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head that official came hurrying, out
, in dismay. ,
"Ybu!" he ejaculated. "You are liv
ing! But what is it that has occurred?
Come in; tell me."
, He heard the lieutenant's story in
cold silence. Then he rang for the
newspapers twelve of them and
set them before his visitor. In the
balck, staring headlines, Lieutenant
"'Savard learned 'that the Arcadiewas
a wreck, and that, he, standing upon
the bridge, had perished nobly, as be
came aa officer of 'France. A monu
ment was to be efe'cted in. his honor
In the Champs Elysee's. The. land
rang with his name.
"Well?" inquired Savard, looking
up with a smiler
' "Well" reiterated the head of the
admiralty. "Do you not understand
that you are a dead man? Mutiny on
a" French warship! It is impossible,
Monsieur. For the' honor of France
you must be dead forever.
"But what ?.m I to do?" asked the
lieutenant,- in astonishment
"Accursed mant Disappear! Go
to America, 'to Cincinnati, to Hqng
Kong,, to Kalamazoo,, California, to
Oshkosh, Winnipeg! ! France demands
y your death!"
"But my friends "
"A dead man has.no friends. Evap
orate, accursed one! Become 'desic
cated! Blow away! Go anywhere,
"but let none, know that you are alive,
or the -republic perishes!"
With Savard duty was paramount.
He understood that he, who 'owed his
life to the humanity, of. the dead mu
tineers, must henceforth be dead as
they. That night he "broke into his,
quarters, removed the few' valuables
that.he possessed, together with a lit
tle money, and took up .his "residence
in a poor quarter of the"towtf. After
the .newspapers had cease'd tbf publish
accounts of . his heroic death he 'might
venture to ieaveFrancei. till then he
was to remain at home pending re
ceipt of orders from theadmiralty.
But Lieutenant .Savara could not
remain inside nis tiny from. . The-
thought of his ruined .life, of his
fiancee, irrevocably lost to him, filled
his heart with terrible "grief. .jSe
roamed the; streets taTlaborer's guise,
striving desperately by physical
weariness to forget, to induce sleep.
On one such occasion, his steps un
consciously leading him in the direc
tion of the embassy, near which Miss
Smith and her brother resided, he
came face to face with her.
His first impulse was to rush to her
side; then, mastering himself with a
supreme effort, he passed on as
though he had never met her, a labor
ing man going to his work. Once past
her he speedily, lost himself in the
ma'zes'of traffic. ,He had noticed that
she was attired in mourning.
But he' could nbt escape he editor
of the Clarion. Monsier Brouet was a
regular sleuth-hound"" wherever, an
item of news -was concerned- And
now he had found him. )
"Lieutenant, "ou joke with me, an
old. friend like me !" t expostulated
MonsieurBrouet'. ''Cdme,telfm'e your
story. No, I assure, you that it will
be held sacred."
"My story!" said the lieutenant
glumly imitating the Parisian argot,
"is' that I have laid .tro 'thousand
bricks today and desire not 'to have
my" meditations interrupted !;''
"You lie, ruffian and toad,"-replied
the - editor pleasantly. "Ha! You
redden! You do not like those epi
thets! Confess, then, that you are
a gentleman and no bricklayer! Ah,
my dear fellow, Mis Smith is weep
ing her pretty eyes out because she
thinks you lying at-the bottom of the
Mediterranean. Will you not trust
Lieutenant Savard buried his face
in his hands. The editor, who had a
large experience of human 'nature,
waited for the fit to pass. Presently
the lieutenant looked up.
"Your word of honor, Brouet, that
you will hold this sacred?" he asked.
Then, when Brouet gave it to him,
he told him the entire story. How
he, who had been the victim of the