member of ths Irish brigade la the Transvaal during ths South African war, and Maude Goons, known as th "Irish Joan of Arc." wars married her today. T Relators Tnrklala Araay, CONSTANTINOPLE. Feb. II. Th Smyrna-Caaaiba Railroad company haa been Instructed to prepare for tb transportation of 2C.000 soldlsr t rotators tha Third army eorps at Ballaloa.