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i'Monsieur Beaucairel Jry By BOOTH TARKINGTON, 0/ 11 The Gentleman From Indiana" and " The J\ \\ ; Conquest of Canaan." I ) C» p yright, 1900, by MtClurt, Pbillipi V Ci. I "A mistake. No. All I requir'—all I beg—is this one evening. 'Tis all shall be necessary. After, I shall not need monsieur." '"Take heed to yourself —after!" vouchsafed the Englishman be tweffn his teeth. fIPV "Conquered for the night! Aha, it is riz'nable! I shall meet what yor.ilsend—after. One cannot hopo too much of your patience. It is but iiatural you should atten p' a little avengement for the rascal trap I \«fas such a wrcxed fellow as to set for you. I shall meet some straage frien's of yours after tonight. Not so ? I must try to be not too(inuch frighten'." He looked at the duke curiously. "You want to jfnow why I create this tragedy, why I am so unkind as to entrap mottsieur ?" ,ilis grace of Winterset replied with a chill glance. A pulse in thej'uobleman's check beat less relentlessly. Ills eye raged not so bit tern'. The steady purple of his own color was returning. His voice was less hoarse. Ho was regaining his habit. " 'Tis ever the manner of the vulgar," he observed, "to wish to be seen with people of — if Oh, no, no, no!" The Frenchman laughed. "'Tis not that. Anj I not already one of these 'men of fashion ?' I lack only the rep utalion of birth. Monsieur is goin'supply that. Ha, ha! I shall be nobje from tonight. 'Victor,' the artis', is condemn' to death. His threat shall be cut with his own razor. 'M. Beaucaire' " Here the vou£g man sprang to his feet, caught up the black wig, clapped into it a fice box from tho tablo and hurled it violently through the open dop. " 'M. Beaucaire' shall be choke' with his own dice box. Who is flie Phoenix to remain? What advantage have I not over other men of rank who are merely born to it ? I may choose my own. No! Chfeose for me, monsieur. Shall Ibe chevalier, comte, vicomte, mar qua—what? None. Out of compliment, to monsieur can I wish to be anything he is not ? No, no! I shall be M. le Due, M. le Due de—■ de Chateaurien. Ha, ha! ®You see? You are my confrere." »M. Beaucaire trod a dainty step or two, waving his hand politely tojhe duke, as though in invitation tVjoin the celebration of his rank. ran "'M. BEAUCAIRE' SHALL BE CHOKE 1 WITH HIS OWN DICE BOX." Tla Englishman watched, his eye still and harsh, already gathering in critines* Beaucaire stopped suddenly. "But how I forget my age! Lan twenty-three," he said, with a sigh. "I rejoice too much to be of the quality. It has been too great for me, and I had always belief' myjelf free of such ambition. I thought it was enough to behol' the opera without wishing to sing; but no, England have teach' me I hags thoee vulgar desire'. Monsieur, I am goia' tell you a secret. Th| ladies of your country are very diff'runt than ours. One may the demoiselle, one must worship the lady of England. Our Indites have the—it is the beauty of youth. Yours remain comely at thirty Ours are flowers. Yours are stars 1 See, I betray myself, I S a patriot. And there is one among these stars —ah, yes, yis one—the poor Frenchman has observe' from his humble dis- there he could bask in the glowing!" M. Beaucaire turi|e3 to the window and looked out into the dark. He did not see the flights of the town. When he turned again he had half forgotten hisUkrisoner. .Other pictures were beforo him. wliat radiance!" he cried. "Those people up over the sky, thefl want to show they wish the earth to be happy, so they smile and mff 3 this lady. Qold haired, an angel of heaven, and yet a Diana of thetchase! I see her flv by me on her great horse one day. She tonah his ma&e with her fingers. I buy that clipping from the groom. I- hßrs it here with my dear brother's picture. Ah, you!-. Oh, yes, voiMaugh! What do you know) 'Twas all I could got. But I have THE OANBURY REPORTER. heard of the endeavor of M. le Duo to recoup his fortunes. This alli ance shall fail. It is not the way —that heritage shall be safe' from liim! It is you and me, monsieur! You can laugh! The war is open , and by mo! There is one great step taken. Until tonight there was nothing for you to ruin. Tomorrow you hare got a noble of France—your own protege —to besiege and sack. And you are to lose, because you think such ruin easy and because you understand nothing—far less—of divinity. llow could you know? You have not the fiber. The heart of a lady is a blank to you. You know noth ing of the vibration. There are some words that were made only to tell of Lady Mary, for her alone—bellissima, divine, glorieuse! Ah, how I have watch' her! It is sad to me when I see her surround' by your yo'ng captains, your nobles, your rattles, your beaux —ha, ha!— and I mils' hoi' far aloof. It is sad for me, but oh, jus' to watch her and to wonJer! Strange it is, but I have almos' cry out with rapture at a look I have see' her give another man, so beautiful it was, so ten der, so dazzling of the eyes and so mirthful of the lips. Ah, divine coquetry! A look for another, ah-i-me, for many others! and even to you one day a rose, while I—l, monsieur, could not even be so blessed as to be the groun' beneath her little shoe! But tonight, monsieur —ha, ha !—tonight, monsieur, you and me, two princes, M. le Due de Wintersct and M. le Due de Chateaurien—ha, ha! You Bee? We are poin' arm in arm to that ball, and lam goin' have one of those looks~I! And a rose! I! It is time. But ten minute' monsieur. I make my apology to keep you waitin' so long while I go in the nex' room and execute my poor mustachio—that will be my only murder for jus' this one evening—and inves' myself in white satin. Ha, ha ! I shall bs very gran', monsieur. Francois, send Louis to me. Victor, to order two chairs for monsieur and me. W«* ar» coin' out in the worl' tonight 1" CHAPTER n. SHE chairmen swarmed in the street at Lady Mai bourne's door, where the joyous vulgar fought with muddled footmen and tipsy link boys for places of vantage whence to catch a glimpse of qualitv and of raiment at its itmost. Dawn was in the east, and the guests were departing. Singly or in pairs, glit tering in finery, they came mincing down the steps, the ghost of the night's smirk fading to jadedness as they sought the dark recesses of their chairs. From within sounded the twang of fid dles still swinging manfully at it, and the windows were bright with the light of many candles. When the door was flung open to call the chair of Lady Mary Carlisle there was an eager pressure of the throng to see. A small, fair gentleman in white satin came out upon the stops, turned and bowed before a lady who appeared in tho doorway, a lady whose roval loveliness was given to view for a moment in that glowing frame. The crowd sent up a hearty English cheer for tho beauty of Bath. The gentleman smiled upon them delightedly. "What enchanting people!" he cried. "Why did I not know, so I might have shout' with them ?" The lady noticed the people not at all. Whereat, being pleased, the people cheered again. Tho gentleman offered her his hand. She made a slow courtesy; placed the tips if her finger* naon his own. ''l am honored, M. de Chateaurien," she said. "So, no!" he cried earnestly. "Behol' a P oo ßfißS§ emperors should envy." Then reverently and \w| gallant oflico vibrant in every line of his light figißr; • satin and very grand, as he had prophesied, M. handed Lady Mary Carlisle down the steps, an ac|2 :1 figured in the ambitions of seven other gentlemen®?] THE CROWD SENT UP A HEARTY ENGLISH CHEER FOR TUB BEAUTY OF BATH "Am I to be lef' in such onhappiness ?" he said in a low voice. "That rose I have beg* for so long"— "Never!" said Lady Mary. "Ah, Ido not deserve it, I know so well! But"— "Never!" "It is the greatness of my onworthiness that alone can olaim your charity. Let your kin' heart give this little red rose, this great alma, to the poor beggar." "Never!" 'y, She was seated in the chair. - "Ah, give tio rote," he whiapered. Iler "beauty shone dazzlingly on him out of the dimness. "Never!" she flashed defiantly as she was closed in. "Never!" "Ah!" "Never!" The rose fell at his feet. "A rose lasts till morning," said a voice behind him. Turning, M. de Chateaurien looked beamingly upon the face of the Duke of Winterset. •' 'Tis already the daylight," ho replied, pointing to the east. "Monsieur, was it not enough honor for you to han' out madame, tho aunt of Lady Mary i Lady Rellerton retain' much trace of beauty. 'TH strange you did not up]>ear more happy." "The rose is of an unlucky color, I think," observed the duke. "The color of a blush, my brother." "Unlucky, I still maintain," said the other calmly. "The color of the veins of a Frenchman. Ha, ha!" cried the young man. "What price would be too high ? A rose is a rose! A it'>od night, my brother, a good night. I wish you dreams of roses, red roses, only beautiful red, red roses!" "Stay! Did you see the look she gave these street folk when they "hinted for her? Anil how are you higher than they, when she k'viws? As high as yonder horse boy!" "Red roses, my brother, only roses. I wish you dreams of red, r-v! rosea!" TO BE CONTINUED. INTERESTING TOfFARMERS. Mr. 1. G. Ross, Of Locust Hill Farm, One Of the County's Scientific Farmers, Tells Why He Doesn't Grow Tobacco. Locust Hill Farm, Sept, 23rd. Mr. Editor : I have received a letter asking trie wby I do not grow tobacco, and I wish to answer it through your paper, so if there should be anyone else that might wish to know, they could learn through your paper, and thereby save them the trouble and expense of writing me and also save me the same trouble and expense of answering it as it is very common thing for us to forget to furnish a stamp with our letters when we want information and write for it. My tirst reason is this : When our creator created this planet that we now inhabit he placed in it all the chemical elements that was to furnish plant food aud so arranged them that the inhabitants ciuld improve Jit and at the same time it would furnish them food and cloth ing out of it. Therefore, we should never plant anything that will not furnish food and clothing. All the plants that furnish clothing also furnish food. Take the cotton and the flax they both teed and clothe us. Every time we plant a plant of anything that does not 1 "-p, we are robbing our soil of the necessarv plant food JgenerHtions will need to feed themselves upon, le plant a plant of tobacco we are planting something ' ils nor clothes anything, and at the same time we have . > ipon our soil that is impoverishing it of the plant food ; n should use. It is making the father rich and the ' fle we are increasing our bank account we are losing jur bank accounts will be worth nothing to the rising h Lie if the plant food had remained in our soils, it would i Jbat it is a plant that belong to the savage, because it Aoved and kept in tide with civilization. Where it was „« w - - w** w "ered it could be used in its natural state, but today with the advance of civilization it has to be worked by the middle man, and he gets all the profits in it. Science has failed in every in stnnce where it has made any attempt to improve it. All that science has done or can do is to watch the diseases of the plant, and they are so fast that it is always a year behind. Mr. W. A. Petree, who is authority on the plant, has honor enough about him to tell you that science cannot improve the plant. All it does is to try to watch the diseases of the plant. My next is the influence it has on the health and morals of the peo ple who use it—the habitual use of it, especially in the young, tends i to decrease of bodily and mental vigor and a deficiency of the blood and palpitation of the heart. It is an admitted fact that a disease of the eye is caused by smoking and especially of the cigarette, and it is uncommon among the users of the strong black plug. My last is that it is not decent to use in any form that I have ever seen it and these are some of the reasons why Ido not grow the weed. And I hope my f ie*i 1 will be satisfied with my answer. I would be glid for him to give some of his reasons for growing it. Yours respectfully, I. G. ROSS. Parties Charged With Shooting John Fulp Discharged—fulp Improving. The trial of Will Wall, Joe Wall, Grady Pulliam and John Pleas Laalev was held before Justice Joel I. Blackburn near Walnut Cove last Thursday. They were charged with shooting John Fulp on Sat urdaj night, September 14th. As no evidence could be procured, the warrant was dismissed and the defendants discharged. The latest report from Fulp j# that he is rapidly getting well. It i» •apposed that he was not shot through the lung as was first reported. Page 7 ' if
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