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THE YALE EXPOSITOR, THURSDAY. JANUARY 29. 1914. llllPn HIV SYNOPSIS. IfVancol rtiMiipri. a peasant hiibf of thi yrtirs, after an ainulng incident tn ttWri Marstiul Ney figures, Ih made a CrtvvulW of Knuu-e by the Kmppror Na poleon, In tlio hon.n of the lad's parents In tho villas of Vieuos, France, where t&o t-mperor had brlelly stopped to hold a counc'.l of war. Napoleon prophesied that tb boy iiMKht om day he a marshal of Kninco under atmtht i Honupurte. At tho 'ni' ot ten Francois meets a stinger who Ut Astonished when the1 boy tells him of 'h.?; aiuhliion. I'rMols visits General Huron Caspird (iourftnud. who with Alixo. Ms ne.eti-year-i.ld daughter, lives at the 'luteau. A .Mler of the Kmplre un.ier Napoleon he tires the boy's imag ination wliii stoiies of his campaigns. Th tferieral offets Francois a home at the e'hat- in. Thi boy refuse to leave his parent , but !n the end becomes a copy lit for the tf.-rn.-ral and learns or the trivrn'sr.lp beiven the general and Mar tial Z;ippi, who c:n;ipa! ned wilh the gen eral under Nnpoleen. Marquis .appl and hk son. l'letro. nrrive at the Chat c-au. T'.w ki ncral agrees to care for the Mar fluid's son while the former goes to raerica. Th- Marquis before leaving for Am rlca nslcs Francois to bo a friend fit lion. The boy solemnly promises. CHAPTER IX. The Cattle Children. Thero was a farm in the Valley DeUsmontes five miles it was from Vieques which was a dependence of 'tb.i scigneury; for centuries the same family had held it, and it was con sidered the richest holding for a peas ant in that part of the world. Just now the family all at once came to an end. It was necessary to find new tenants, and the grneral offered the -place to Lo Francois and La Claire. Eivn in their best days they had not been so prosperous as tills would make thnn. Cut what about Fran cois? The general glowered at them from deep eyes. "There's always a screw somewhere in every good thing. This time it's the boy." There was a silence. Claire trem bled. "Ii will ro hard with the lad to .fjitve us up," sip brought out softly. "Ho won't give you up; I should not respect him if he gave you up," the ventral thundered, and tho two peas jzoU breathed more freely. This great good fortune was not, after all, the price of their son. By degrees the three came to an understanding. A tutor was to be en gaged for the three children; Francois as to live at the castle as if it bould be explained to him he were XoiuR .iway to school, and every Fri day be was to walk to the Ferine du "Yal the Valley Farm and stay with Ijis people until Sunday afternoon. This new order of things was well settled before eix months had passed .after the going of the Marquis Zappi. And then in three or four months more something happened. Francois was alone with the general when the letter come. His eyes were an "his seigneur's face as he read the "Matter and the boy saw the blood rush Mbrough the weather-hardened skin in a brown-red flood, and then fade out, leaving it gray. The boy had never ;en tho general look so. With that, tiie big arms were thrown out on the table and the big grizzled head fell .into them. Then ho lifted his head and told the boy how the friend whom ho had found lately, after so many years of siaratlon, had gone away not to come back in this life, and how Pietro was fatherless. Francois, holding tightly with both fists to the general's hand, . listened wide-eyed, struck to the heart. "But he had a brave life, my seigneur it is the best thing that there is. My mother said so. My mother told me that we shall eruile later, when we are with the good God, to think that we ever feared (kaith on this earth. For she says one spends a long time with the good God laitr, and all one's dear friends come, . and it Is pleasant and it is for a long. 1otj time, while here It Is, after all, f$uito short. Is not that true, my signeur? My mother said It." Dig little Pietro had to be told what .haul happened and how the general was now to be a father to him as best he might, and Allxe and Francois would be his sister and brother. He took the blow dumbly and went about hi studies next morning, but for many days he could not play, and only Francois could make him speak. Ile was handsome extraordinarily handsome and a lovable good child, .but slow In initiative where Francois xraji ready, shy where Francois was friends with all the world, eteady going where the peasant boy was bril liant. Between the two, of such con trasting types, was an unshaken bond from the first, and at this age It fff-c.tned to be tho little peasant who had everything to give. Smaller phys ically, weaker In muscle than the big boned son of North Italy, he yet took quite naturally an attitude of protec tfon and guidance, and Pietro accept rd it without hesitation. Two years siid past noiselessly, un noticed, and it was vacation time; It was August of the year 1S24. The old -chatr-au of Vieques the ruin lay back behind the corn fields and Rmiled in hot sunlight. A tall lad of fourteen, another boy lighter, quicker, darker, and a little eirl of eleven In a short wnite dress van de red through tne rutns, taming -earnestly now, silent now, filling the rlm place with easy Uujater again. ?lARYT$MO? S7UPMAN ANDREWS II.T.TTSTOATIQNS S-ILLSVORTH VOTJNx" Alixe and Francol and Pietro were growing up; the general already grumbled words about kittens turning into cats, as he looked at them. "Just behind the great stone thero," Alixe formulated, "was the dog's bed room. Of course, a great monsieur like the dog had hl3 own bedroom yes, and office, too and maybe his dining-room." And the joke was enough on that lazy day of vacation to set peals or laughter ringing through the ruins. Alixe stopped laughing suddenly. "Who is that?" she demanded. Her eyes were lifted to the hill rising be hind the green mound, and tho glance of the others followed hers. A youn;? man, a boy, was coming lightly down the slope, and something in his figure and movement made it Impossible even at a distance that it should be any one of the village. He saw them, and came forward, and his cap was off quickly as he glanced at Alixe. Put with a keen look at the three, it was Francois to whom ho spoke. "Is this France?" he asked. "Put yes, Monsieur," Francois an swered wop.dering and in a moment he wondered more. The strange boy, his cap fiung from him, dropped on his knees and kissed the grass that grew over the Homan governor's foun dations. With that he was standing again, looking at them unasnameu from his quiet gray eyes. "it ia the first time I have touched the foil of France since I was seven years old," he stated, not as if to excuse nis act, but as ir explaining Fomething historical. And was 6ilcnt. The strange boy talked very little; they could not recollect that he asked questions, after his first startling question; yet here was Alixe, the very spirited and proud little Alixe, anxious to make him understand everything of their own affairs. "I am Alixe," she began and stopped short, seized with shyness. Was it courtesy to explain to the young monsieur about her distin guished father? She found herself suddenly in an agony of confusion. Then the stranger made a low bow and spoke in the gentlest friendly tones. "It is enough. It is a charming name. Mademoiselle Allxe. I believe I shall now think it the most charm ing name in France." "She has more of a name than that, however, Monsieur," and Francois stepped across the grass and stood by the little girl, her knight, unconscious of the part ho played. "It is a very grand name, the other one. For our seigneur, the father of Alixe, is Mon sieur the Paron Gaspard Gourgaud, a general of Napoleon himself; was In deed with tho Emperor at St. Helena." Francois had no false modesty, no self-consciousness; he felt that he had placed Alixe's standing now In the beet light possible. The strange boy f"lt It, too, It seemed, for ho started as Francois spoke of Napoleon; his reserved face brightened and his cap was off and sweeping low as he bowed again to Allxe more deeply, t Francois wa3 delighted. It was In him to en joy dramatic effect, as It is in most Frenchmen. He faced about to Pietro. "This one, Monsieur," he went on. much taken with himself as master of 'I Am Louis Bonaparte.1 ceremonies, "is Monsieur the Marquis Zappi of Italy. His father also fought for the great captain." The quiet Btrango boy Interrupted swiftly. "I know." he said. "Of the Italian corps undej Prince Eugene; also on the staff of Lannes. I know tho name well," and he had Pietro's hand in a firm grasp and was looking into the lad's embarrassed face with his dreamy keen eyes. The children, surprised, were yet too youns to wonder that a boy scarce ly older than themselves should have tho army of Napoleon at his fingers ends; he gave them no time to think about it. "One sees, without names, that you arc of tho noblesse," he said simply embracing the three In his sloepy glance. He turned to Francois. "And vou. Monsieur the spokesman? You are al?oof a great Bonapartist house? Francois stood straight and slim hla well knit young body In his mill tary dress was carried with all the ! if- -Hill assurance of an aristocrat. He smiled his brilliant exquisite smile into the older boy's face. "Me I am a peasant," he said cheer fully. "I have no .'aouse." "He Is a peasant yes. Put he Is our brother, Pietro's and mine, and no prince is better than Francois not one." "Or half so good," Pietro put in with his slow tones, "You are likely right," the stranger agreed laconically. And then without questions asked, in rapid eager sentences, the three had told him how it was; how Fran cols, refusing to leave the cottage, was i yet the son of the castle. With that they were talking about the village of Vieques, and its antiquity, and then of the old chateau; and one told the legend of tho treasure and of the guardian dog. "Just over the wall there is the opening where he appeared to old Pierre Tremblay," Francois pointed out. "I think I should like to climb the wall," the stranger said. And he did. The others watching anxiously, he crawled out on the un certain pile ten feet In air. A big stone crashed behind him; ho crawled on. Then there was a hoarse rumble of loosened masonry, and down came the great blocks close to his hands he was slipping! And, above, the wall swayed. Then, in the instant of time before the catastrophe, Francois had sprung like a cat into the center of danger and pushed tho other boy, vio lently reeling, across the grass out of harm's way. Allxe screamed once sharply. Fran cois lay motionless on his face and the great stones rained around him. It was all over in a moment; in a mo ment more a shout of joy rose from Pietro, for Francois lifted his head and began crawling difficultly, with Pietro's help, out of the debris. "I have to thank you for my life, Monsieur the peasant," the stranger said, and held out his hand. "More over, It is seldom that a prophecy Is 60 quickly fulfilled. You 6ald a few rnln utes ago that you should one day do a thing worth while for a Bonaparte You have done it. You have saved my life." Francois' hand crept to his cap and he pulled it off and stood bareheaded. "Monsieur, who are you?" he brought out. The strange boy's vanishing smile brightened his face a second. "I am I Louis Bonaparte," he said quietly. The little court of three stood about the young Prince, silent And in a , moment, in a few sentences, he had told them how, the day before, he had been seized with a hunger for the air of France, which he had not breathed since, as a boy of seven, his mother ad escaped with him from Paris dur ing the Hundred Days. He told them how the desire to stand on French soil had possessed him, till at last he had run away from his tutor and had found the path from his exiled home, the castle of Arenenberg, In the canton of Thurgovle, In Switzerland, over the mountains into the Jura valley. "It is imprudent." he finished the tale calmly. "The government would turn on all Its big engines In an uproar to catch one schoolboy, If it was known. But I had to do It." Ho threw back his head and filled his lungs with a great breath. "The air of France," he whispered in an ecstasy. For two hours more they told sto ries and played games through the soft old ruins of tho savage old strong hold, as light-heartedly, as carelessly as if there were no wars or intrigues or politics or plots which had been and were to be close to the lives of all of them. Till, as the red round sun went down behind the mountain of the Rose. Francois quick eye caught sight of a figure swinging rap- Idly, down the mountain road where tho Prince had come. "But look, Louis," he called from be hind the rock where he was preparing, as a robber baron, to Bwoop down on Prince Louis convoying Alixe as an escaped nun to Pietro's monastery in another corner. And tho boy Prince, suddenly grave, shaded his eye with his hand and gazed up the mountain. . Then his hand fell and he sighed. 'The adven ture Is over," he said. "I must back to the Prince business. It go is Monsieur Lebaa." v Monsieur Lebae, the tutor, arrived shortly in anything but a playful hu mor. The boy's mother, Queen Ilor tense, was In Rome, and ho was re sponsible; he had been frightened to the verge of madness by tho prince's escapade. The playmates were separated swiftly. Monsieur Lebas refused with romethlng like horror the eager Bug gestion that he and his charge should Focnd the night at the chateau. Tho Prince must bo gotten off French ground without a moment's delay. CHAPTER X. The Promise. "Mon Dieu!" 6ald the'general. It was six years later. At the. new chateau not a blade of grass seemed changed. The general stood In the midst of close-cropped millions of blades, of grass as he stopped short on the sloping' lawn which led down to the white stone steps which led to the sunken garden. Allxe, In her rid ing habit, with a further In her hat, and gauntleted gloves on her hands, was so lovely as to bo. startling. She looked at the ground, half shy. half laughing, and beat the grass with her riding-whip. Francois wa leaning toward her and talking, and the gen eral, coming slowly down the lawn, felt a flood of pride rise in him as he looked at this successful picture of a boy which he had done ro much to "ashlon. The two had been riding to- gether, and Francois appeared, as inohi men uo, at, ins uebi m nuiuK clothes. With that, as the general marched slowly down the velvet slope, unseen by them, regarding them his girl and his boy, this happy sister and brother with that the brother lifted his srster's hand and, bending over It. kissed It slowly, In a manner unmis takably unbrotherly. "Mon Dieu!" gasped the general, and turned on his heel and marched back to his library. All that afternoon ho stayed shut up in the library. At dinner he was taciturn. The next morning tho general Bent for Francois to come to him In the library. A letter had been brought a short time before and was lying open on the table by his hand. "Francois," began tho general in his deep abrupt tones, "I am in trouble. Will you help me?" "Yes, my Seigneur," said Francois quickly. The general glared at him, frown ing. "We shall see," he said again, and then suddenly as a shot from a cannon "Does Alixe love you, Fran cois?" "I I think not, my Seigneur," he answered in a low voice. "I am hurtiDg you," the deep voice paid and only one or two people in the world had heard that voice so full of tenderness. "I am hurting my son. But listen, Francois. It was the dear est wish of Pietro's father It has been my dearest wish for years that Alixe and Pietro should one day be married. It is that which would be the. crown of a friendship forged in the fires of battle-fields, tempered In the freezing starving snow delds of Russia, finished I hope never finished for all eternity." Francois, his head bent, his eyes on the general's hand which held his, an- wered very' quietly. "I sec," he said. "You would not take her from Pie tro, who. I am sure, loves her?" Francois looked up sharply, but the general did not notice. Ho spoke lowly. "I promised Pietro's father" tho boy seemed to be out of breath 'to be Pietro's friend always." he said. The general smiled then and let the fingers go, and turned to the letter on the table before him. "Good!" he said. "You are always what I wish, Francois," and it was quite evident that the load was off his mind. CHAPTER XI. With All My Soul. The general swung around to the lad. "Francois, this letter Is about you." He tapped the rustling paper. 'Pietro wants you to come to him as his secretary." Francois' large eyes lifted to the general's face, inquiring, startled. childlike. "Pietro!" he Bald slowly 'I had not thought of that." Yet you knew that l'ietro was heart and soul In the plots of the Italian patriots?" 'Yes." 'But you had not thought of going to help him fight?" "No, my seigneur. I had thought only of the fight for which I must be ready here." 'Thia Italian-business will be good practice," said the general, as a man of'today might Bpeak of a tennis tour nament "And you and Pietro will be enchanted to bo together again Francois smiled, and something in the smile wrung the general's heart Francois, you are not going to be unhappy about little Alixe?" Quickly Francois threw back, as If he had not heard the question: "My Seigneur, I will go to Pietro; It will be the best thing possible action and training, and good old Pietro for comrade. My Seigneur, may I go to morrow?" "Tomorrow I" Tne general was startled now. "A thousand thunders but you are a sudden lad! Yet it will be no harder to give you up tomorrow than it would be next month. Yes, to morrow, then, let It be." Francois stood rp, slim, young, nlert and steady, yet somehow not as tho boy who had come In to the general an hour before; more, perhaps, as man who had been through a battl and ccrae out very 'tired, with th noise of the lighting in. his ears "I will go to tho farm tonight, to my mother end my father. And thl afternoon I will ride with Alixe, if you do not want me for the book, my Seigneur and if fche will go. May ask you not to tell Alixe of this to . i r tdi wr COfrWCiT V2 BY OOBeS tfOtKIU. CO. "Yes," agreed the general doubt fully. "But you will be careful not to upset her, Francois?" "I will be careful." "And and you will do what you can to help Pietro, will you not, my Bon?" A quick contraction twisted Fran- cols' spnsitlve mouth and was gone. but this time the general saw. "You may trust me, my Seigneur," the boy said, and moved to the door; but the general called to him as his hand touched the latch. "Francois!" "Yes, my Seigneur." He faced about, steady and grave, and etoodholding the door. "Francois, my son I have not hurt you very much? You do not love Alixe deeply? Do you love her, Fran cois?" There was a shock of stillness In the old dim library. Through the window where the children's shouts had come In ten years before to the mar quis and the general one heard now in the quiet the sudden staccato of a late cricket. The general, breathing anxiously, looked at Francois, Fran cois standing like a statue. The gen eral repeated his question 6oftly, breathlessly. "Do you love her, Fran cols?" With that the great eyes blazed and the whole face of the boy lighted as if a fire had flamed inside a lantern He threw back his head. "With all my soul." ho said. "And forever." A rushing mountain stream white veiled in the falling, black-brown in the foam-flecked pools tumbled, splashed, brawled down tho mountain; the mountain hung over, shadowy; banks of fern held the rampant brook in chains of green. Alixe and Fran ooipo, riding slowly in the coolness of the road below, looked up and saw it 11, familiar, beautiful, full of old as oclations., "One misses Pietro," Francois said He always wanted to ride past the Trou du Gouverneur.' " A Roman legend had given this name to the deep pool of the brook by the road; it was said that the cruel old governor had used it, two thousand years back, for drowning refractory peasants. Alixe gazed steadily at the dark murmuring water. Yes, one misses him. Is lifo like that, do you suppose, Francois? One grows up with people, and they get to be as much a part of living as the air, or one's hands and then, sud denly, one is told that they are go lntr away. And that ends it One must do without air, without hands What a world, Francois!" "We aro not meant to like it too much, 1 believe, Alixe," said Francois unnily. 'it la just en passant, this world, when you Etop to consider This Is school, this life, I gather. My mother Eays it is not very important if one has a good seat in the school rcuin or a bad; If one sits near one's playmates or is sent to another cor ner, so long as one is a gooa cunu and works heartily at one's lessons It is only for a day and then we go home, where all that is made right Not a bad Idea of my mother's, Is It Alixe?" "Your mother is a wonderful worn 1 '-W A i Id - v mi V Alixe Turned Sharply. an." "She Alixe answered thoughtfully lives like that. She never let things trouble her, not even when your father lost everything. Did she, ran cols?" "No." said Francois. "She la one of the few people who know what the real things are and live In them. It Is hard to do that. I can not. I care bo bitterly for what I want. "It is" Francois hesitated "it Is very hard for me to give up what I want." Ho stumbled over tho words; his voice rhook po that Alixe shifted In the sauile and looked at him Inquiringly "Allxo dear" then Francois slopped. "You need not Lo afrtid that I shall have more than Pietro," lie be f,an uncertainly. "For it Is not going to be bo. He will have what what I woild Elve my life for." Then he hurried on. "I sec how it is, he said gently, "and you nrc right to care so lovallr for Pietro. At is worth it I II ll IT j. H ' t i. ' till! And you must never care less, Allxo never forget him because he has gone away. Ho will come back." The boy spoke with effort, slowly, but Allxe was too much occupied with her wn tumultuous thoughts to notice. He will surely come back and be long to you more than ever. He will come back distinguished and covered ith honors, perhaps, and then and then Alixe, do you see the chestnut reo at the corner that turns to the chateau? It is a good bit of soft road wo will race to that tree shall we? And then I will tell you something." The horses raced merrily; Alixe sat lose to tho saddle with the light winging scat, the delicate hand on the brid!o, which were part of her perfect horsemanship, and over and over as he watched her ride Francois aid to himself: 'I will give my happlners for the Seigneur's I said it, and I will. I will be a friend to Pietro always I cald it, and I will." Over and over the horses' flying feet pounded out that self-command, and at length the music of the multiplying hoof. beats grew slower, and with tight ening rein they drew in and stopped under tho big chestnut. Alixe was laughing, exhilarated, lovely. Wasn't it a good race? Didn t they go dellciously?" she threw at him. And then, "We will to around by the Delesmontes Road; it 1m only three miles farther, and It is early in the afternoon; there is nothing to do." Francois spoke slowly. "I am afraid I must not, Alixe. I am going to the farm tonight." "To the farm!" Alixe looked at him in surprise. "But you were not to go over till tomorrow. My father and I will ride over with you. Havo you forgotten?" "No," said Francois, "I have not for gotten no. indeed. But I am going away tomorrow, Alixe." "Going away?" Allxe turned sharp ly, and her deep blue glance searched his eyes. "What do you mean, Fran cois?" And then, imperiously: "Don't tease me, Francois! I don't like it" Francois steadied, hardened his face very carefully, and answered: "I am not teasing you, Alixe. 1 did not tell you before because " he stopped, for his voice was going wrong "because I thought we would have our ride just as usual today. 1 only knew about It myself this morning. I am going to Pietro." 'Going to Pietro!" Alixe wae gasp ing painfully. "Francois It is a Joke tell me it is a poor Joke. Quick! she ordered. "I won't have you play with me, torture me!" 'It is not a Joke." The boy's eyes were held by a superhuman effort on the buckle of the bridle-rein lying on his knee. "There was a letter from Pietro this morning. The seigneur wishes me to go. I wish to go. I go tomorrow." "Going tomorrow!" The girl's voice was a wail. "You taken away from me!" Then in a flash: "I hate Pietro! He is cruel he thinks only of him self. He wants you but I want you too. How can I live without you. Francois?" Then softly, hurriedly, while the world reeled about the boy, sitting statue-like in his saddle: "It Is just as I said. You are as much a part of my life as the air I breathe and you and my father and Pietro say quite calmly, 'The air Is to be taken away you must do without If 1 can not. I will choke!" She pulled at her collar suddenly, as If the choking were a physical present fact. No slightest motion, no shade of inflection missed Francois; still he eat motionless,, his eyes on the little brass buckle, his lips set in a line, without a word, without a look toward her. And suddenly Allxe, with another quick blue glance from under her long lashes Allxe, hurt, reckless, desper ate, had struck her horse a sharp blow and she was In the road before him, galloping away. Ho let her go. He sat quiet a long time. As she turned in, still gallop ing, at the high stone gateway of the chateau, his eyes came back again to the little shining buckle. It seemed the only thing tangible In a dream universe of rapture and agony. Over and over he heard tho worda she had said worda which must mean what? Had they meant it? Had he possibly been mistaken? No the utter happi ness which came with the memory of the soft hurried voice must mean the truth she cared for him, and then over and over and ovef he said, half aloud, through his set teeth: "I said that I would give my happl ness for my seigneur's; I said that I would be a friend. to Pietro; I will." (TO nn CONTINUED.) Home, Sweet Home. 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