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his legs straightened, the horse went Brooks groaned in spirit, and crawled out from under him, and a poor lone away again. Lancer lay away out on the veldt with Over on the other side of the hill Brooks' orders in his pockets.

there was only an occasional shot, and At Sandhurst they teach many the sun

was getting angular in the things. They build excellent bridges western heavens. Brooks did not know out of telegraph poles, they float pon- what to do. Finally he thought it out toons in water where the mud scarce In this wise. “We were sent out here settles before the next exercises begin; to make a distraction in favor of the but there is one thing which from time main body of troops. When orders to time a soldier has to do which they reached us, we were to go up and do not teach at Sandhurst,—they do not strike and bring those Johnnies over teach men to think.

this side, and let the General walk up When Brooks realized that away out the other. That is what we were to do on the veldt lay his orders, that be- when the orders came. The orders tween those orders and him stretched haven't come; but they started, they a space of almost certain death, and are out there now on the veldt, and I that he was there in command, with can't get them.” the lives of nigh a hundred men in his Brooks rose and walked out to the hands (two hundred a few hours be- front of the men, held his new sword fore), his courage failed him for an in. up over his head, the sword that we stant. Then with a jerk he came back fellows had given him, and stood as to the spitefulfiery, busy world if on parade. "Company, attention!" around him.


held up their heads and He got down on his hands and knees looked towards him. He turned to the cautiously, and flattened himself on the first sergeant, and said, “Sergeant, earth, full of the thought of his own form up the men!" preciousness, and crept over where the The men rose from the ground, wonfirst sergeant of his company lay, dering. They were past fear now, and flattened like a pannikin, behind a little as they rose the ripple of shots broke bush. “I say, look here, Sergeant, he out again, and some of them never said; "those are our orders.” The ser- stood up entirely. geant, much bedraggled, with a little Then, in the face of that fire, dried-up crimson rivulet down bis Brooks fixed bayonets, swung into comface, and one hand in his pocket be- pany front, and turned once more to cause he could not get it out, saluted face the men; and this is what he said: with the wrong hand, and said, “Yes, "Sergeant, bring those colors to the sir, our orders, sir.”

front. Give them to me. We are go Brooks stopped and thought ing up there to give those Johnnies a moment. “Look here, Sergeant, I am shove. Every man play close up to the a good bit of a young 'un, and I ball, and don't forget good old Eng. haven't belonged to the corps long." land!" The sergeant grinned. "So I want He turned, waved his colors once, your advice, Sergeant. What do you threw his sword away and started up think we had better do?”

the hill, --started up the hill in the face The sergeant, as if on the cricket of a sea of fire, with scarce a hundred field, plucked and chewed a blade of men behind him, up in the face of over grass reflectively, and said, after deep three thousand. musing: “Well, sir, as you ask me, sir, Over the gradual rise they swept, I think we had best obey orders." with a short, sharp cheer, dropping



men at every step. Brooks ran well Brooks, the captain of the team,
ahead-one arm hanging loose at his plunged limply down head-first among
side, the colors pointed forward-ran the sea of men within the trench, and
with the strong springy run of the foot- alone, unnoted, unthought of, the Union
ball player, well ahead of his men, Jack, without a man to hold it, Auto
with the sergeant next behind him, tered grimly from the hilltop of the
followed by seventy-five men, followed Boers.
by fifty, followed by thirty, up to The shadows of the veldt bush were
where the hill became steep and where long. A scattering fire had burst out
some went on their hands and knees again on the opposite side of the hill
to follow and never rose again.

and now out over the parapet there
Up the final slope he went, followed swarmed a motley crew of half-clad
by fifteen. Up to the parapet, with the fellows, big, bony and strong.
Union Jack well advanced, with the As the sun dipped and the quick
good old school-cry on his lips, “Play twilight of the African autumn spread
up close to the ball! on the ball!" over the land, a little ring of desperate
With his heart in football, with never men, close huddled together, guns and
a thought of battle, until he reached wagons abandoned, retreated across
almost the top of the parapet, and the plain, driven steadily all night,
strange faces looked down upon him, back towards the coast, back toward
faces with deep-set lines, and blue-gray the spot where the run rose, strug-
eyes looking along rifle-barrels. Then gling, fighting, cursing, always driven
he fired his pistol into those faces back, carrying with them disaster, sor-
once, twice, three times, and for the row and disgrace to the British arms.
first time that day Martinis cracked Up on the hilltop, empty now save
on the windward side of the bill.

for the silent forms that lay here and The next instant Brooks staggered there, or for some angel of mercy who to the top of the parapet, the Union flitted from tangled group to group Jack waving. The staff came down with water-can, up there in the light with a punch into the sandy soil and of the moon, with his face to the twenty rifles barked and snarled under ground, lay Brooks, the Captain of the his nose.

School, our Brooks, who had always The few men who had been behind led us to victory. him turned and ran, and dear old



"Ladies and gentlemen," cried the There

some polite applause. old chevalier, clapping his hands to- "The poem! let us hear the poem,” gether to attract the attention of all buzzed upon all sides, and the throng those in the room, "this brilliant young began to settle down around the poet, author and poet, who needs no intro- the ladies occupying the chairs, and duction to you, has consented to read the gentlemen either leaning against his latest production. Will you kindly the walls or seated upon stools by the take places ?”

side of those ladies in whose eyes they

found particular favor. *Robert Tournay. By William Sage. Copyright, 1900, by Houghton, Mimin & Co.

In a few moments a hush of expect

ancy fell upon an audience delighted breathless interest the meeting of the at the prospect of being entertained. young lovers in the hall of the Luxem

“This is a play in verse" began the bourg; assisted smilingly at their poet, taking a roll of manuscript from rendezvous

in the corridors

and his pocket.

shadowy corners of the old prison; and "A play! how charming," said sighed gently during the most tender Mademoiselle de Bellạil.

passages. At the scene of separation, "It is in three acts," continued the tears of regret flowed freely, and in the author. “Act first, in the prison of the meeting in the last act, tears of joy Luxembourg, where the young people and sorrow mingled together in symfirst meet and fall deeply in love." pathetic unison.

A rustle of approval ran through his As the young poet ended he folded audience.

up his manuscript and bowed his "Act second is in the prison yard blushing acknowledgements to the where they are separated, she being set storm of applause that greeted him. at liberty and he conducted to the The wave of approbation had not guillotine."

ceased to resound through the room "Oh, how terrible!" murmured the when the outer door opened, and the young damsel.

jailer and some half a dozen gendarmes "One moment, monsieur le poëte," entered abruptly. said Madame de Rémur. "How does it Instantly the hum of conversation end? I warn you that I shall not like stopped, and an icy chill fell upon the your play if it ends unhappily."

assemblage. Faces that the moment "You shall judge of that in a moment, before were wreathed in smiles now madame,” replied the poet, bowing to became deadly pale and marked with her graciously.

fear. "In the third act,” he continued, "the “The call of tomorrow's list to the lovers are brought together under the guillotine,” rang out through the room shadow of the guillotine, whither she in harsh notes. has followed him. The knife falls Amid the silence of death, a captain upon both of them in quick succession, of gendarmerie took a slip of paper and their souls are united in the next from his pocket, while a comrade held world never to be separated more.” a lantern under his nose. Some of

“What a beautiful ending,” cried those who listened wiped the clammy Mademoiselle de Belleil, and the ex- perspiration from their foreheads, clamation on the part of the audience others trembled and sat down. Some showed that her sentiment was echoed affected an air of indifference, and begenerally.

gan a forced conversation with their “Continue," said Madame de Rémur. neighbors; but all ears were strained. "I was afraid it was going to end un- Each dreaded lest his own name or happily."

that of some loved one should be called The chevalier took a pinch of snufr out by that monotonous, relentless and settled himself back in the arm. voice. chair which was accorded to him as a “Bertrand de Chalens." tribute to his advanced age; and the An old man stepped forward. poet unfolded his manuscript and be “Annette Ducles." gan to read.

There was a pause after each name, It was an intensely appreciative au. during which the suspense was in. dience that listened to the dramatic tensified. work of the poet. They followed with "Diane de Rémur."



Madame de Rémur laid aside her work and rose.

“Diane! Diane! I cannot bear it!" cried the Countess d'Arlincourt, throwing her arms about her friend's neck. “Oh, sirs, have pity!"

"Hush, my dear,” replied Madame de Rémur soothingly. “Chevalier, look to the poor child; she is hysterical.” The chevalier gently drew the countess aside, then took Madame de Rémur's band and silently bending over it, put it to his lips.

“Take your place in the line, citizeness," called out gendarme, and Madame de Rémur stood with the others.

"André de Blois!"

As de Blois' name was called, a shrill cry echoed through the room, and Mademoiselle de Bellvil fell back into the chair from which she had just risen. She did not swoon, but sat like one in a dream, staring with wide-open eyes.

The count stepped to her side.

"Adèle,” he said, bending down and speaking in a low voice, "give me one of those roses you are wearing on your breast.”

Mechanically she took the flower from her bosom and put it in his hand. He placed it over his heart. “It shall be here to the last," he said softly; "now farewell;" and he pressed a kiss upon her cold lips.

"Maurice de Lacheville."

A man crouched down behind а group of prisoners, and all heads were turned in his direction.

"Maurice de Lacheville, you are called,” said a gendarme, going up to him and seizing him by the arm with no gentle grasp.

“There is some mistake," cried de Lacheville, pitiably.

“There is no mistake, your name is here."

I say, there must be some mistake. My arrest was a mistake.

I was promised—"


"Into the line with you," was the gruff interruption. “Many would claim there was a mistake if it would avail them to do so."

"But in my case it is true," pleaded de Lacheville. "Send word to Robespierre; he promised"

"Into the line, I tell you!” cried the exasperated gendarme. “There is no mistake; your name is written here. You go with the rest."

“One moment, one little moment,” implored the wretched marquis in an agony of fear. "Oh, messieurs the gendarmes, if you will but hear me, I have an important communication to make." All this time he was fighting desperately as the two officers of the law dragged him toward the door. "Silence, idiot!" yelled

the angry captain, “or I will have you bound and gagged. Take example from these women, who put you to shame."

“Idiot that I was,” cried de Lacheville, "why did I ever return from a place of safety? None but a fool would have trusted the word of Robespierre.”

“Bind him," ordered the captain.

With a strength no one would have believed that he possessed, de Lacheville threw off those who held him,

"Stand back!” he shouted wildly, as the officers endeavored to seize him. He drew an 'object quickly from his pocket.

"Take care, Jean. He has a weapon," cried one.

There was a report of a pistol, and the marquis fell forward to the floor.

A murmur of horror filled the prison hall. Women fainted, and men turned away their

heads. The gendarmes hastened to bend over him.

"I believe he is dead, captain,” said one after a brief examination.

“Carry him out with the others just the

same," ordered the captain. “Pierre, continue with the list.”

"Bertrand de Tourin."

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And she threw herself into the arms “Adèle de Belleil."

of her lover. There was a cry of joy in the an- “About face - fall in - forward! swer,

march.” The heavy door closed, and "I am here. The Blessed Virgin has those who had been called were led heard my prayer;" and Mademoiselle away, while those remaining in the de Bellæil stepped forward. "André, prison went quietly to their cells, to reI come with you; we shall go together commence the same life on the morrow where they can never separate us." until the next roll call.


In the King's antechamber the pre- posite end directly communicates with liminaries for the aristocratic ceremony the King's Chamber. had begun, which was instituted by the The whole room was tapestried' in Emperor Charles V, when the privilege rich, dark-blue cloth, covered with of keeping on their hats in the King's large fleur-de-lis, and the interlaced ini. presence, formerly common to all titles, tials A and B in embossed velvet. Four was limited by him to only twelve large portraits of Charles IV and grandees of Spain, who have since been Marie Louise, Ferdinand VII and called first class grandees, and who Queen Amelie, filled the niches on were the Dukes of Medina Sidonia, either side of the two doors between Albuquerque, Infantado, Alba, Frias, the Saleta and the King's Chamber. Medina de Rioseco, Escalona, Bena- Along the walls, benches of the same vente, Najera, Arcos, Medinaceli, and tapestry were placed, broken at interthe Marquis of Astorga. From that vals by five magnificent consoles of time to this, there has scarcely been marble and bronze sustaining candelaany change in this ceremony, which it bra, and the busts of Isabella II, is customary to celebrate, like the ma- Francis of Assisi, Philip V and Ferdi., jority of State rites, in the King's ante- nand VI. chamber.

Between the two balconies, upon one This room forms a vast square of

of these consoles, and opposite a severe magnificence, whose ceiling, marble mantelpiece adorned with а painted by Maella, represents an alle- colossal mirror, was a large bust of gory capable of striking terror into the Charles III, covered with the royal hearts of all those great personages

mantle, and whose armor was richly destined to figure in history who gaze chiselled. All the doors of the ante. upon it: Truth discovered by Time. To chamber were thrown open, except that the right of the door of the Saleta of the Saleta, and crowded together which gives entrance to the ante

behind the curtains were the families chamber, open out two balconies which and friends of the grandees, anxious to overlook the Armory Square, and on

witness the lordly spectacle. Before the left are two doors leading to the in- the door of the King's Chamber was a terior rooms, while a screen at the op

table covered with rich crimson velvet, *Currita, Countess of Albornoz. Translated by and a large seat of honor intended for Estelle Huyck Attwell from the Spanish of Luis the King. Coloma. Copyright, 1900. Little, Brown & Co.

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