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The Drums of War! | A Romance of the Franco-Prussian Death Grapple By H. DE VERE STACPOOLE Auther of “THE SHIP OF CORAL,” Bte. ———— (Caprright, 1910, by Duffield & Co.) apologized for not having informed SeNorsts OF PRECEDING CHAPTENs, M6 that it was one of his poiltical evenings, and introduced me to the Mahon, nine-yeareid son of an Irish L between the two “ his Wes his punish- Bad ick is the reincarnetion remainder of the evening. ont ba hyo nmnot remember what the Duc energie insane ‘on the Ment—he totally ignored me for the ancestor ie by -y the le A Biron. ceai i. de Ci ore, anid to me, or I to him: 1 ‘atl the aron's ony but we talked, and | ate ives which pit a, Servant of the Barn tris to T could not taste. I would have ' ven ih, he bay's ram Patcck’s fFankly beaten a retreat, now that f , nb attempt, challenges had made my entry and faced the $ f.gar",, Tee, Barco fire, but for a young man who, en- . ed in a conversation with two of teen Vatrick the attaches of the Austrian Embassy, nin paver, Me plans looked in my direction every now and . then. It was my evil genius, the ny 9 Drought up. by fh leman, Ate eC e de Coigny. CHAPTER IX. The same who, as a boy in the garden of the Hotel de Merny, had When It Is May. told me of the ruin of the Felicianis. I had not come across him since he iE meeting with Eloise #0 left the Bourdaloue College.’ He was disturbed my mind that I now, it seems, an attache of the Em- had quite forgotten one Peror’s, and he was just the same as thite<Pransive. of old, though bigger, A stout young i man, with a stolid, insolent face; When I awoke at 6 of and I guessed, by his side-glances, that thia bright May morning, which was his conversation with the Austrians the herald of a new chapter of my W48 about me, and that I was being life, Frangius and his old fiddie, one @!#cussed critically and sarcastically How I hated that young man at MAtural and between friends, If we under the arm of the other, entered snai’moment; and how | longed to had wandered out of the gardens of my mind directly the door of con- cross the room, and, flinging the con- Lichtenberg together, children, hand eciousnese was opencd by Joubert’s venances to the winds, smack him jn hand, and passed straight through knock at the door of my room. in the face! But that pleasure was to years a6 one passes through & be reserved for another .hand than é bie sig Asian veer se arid mink, moment of time, to find ourselves at ue ad fallen asleep di- “When the unhappy political re- Btiolles still hand in hand, our re- rectly my head touched the plilow, I ception was over, and the last of th lationship—as regards money affaira lept only two hours when the guests departed, I sought my guar could not nd jan in the smoking-room, to make MY eq, 7 ry beaUonbY sua Ee een : " summons came to ket up. ipologs “Joubert,” sald 1, sittl a Oe ae si sitting up in bed, “My dear air,” ald my guardian, perrdetiinn her. Nothing could be “do you remember, nine years 46 with @ little, kindly laugh that took when we were staying at the Schloss the stiffness from the formality of | We used to wander gaily together ‘and turned it into a little through the Maytime woods and over Tichtenberg, a little girl in a white hig addres b vie A i. dyess and @ blue scarf, and white JoRe, “on my heart, I did not perceive ole gre tate, One day, as pantalettes with frills to them?” what you were attired in. A host is ¥® rambled we strayed into a halt in a oblivious of ail things but the face Choked path. Mordieu!” grumbled Joubert, put- ‘ind the hand of his guest. Were the . This narrow path, twisting, turn- ting out my razors. “Do I remem- Duc de Bassano or M. le Duc de !®&, sometimes half obscured by the tert Well, what about: her?’ Cadore to turn up at a reception of riance of the undergrowth, was “ ” mine attired as a rag-picker, | would the path I had on ago—the \ Z mist hee laat pight” only be conscious that | was receiy- P&th leading by the old-forgotten \ Joubert, who, with a towel over his je the Due de Cadore or the Duc de Stavel-pit into which IT had fallen, } arm, was just on the point of Kuing Bassano. They would be for me ¢ aga Oe Sa fee ues, ou vce * a ower x ‘ 2 ad follows 0 igto the bathroom adjoining, wheeled themselves however their fellow mysterious child ao like little Carl. guests might sneer? ‘And ee Perhaps it was the old recollect! but the path for me had a sini appearance; something that was not how have we enjoyed our- in Paris? ked the kindly d gentleman, turning from tne sub- sel “At @ students’ ball.” Then I told him the whole business: told him of ject of dress and lighting a fresh "1'ao'ne fixe te here,” eald Eloise, death of the Countess, of Hloise’s °'6*" ‘And I saw something—something ing in those bushes. ver a ye 1 replies soon reach the open.” When we did, and whep whieh t ourselves in a broad dvas thick on remembered, the sWmined that, £0 my brow; and I tht, 1 would never back how we Pagain, It had for what he may have enter that ind yet the horror that torlorn position, and bed “Oh, very well,” I said, “And, by n of the plans I ine way, | have met an old aquaint- ne ance ¢ “But that is not all,” said I, And told him of my meeting with , sius, the wandering musician of Count jose music bad held me in the gal- ount of the Schloss, whilo the ter? ‘ @geasein had been at work plunging | “1 don't kno) all i q “Mademoiselle Feliciant, a daughter ieiani.” Feliciani, the--er—defaul- his da Into the pillow of my bea done,” said [, “but T met them years me the cb ‘aggociated in dreamland, CF mga him, pet he brought you #8 at the Schloss Lichtenberg, Then We only. ay a child amidst the | 6 the place where you met said they were entirely rulned. { met aaid Eloise. “I just aaw its beet when I had finished. “Mark Mile, Feliciani last night in a most nd don't know why—it ¢, something evil will come of this, Curious way; and she has been :iving Ofentened me, and’ Mon Dieu! the Lichtenbergs have not im great poverty, In fact, I’—and flhon't™ said 1 believe t done with us yet. On the night be- here I blusied, 1 believe "t DOV® place is haunted. Let us forget It taken her under my protection Protecticn! On nao ert fore us through the trees—a, great tered in the simplicity of youth to space of sapphire-colored ‘water, “LT have given her the Payvisen by Where the herons had their home, and continued T, encourage? YY the dragon-fie The «! last broke be fore the General fought with Baron nd pool at Imhoff he came to the Pavilion—you remember that night? He took me outside in the dark—you remember Ay Ne took me out? And what said he? live in, of frank’ ®P- “Te was past noon. We were hungry, } He sald: ‘Joubert, my guardian's smile of t Was Da ; ray a eee ee eee icra proval, "The only thing that 4Ti0ves go we sat down on a grassy bank by bergs wil not have done with us, me Is 1 went on, “that heer her the water, opened a tunch basket, preading the food on the grass nd that I caneet 0 he nus, fell to. too." and, hone were |8 dea my protection, Fate, like an old mole'—t his words— ‘has been working unde suardinn opertd His eyes at Next day, when [ returned to the ground in the families of the Saluces MY UATSIY Ob8ng aiong, wlush- pavition of Saluce, T took o com- apd Lichtenbergs for three hundred (i! crprived Sito one of howe Lanign with me—Frang years and more. She's showing her aeatne’ rivedacencen of youth which PS? \iy don't you write music?” hose, and what will be the end of it Charming conden yy Noid nim of y guid, wien he were weated in the the Virgin in heaven only can tell, If r ee maleienl, j n 4 the beauty of the Cou railway train on our way back to Pfall, Joubert,” said he, ‘L trust you to the beauty ef Ne Core amined her TAllway train re a greater musician keep iny boy apart from that child of #04 Of How meow Thad visited BAF tin’ eny of those men who are fa- Von Lichtenberg’s they call Cark Ot ens her, prematurely aged, vies and rich = Keep him apart leon any one who hax 20d seen Oe ei eautiful hair MOMs and OO TN ever had anything (0 do Wit eee en ow, ler fac ed with | My at La Clonerie de PD sinntenders’s.’ the wrinkles of age; and then ‘twas, yi), J, And look you,” continued Joubert, {Ukr that M. le Vicomte began to Tne f “the firat 1 liberty (0 tyiueive that my relationsbip with 410 tae tie ter and Ronis was other than what he bad Pim spe ens? Yu r ned event to the other, and now you are ROINK ing since the death of her mother?” ™p from macing Rumen to wet the girl up in the Mavilion. asked he. ite em be a 4 put Curd coun a er garden and pu Think you twould mind sf you fied "gye ‘hae ben model wt Card 1. {to case in @ heer garden ond bit It D4 jd org poo Wy ene fin sf eee does’ git jw, Would require great tact and Infinit e chateau ed the mout wi ‘ndaad 00 » Waele, ie 1 es ar ie ba Po ay toe ye : 4 “Have you any music written ou won-loads, ariny corps of & ° ith thie emer - " written out | and you trike the one "Ts Just give her a home and whet You know noi H ye an 8 ae an pata the req ' " f use of my talk us fits Bone ener read the Vicomte, “you. ri 1 asked him, an we parted ‘ he station o led, Just ¢ ing to adopt a at the @ shied She tea wore & shhe fou 1 te eetar vt have. several ‘Lieder,’ replied have your box of tin soldiers be ve in, pay Vrannius, "Very amaii-just, ae you ave 96 4 ey yes 4 might may, enatehen you in the cartiuge inetes. ba iv “WL aend « n for them to mor Br a pad eo Tee Oak ae. Oh yening, will you «ive them to Fad And no. torre one ae I will (uke the geratest care of ging my child auorien in 1s teeth just euid | dren “reune © , Me promised And I eaw the le “rp o wausy ve fa new n his face as be de 1 nthe parted the (he waeti! etreete on F test thie ¢ of the forest gad the that's ' down, a whom God had gives wings. call themumiy 4 Then be jeuahe ‘ ae n God ed given (ood wane ned iede our . ’ othe word hed @ ie y a . on nine nenewed. torouKeh \af . find ’ o (9 WAluiles “ aon pereon v . “ o toid fenee int Vranes “ . You ven ‘a . . +40 oud - ” ' ‘ *« . o ‘ ° rf “ . onto eee won he . wan piney 4 5 ° - . wing 9 oy tts! we CHAPTER SN dete Champelr net of shew ve the wow jife 1 re but a6 « (hing quite led vy overt’ 06 (et 04 ette — —— Sedaiadasaeoblaaeaiaartaaienad ‘The Evening World Daily Magasine, Wednesday: May 26: 191 —— directs.’ He rang the bell for Berti smitten to the heart. sadness, forwardness, could have done so. Yet I left the room with m, mi unshaken. “A person has calle monsieur, th the librar: 1 turn to ahaiun door ant Folin, mind the viol the argyr he Wan carrying “Mithe bridge snappl ampeat. ‘Then [ held him at as radiant, laughing | “Toto,” said Eloise, “are there fish in the moat? “I never heard of any. Why?" “I saw something white and flat,” said Eloise, “deep .down. I first thought it was a flatfish, then it looked like a ball of mist in tho water “And no from “what is it?" # “Oh, my . friend, Wrnet lease. deep down, and then it looked like a— ht just as well h himeelf out more to pI ~ { ftcer eaid I, laughing, and questions. ate Express going from no Mesngryr prey ps y D) 5 hie guest, be avi sot looking over the bridge rail and down ph ae Mrday you saw mol was in jeu eevee caw the Deleniae GHEE oS Se co ” despair. 1 had not understood aright. e in his strange surround! ‘I know it was only fancy,” said Sie had not underst me. Hhe at eas 7 ms ne Ap bos ol Al saldl a1 gt a Ad Mot ad tor nothing but My and with exquisite delicacy only second and dicamed it. It felt like a ocantd (et “know that (@Y tainable by # man of good birth, ee etada up teow aleep, ween music was herself-that her soul had i164 iy ait the subtletios of life, he feela wakened up ae sleep when mvaved into me, that she W eae ee pgs nie wan perbape only =F mind all the women at Et this thing—your suicide would den me less than this marrii which will be your social death, your will plete his toilet, and I left the room His unaffected his kindness, his straight- would have moved me from my course if anything mortal , opened the oie engulfed in tt ai boy, He had come tates A yoy dejeuner, and the the way on foot, and a 1 of my guardian to him during had been a beng mites Sramp hed Fransius, The tall .” 1 said, laughing, too, the Infection of his gayety, eaid Franeius, MIN? Es 5 s ené- finished &@ reat in the sleeve. ae if to see po 1 a7, bmg now. oy) homes ger. he has bee vin that LJ waileny? have looked ading rt T have eal road here med go - on foot, here a year was But there * t every footstep of that over? wae & footstep. nentee. J”, Oil praise God. > He ceased, and 1 bowed my head. to com- y deter- 1 coming down the atairs © The holy spirit of Love seemed A footman accosted me on, t' You, it root a I ai landing. wim into ing the door, and the cheery voice of M. le Vicomte bidding me introduce him to my friend. CHAPTER Xiil. In the Sun Garden. SHALL never forget that int”? DI wall arm's s men who served us may. have wondered at this very w customed guest; but had the Em= peror been sitting in Franzius’ place M. le Vicomte could not have lalé guest at ease. et eaten t Mme, Fauchard to Hlise, When the meal was over we went mag Ly , ughter, rec . She shivered, and took my arm; and master's pretty daughter, ron into the smoking-room; and then, I led her along a by-path that togr my mind all but only then, did Ht Nigeria se us to the carriage drive and the il Ort she was me, that my. music the oe joise in & door of the chateau. Pt wan her-—-that every strand of ‘Then he dismissed us as though The great hal, with te eeddlicher, Maiden hair, every motion of her lips, | Then he gieiaved oe at took wa and ceiling painted . nerd every” dawn on met musician off to see my YA choed our footstenan uncann ti, then it, began to dawn on mel mOuA ain irish, oF at anees Tee Oe ees Semiitting rooms an “Frensiua T cried cra, “Fransius, parte frieh and I suppose that ace id ing him by d, ? ‘ounts for some eccentricities in peeped f the first floor, and then hoch en GC is It Mile, loise” ‘* $ ‘afta: sure Escdemar siete of ware tothe ror aR ev agMP Se NOTAS A eno cat Sete ca er, at pn, Me atthe See suet that Jog Wyse bedrooms, tai stricken one, “but up to this had carried me along #0) ania icine See eee inert nie foun L embraced Fransius. It Was Wrresistibly and 9 Raapently thet 5 the bedrooms, ghostly and deserted. ang now it was that the truth of few days. | came to Paris to-day to the first o in my life that I hi pot once doer of me She was pointing to a narrow stair: the Vicomte's philosophy was borne seek rellef—to hear the streete—to vembraced’ * irae, Pee ney eubtae tees That memory, oF pechany ing fro in_upon 1 forget'= He and his old vi Leeged js “Vout tting yourselt into a “fy forget what? Come, tell me arms, nearly crushing them. Fool! Conaclence, woke up to deal my see where it goes,” sald I, for which you cannot es- han happoned. fool!’ Double fool that Twas not to nome blew. ane xovy noching Gh years ince T had explored this not annot marry ot now,” said Frangius, “Lcan- have seen it before! Her sadmene oie mak oe aia he? , part of the chateau it lool Poin ani, | is, would not l you now, ‘o-morrow I will when I was with her, the Me Ana __ Never, I thought, aa I looked at him. and wicked enough to !ead to # Blue- ras your, wife.” . your house in the jighted up when he was near! min tons Sate 1 has bee beard's chamber, weet to ae i ere ‘Then 1 will tell you.” [had fancied that she was in love pn geet) ree has But It didnot. Tt led to & Wares EEva Rr awerea the ‘dues on pF That was all L couta get from him; with me! pit. hm. nothing. room, with four windows loo , ere ond off he went, having first wrung . ‘ain of cynical bit- and watched him as he north, south, e and west. * charm. je id fod am hoth my hands, the teare running wae iret 8 Ore neato, tak ae sekaka ata ne Suamining ing little room, with a painted ce taron ausut to balls ane down his face #o that the passers-b¥ yiiait@ grain that it was Hho’ the works of art, the pictures, So Wah. PUPGp Cippertes bi uardian, andes 1 was turned to look and wonder at Mm. So" perished for ever, in the honest the hundred-and-one things, pretty ait joves. 1, 4 4 me early to-morrow,” cal 4 heart. Faded rost-cclored couches were ooking, and wealthy, aher Hilh ‘ab he went. Waaat ae eae <4 ed thiag, f had fer (he grown: plesed at each window: on a table in sued my way home to the Place acrifice myself, and this - the centre lay seme old books, dust Vendome, wondering at the meaning 4 impulse came on thelr covers, The view was super! oot N of what I had #een-and troubled at to Btlolles, see splendor of Nature d corn jection of the old man ypon me to go at once One window shewed the forest, Oe. The the fields at Evry wae tall and heart upstairs came to me, oixe, and apeak to her alone, if pos- other tie Bete wiediog tue through yellow, the rapes in the vineyarda Franglus to walt for mi ott, tk down to the country spring, 3 =Klobed d the onties ad , ” . “let we country of flelds and gardens, vine- stiaike he ros I of thelr magnin CHAPTER X11. pare and balled to hin to brine the Pemiion. 1 want a breath ot yards and far white roads. cence, and all day mirrored them The Old Coat. Nile and clgara to the gentleman in country air. Paris is smothering me. The smoke of es made & wolves in the moat of the Pavilion. "XT morning I + Sewbest, tha llseary) to i ‘pe ata time, Shall we start?” wreath above the poplar trees. Franzius, lost in bis music and in the 7 to the dressing room. He went to the library to fetch his We sat down on a couch by the paradise in which he found himself, to my guardian's apart. Uh T went to the drone ad the door violin, and we left the Rouse. window overlooking Etioiles. We had got back years of his youth, His ments With @ mesmage without walting for a reply ‘We took the train. It was a glori= Were #0 close together that T could yeniua, clipped and held buck, had stevia on tance ous Beptember day they were u warmth o or nm ainst suddenly burst into ple i e - + wry; at Me Ad har hand hanging loose projecting und carryiig out a great It wan nine o'clock, and " the corn at Hvrg: and the lo her was so clone t work—an opera founded on an old the old gentieman received me in hia Marched him out mmmer, was covered by the k erman legend irvalho had it shearpeh “Saved!” cried [to the astonished f heat that paled t iressing mand in his dressing ,, haze, & gaune of a v J nome of th arg «and had pork baa fas eee Vicomte as | stood ol my back to i orige ‘making a diaphanous become enthusiastic was well gown “ us shaved tie door and he sigod opposite me, rose in a dome Twith Franaiug, but not with Kloiwe, him, and he wax examining his striped satin cravat anging loose and erke ny : Ax the aummer went on whe seemed puyicund, jovial face in a hand- "The little gardens by the way were ibe turned her head, her breath to re ° it was only my Mitror, The place amelt of Parma ailed with, autumn Somers uaa [Mineed here not ann wother but es fancy, but by the end of July | was violets and shaving-socp. It was like Be ee tnme 0n4 Ge a lover : vortain , , the weing-room of @ duchess, #0 flowers, great bouquets with f. rennin was og, freanent via ‘her, Claborate were the fittings and so God fills the hands of ihe poor, CHAPTER XI. aa ee ned prieht and gay, complex the manicure instrumenta beoutlful thee fesae, eeaied R howe found ourgelyns Sey tne SABE BFTAREOMONIS GM CNS Os 1 would like to see him, Ask him A child of six, @ som of of the jemorse ‘ pustracted and aad. Hor dreaming table to dejeuner.” railway porters, bound ND I did not love her at all ne tomes 7 ey “Leave me, Berl,” @aid the old ou know, Kuolles on a a ; noelot declared that she not eat , a mae, Nor did she love me, It W48 Bho nganing of ail this was plaid at gentieman, when he had made «little t bother gar just us though the great Ude jeast, L thoughts. Bhe cared for ne pow to my reflection in the big mir of Nature hud seised ua, inet Mt, whieh Would Mave ror facing hin ‘Then, taking Ww ilelne us tomether, drifted us together for fi yi, vr Heaven knows, ith g . dole ir y fone is ina oowiag ane ~ a Jn = 4 sila while, and tha vot wok . —~ : By wy Py yurning building does one trouble the Chateau, and there ie ya wats and an “ ue pars fra ¥; he she a on . on A B wv arly shout the color of the fire escape her ‘This garden, amail never referred to the ma Bee oe re io marry ner abe shee we" Vial maven one from destruction, or if tected from the east wind by @ Balle main efter that day tli ge di io” i2 | mesrried her roine. mon. it Dt Deen newly painted? Ask him gaded screen, wan the 1 Hut «8 cloud hed srisen ony ee tee eid pot receive her an t Ag cg Peery sition betore say (2 Seheuner thoumh he came dressed imaginable. It wee at the horizon, @ cloud po lareer (hee wife Thad, i n net oil you of & serious step in dite d India the Chateau, and a j Vivine'e band ke her future r 0 ion 1 have de ; 1 inatalied Veo a mpare room may toward rainy ne at iy | replied . #1 the cottuge of the eroundkeoper 1" 5 : ‘ . : Pauck i and oho “* “en we made . t ta VA oe 5 re . seat oppowite to him, te ‘ He brought bie Suewaee with in, 6 él no i he told spe the whole ‘and she was in ; Aone up ine own pe ' wn r A neediework which she ie her der bie rial arm, unde ppd : Vou aed that (he idee of love the de a pretty ture earried bin viniin 1b will # ~>- ap re é “ f 4 ait hod never come to him of the hellyhocks whieh Tined the $ him (het efternomn oa be \ " r Oe ’ ond prettier all ene looked r “e ; ‘ q a r ~~ 2 ing our footsteps, she cast rom Vow tHein & ' fy A aside ond ran ue. Vivine and | were waiting t ree . - at Fr i uel Muto ou f ‘ ' ome and took {Var : ' 1 wim the 4 your ¢ \ hy ‘ He hae told * said whe, look . r ie ant ne Up fall and etreeht inte my : fu ( simieht with perfect Z . oe 4 brw eyes mere wid ond beoutitul thaw the biue besven , 4 uy (he earty dawn. Hie bas wid me.’ | replied, holding bw ’ " ag we the little ined things over, / , Thiee peuvie whe t (reeaulie could ne heviily jubiben' 7 4 me tutus j } h | (Ty te Comtinuadd » e ' = iw = " ' “= CAIN AWAY FO THE . i SUMMEK! Kemember The tivee ° ° Fi A . . ning World prints cach werk @ ° 4 eye oe nuplete uptodaie novel —g ‘ ‘ , ve t, pie wet mone | week's reading! Have The tive send ; y ° , ‘ sue wold momed | ning World sent to your sume iter? . ' ue hed forgutten if fo 10" pout, hove cule bi , her ey ceedia | mer address. Ue, & 1 om going t foro tam Leap? Vou ond, od eho bad just } a

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