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Show 1. THE PAYSON CHRONICLE. PAYSON, UTAH ? CHAPTER XIII Continued V4 Anita stood In front of me, catch Ing the lapels of my rout,'!) coat with dainty fragile fingers. She raised hei face and let me look Into the deep amber eyes. What I suw there made me catch my breath. I put my arms reverently around the slim sboul tiers, and held her for one brief, delicious Instant; while Neville studied Ms hoots and Bruglere looked out the window, Senorlta mla," I said, I am not worthy of your smallest thought." "lie Is not worthy, cried Bruglere; did you hear, Neville? We will be upon our way." Neville put his great arms around me. "Francois, we will he said, walk with thee tomorrow early." He turned toward La Anita, and, to Justl fy the tears In his eyes, said softly: "Some day 1 will have to tell his mother." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him "Adios," she whispered. We were alone In that gloomy cell with the agony of parting before us 1 took her In my arms. You did not come to see me In Cuernuvaca," I reproached her, softly. How could I? Had you not spumed me; had you not thrust me aside when I mentioned love to you: did you not say my loves were legion, and that I used my love for motives that were questionable? Ah Dios!" I had or rather Madrella had; and It was not In me to try to offer alibi now thut her cousin was dead. That cowardly piece of Indecision of mine had cost me dear. I could have saved I.estrange, could have prevented the stabbing of Lopes, and avoided my consequent odyssey. Yet you came to nty funeral, senorlta. You Aye." She smiled a little. were a beautiful dear memory, friend." And you loved me as a as a 1 wus unuble to proceed. As a what, Francois?" In Cuernnvaca I asked Bruglere Brugiere of the golden heart and he said: Dead, my dear Francois, you are a saint, and therefore greatly be loved; alive ah, Mon DIeu you are poison ! " She was silent. So," 1 continued, "you came to my funeral." Yes, Francois." "And I would ruther be a saint to you than poison. Now she raised her eyes to me again. In their sweet depths lay a light of understanding, of fear, of wonder. "You tricked me once most grievously, Francois, and gave m pride a lasting hurt. I had gone to your funeral; alive agnln you had saved me and my uncle and General Juarez In Cuernavaca." She pressed the soft brown curl3 against my I went to Cuernavaca to shoulder. live, Francois, so that I might be Dear your simple, unmarked grave In the little cemetery. Finch day I went Dp there and my soul called out for you." Now she wns sobbing softly. I I heard you," I said, helpless glory. Tomorrow, which would bring my death, was an unconsidered thing; the knowledge that she loved me would give me strength. One hour of life with Anita would pay for a thou sand deaths. She sighed. "Francois, I went to see Lopez." Yes?" How exquisite was her face I "He offered to sell uie your life? "Humph I" But the price he required Ah my sweet I "wus more than you would have me pay." Oh, God Just for one more day of life, to kill him; Just to get my fingers "Never mind, Francois; I think I put a hurt Into his soul. When we Spaniards love or hute nothing In life Is as great as thut love or that hate. If Colonel Lopez goes through this night without committing some act of fearful folly I do not know the Spanish mind. Whatever he does, my sweet, can never take this hour away from me; you have brought a Joy Into my life that shall live forever; the very an gels shuIl envy me my happiness." She traced, with a dainty forefinger, the deep lines that had come Into my face, a mist of tears In her eyes. "How old are you, Francois? Twenty eight. And lines of pain In your face . and the thoughts of deep soli . tudes, and mental anguish, and hardAh ship, and bitter disappointment dear heart, you have suffered!" "In eight months I have lived a thousand years; I have been an old man and now I have come hack to second childhood again." I laughed. Yon have, at least, lost those awful bruises on your face. Do you re member, Francois, that you tore up the puss of Juarez and gave me Pub los life again?" I nodded, and she continued: The sun was Just going down; and I kissed you because I loved you. be cause you knew how to sacrifice, he cause you were great In forgiveness I never forgot I hose bruises, dear be cause your face Is good to look at I saw the love in your e.ves that day. and the thought of it has made me very happy. Those bruises Francois were were . . . Why, Francois your face! What, my sweet my darling . . Is aught ? Mother of 0 d, Francois! Your face ?" I touched It with questioning fin Is anything wrong with It. gers. am desolated, foi It Anita? If so Is all I have." "The man who killed .estrange, and stabbed Colonel Lopez, had no bruises on his face." Now my eyes sought the floor, for could not look upon her unhappl 1 ness. "You not tell me Francois. Pablo was dead," said L "and we mny not" She came Into my arms again; sob hlng, with laughter on her lips, and laughing, with tears In her eyes. "Bruglere of the golden heart has said you are a man!" Bruglere Is generous." And you did not scoff at my love, Francois, nor thrust me away from you. nor nor question? Of course uoL" Kiss me kiss me. and hold me; hold nie close to you, for we have so short a time!" So I held her while the sobs that hud shaken her frail body subsided . In my e.ves, Francois, and again. Fallen Empire to the window and looked studied the stars, and won derod which was the star of rn.v luck and what I had done thus to have lost Its favor. They seemed so nenr to me, so very near Indeed the twinkling mantle of the stars nnd the wide blue ureh of heaven so very near to me. The graceful outlines of the con vent of La Cruz stenciled a prettv Windows picture against the sky were alight; I wondered which I visioned the vast "epjiratlons for tomorrows flight .hey would leave me leave my body had done no wrong. dangling. Yet I had given nil my majority to rny had commit ted no crime count iv ; against the Empire. I had served Inithfully. and for that service I now faced the noose. There had nevei been a need tor me to serve, for the extensive De Vigny estate was vvorlt n fortune. Yet, because ot my love of service to tny country, I was hero What was It Madrella had said' "The gilt on the - emperors crown grows thin" And now his majesty forsaken by the powerful friends In Europe who had sent him here planned a last desperate dash to free doin. And La Anita had prophesied that Maximilian would face a filing squad, that the people of Mexico would rise up nnd crush him. Could such a thing be; could un etnperot fail; ould an empire fall? I found the crude uncomfortable lied nnd stretched tny weary hotly a upon it. where I lay, passing oeuiit otiselous stupor to a troubled went I I My Life. Finally she raised her face, smiling again. "Do ou love me. Francois? "An my sweet- - there are not woids I Then may I drink with thee? "Assuredly." 1 filled two glasses nnd gave her one; and, holding It, she turned toCun vou see La ward the window. Cruz from liete. Francois the great convent where Maximilian has hi hcnihpmi'ters? I approached the barred window anil pointed ft ward the graceful Innk of Hie beautiful convent that steed out against the deep blue sky with its tiny points ot tight "There It Is dear heart; hail I five minutes vv'th should he saved lie tils mil lesty loved me. mid I think he would un do'stnnd " But she had stayed beside the table ami I left the window and came tank 1 d sleep. I siiw again In dreamy retrospect the sweet Carlottn. empress of Me ico. every Inch a glorious queen; and I saw his majesty-- , the handsome llapslnirg, who with Ids great, grace fid height and Ids golden hair mid beard looked more like a Norse gml than a man I saw the smiling, evul cal face of Madrella the face ef myself as well lie spoke to me: ". lint you inert he preserved for a less kind fate, for the noose awaits you.' Quite well, and under nominal guard at La Cruz. Then the emperor had failed. th Empire had fallen. Ah the glory and the pity of it all. I dropped beside the table aud put my arms upon It and my head upon my arms, and I cried as I had not cried In twenty years. And Anita bent over me, and clasped her loving arms around me. "Francois," she said, 1 love thee. My brave Francois, who Is so strong and so weak; so courageous and so timid; who Is so deep and fine and so simple. Do not yon see, dear heart, that this will give you life? But life was a small thing com pared to an empire. Now I felt the hand of Escobedo on my shoulder. He was Aflitns uncle, and doubtless loved her very dearly; he could not, therefore, have been devoid of tender feelings toward the man upon Lots of folks who think they Lava whom Anita had bestowed the bless Indigestion" have only an acid condiIng of her love. be corrected ln five Does a great, strong, brave man. tion which could An effective anti-aci- d minutes. ten or Francois," she continued, cry? like Phillips Milk of Magnesia soon The greater they are, Anita mla," restores digestion to normal said Escobedo, and the braver and Phillips does away with all that easier the stronger the they cry sourness and gas right after meals. It And the fall of an empire Is a thing so apt to occur distress the prevents to cry over; but there should be, ln two hours after eating. What a pleasour hearts, some quickening of Joy ant preparation to take I And how In the birth of a new republic. When it is for the system! Unlike a one nation dies another one Is born." good dose of soda which Is but burning I got to my feet and extended a relief at best Phillips temporary hand toward her uncle. When I was Milk of Magnesia neutralizes many a soldier of the Empire, General, I times its volume in acid. ployed a base trick upon you and Next time a hearty meal, or too rich General Juarez. a diet has brought on the least disHe smiled. A very clever trick In- comfort, try deed. senor; and, had It not been for your act of reckless daring In Cuernavaca and a few tears from the Irresistible Anita your life should have paid for It As it Is I think the new republic has gained a stalwart." I InWhat of Colonel Lopez? quired. We use him," said Escobedo slow s Advocata Coxey ly, and kick him out just as we of the unhis led When army would any other dog. Lopez Is done Coxey And and Maximilian, senor?" I employed to Washington, he was was afraid, for his majesty had worth $1,000,000 or more. He was parin good roads, and signed death warrants for many Mex- ticularly Interested had its the inception ln his army treatment ican patriots; and Mexicos belief that the roads should be Imin the past of deposed, ambitious rul ers had been most severe. proved throughout the country as a means of furnishing work for the unMaxEscobedos voice was grim: lie has lived to see a memployed. imilian's life Is forfeit. When ambition calls, senor, we answer; nnd we iraculous change in Ihe highways of the United States. follow that lure until we have attained our goal or until death shall stop us. He has missed his goal, nnd only death mny put an end to strivA Household Remedy Juarez Is just but hard and ing. For External Use Only the welfare of his people Is his life. I do not think the world can blame Hanfords us." Death for the Norse god, death for Hone tick for tint bettio If cot tultel til dealer. the kindly dreamer who had given his best, whose soldiers had loved him. whose people had forsaken him! Mon Butterfly 5,000 Feet Up Dieu failure I The Empire had For the entomologist Mount Washreached a miserable ending; the cur ington has long been a favorite collecttain that was falling upon Its closing ing ground, says Nature Magazine. scene was a pall of death. Passing through rich Canadian fauna Yet I had gained life and love; at the base, where the natural condibut my heart was heavy, for the tions have been practically undisfavor of Maximilian had been a rich turbed, we enter near the timber line Is It permissible blessing to me. where tn August are the general, that I see his majesty? He found the mountain fritillnry and the has been an elder brother to me." wingless grasshopper, two of the more Anila turned to her uncle. May striking species of this zone At an we both go and see him and tell him elevation of above 5,000 feet we reach we are sorry? For I stood before the home of the White Mountain but him once defiant nnd prophesied terfly. this thing. I would go before him now humble and tell him that I am Neatly Turned sorry. She (fishing for compliments) How Ah, how sweet an angel this lady old do you think I am? who had given me her iove! He (the diplomat) You dont look Escobedo. said "Assuredly, it. WhenFood Sours PHILLIPS Milk , . of Magnesia Good-Road- only I Happiness Had Come to Me at Last, Happiness Never Dreamed Of In g worship that for you. That to me. So she left me, but. long after the sounds of their going had died away. I heard a voice which might have been the voice of an nngel calling: Francois. "Francois Madrella was dead dead by my own hands yet be bad prepared the noose for me. 1 saw Pasqual and his lovely little Dolores, and I wondered If they knew where 1 had gone. Through all these pictures came and went, like a the figure and the face of La Anita, and her amber eyes were fathomless wells of love, and her red Ups were smiling, and the slim bands beckoned to me. And, doubtless because of my fear Liberal lines, of the rny dream went back to the emperor, who hdd loved me, and who before I had failed so miserably had trusted me. He was all alone standing alone and the bare encircling hills of Queretaro cut the sky behind him. men He faced a squad of dark-facewith guns, who stood solemn, silent awaiting an order. They raised their weapons and I saw the spurting streams of flame. The great figure crumpled, half rose, fell, aud lay still. Mon Dieu they had killed him I I cried out In my agony: The Emperor they have killed blml They have 1" The vivid horror of that dream brought uie to sudden, startled wake I Iny trembling, thanking fulness. God that It had been only a dream. A beam of sunlight, entering the barred window, shone full on ray face. a dear one?" She shook her hend. "No, Francois; long ugo you taught me love, nnd forgiveness; now you teach me courage. The guard comes I hear his footsteps Kiss me, kiss me, Francois nnd hold me to your heart again I" When the guard reached the door of my cell lie found her standing straight and slim, all sweet composure, with a brave smile on her lovely face and a fragile hand held out I 1 1 find will hold my soul love for you has given me courage. has caused rue to do things that made you love me; It will not permit me to do the thing that might lead the world to call me coward. We must face bravely smiling what be falls; It Is our heritage." "Francois, I shall come each day and my soul will call to you. You will hear, dear heart, will you not?" Just as I have heard you always, I In so shall I hear you again. dicated the glass of poisoned wine "There will be no more of of this, out . I will for you, only A 1 . you love CHAPTER XIV In my misery. She lifted her face and kissed the shining eyes, the tender tremulous lips, and pressed my face against the soft hair. Happiness had come to me at last, a happiness never dreamed of In my life. "1 have loved you, Francois, she whispered, since that hour when you stood up before the pistol ot my cousin; and then when yon gave me Lis life ah Fear seized me consternation, horror. What wns she saying? When I Lad given her the life of her cousin . . . and had taken Madrellas life. Tne same hand that now wn ressed the glorious curls had held Ler cousins throat until he died Could I tell her; could I hear to lose Ler? I must tell her. "It was I who killed your cousin senorlta not the Indian. Pasqual I must tell you this, though It breaks my heart to do It." She smiled Info my eyes. "1 love you for your courage, Francois; such courage ns you possess Is a gift few men have had. Lieutenant Bruglere told me only this afternoon." Did tie tell you anything else? 1 wns sorry hut he had not told her &t Madrella s masquerade. "Nothing else, Francois Poor Bab lo! I think, when we love, we are Dot quite sane. Love Is a madness tune been end Pablo wns mad. unconsciously, an Instrument In tils death; and and you should have been brothers, you and Pablo." There wus a long silence, a silence In which I hardly breathed because of iny happiness. La Anita lovely I La Anita lay against my heart could hear her soft breathing, and J caught the faint elusive fragrance pf her hair. I had dreamed ot this Xfl my tieair had been a golden to her. Ste held her glass of wine little, with fingers that trembled ami she looked at It with a strange mixture of fear and hope and Indecision In her eyes. You will remember, Francois, my own, that I have loved you? My nngel I Her eyes were smiling, Then and her lip unconsciously, I believe formed one word : Adios 1" Now, even as her dainty mouth touched the glass, I stretched forth a hand swiflly and caught her wrist. Why, I do not know, unless It be that our love was so deep a thing A that I could read her thought. hurt, frightened look came Into her eyes. Please, Francois," she cried "let me drink. "No, dear heart." "A Spaniards love, Francois, Is all there is In life. I cannot live without you. Let me drink let me drink and hold me; let me feel your arms around me while I die, let me look Into your face. No, my sweet." She clung to me. "You must, Francois; the world will die with you: may 1 not die also? This beautiful world holds much for thee. Anita mla ; time "Time will stop, Francois, tomorrow. Let us both drink ; there Is more than sufficient to kill two of us. It Is swift nnd painless. We will drluk, Francois, then yon will take me In your arms and we will put ou lips together, and so I cannot be so great a coward." 1 covered her sweet mouth with kisses; I held the slim trembling form close to me. I tried to reason with her and came to a wall of blank despair. My love, compared to hers, was a puny selfish thing. 1 My sweet, cried, "we canno commit this act of madness. You are and beautiful beyond com young pare. Time will heal the scars The scars are In my soul, F'ran cols, and time will only add to my unhappiness. Holding the sweetly pointed chin I raised the exquisite face until she must, perforce, look straight inter rny Look at me, Anita mla ; eyes. Now They Were Coming, Coming Take Me Out and Hang Me. to got to my feet Jowly, aud looked nround, surprised to find familiar things. The night had gone and with It half the morning, for the sun was I How quiet was the world. high. looked out. The convent of La Cruz was still there, and the bare encircling hills ns well. Had they forgotten me, or were they merely waiting? Was this a scheme of Colonel Lopez: to wnit nnd wait letting my hopes run high? It was such a thing as he might do While I stood, half dazed and won dering, I heard a deep voice and the sound of footsteps In the narrow corridor. Now they were coming, coming to take me out and hung me What was it Madrella had said? We men wiggle a vast tall, deal on the end of a rope." Thnt was it I waited. Courage that was all I would show them how I needed; to die! So. with eyes upon the floot I wnited. A key scraped In the lock, a grufi order In Spanish, the guard's reply, and the door swung open. floated Into the eell, a vision in gold en tan. with a halo of hair the colot of desert smoke, with sparkling, am tier e.ves, nnd red. red lips that fash ioned my name, with soft warm arm thnt went round my neck. Francois." she cried, "Francois, I long-legge- my dear! Have I dled. dear heart and are I have seen you' an angel? All night Surh sublime loveliness ennnot you. tie real I Put your arms around me, Fran eol3; does an angel feel like that? Would the hiss of an angel seem like this? Ilnw beautiful you are, Anita Yet the morning Is gone, my sweet and they" Will never come, Francois." She I loosed tne so that I might look upon her and who had come with her. "In "General Escobedo!" I cried the name of God, senor, how came yon here here within the lines of the Empire?" There Is no Empire, Captain VIg ny." he said. Am I still In the land of dreams senor?" "We hold the town of Queretaro and the garrison ns well as La Grux. We have taken all. heard no shot, no firing "But Pan an army take a city and a gar rlson without a fight? There are ten thousand soldiers of the Empire Have they have they In Queretaro. gone?" he said They have not gone, slowly. And you huve taken all. with no fighting, no casualties? "One." lie smiled a little. "On casualty; a man has died and n tral tor hn9 been horn. A garrison, senor the heart of which Is bail, ennnot sur 1 vhe." Lopez." I whispered Yes. senor; Lopez, awed. lie has de llvered tnto our hands under covet of the night, the city, the garrison Ln Ortiz, nnd the terson of the em peror The Empire Is dead." And the emperor, general-- he ts- -r Balsam of Myrrh e We found him, that beautiful May morning. In a vast sunlit chamber of the convent. He sat at a walnut table, his handsome face turned to ward an opened window which offered a view of the hare brown hills; nnd In Ids deep blue eyes Iny an expression of hopeless resignation. Doctor Bnrtseh was with him. The doctor caught my hand. Captain. he Frnnrois . . . after whispered, You come back oil these months! to us from the grave." "Aye, from the grave Indeed. said I; nnd I bring an angel with me. I have lie bowed over her hand. seen the sennrila often, but have never had the honor He led us to the emperor, who. recognizing the senorlta. got to his feet, lie extended a hand and she took P Your majesty. in both her own. she w hispered. He smiled at her. though his fine eyes held a haunting hurt. "Senorlta. heboid the fulfillment of your prophecy I" Now sobbing softly, she went to her knees hefore him. Ah, your would your majesty I majesty, not " She stopped, nnd he put his hand as In benediction, on her head. The gracious Indy who had stood, defiant nnd unafraid, hefore the mighty Mas Imiliati had heroine now that lie was broken, helpless, facing alone the great tragedy of death all gentle hn millty. all tenderness, all syveet and womanly sympathy. We united, nnd while we waited Maximilian looked at me. In his eyes found the old love, the old friendliness, the old trust. I was very hnppy. Maximilian found my hand and took It In a warm firm clasp. Lieutenant Neville nnd the Belgian lad. Brugiere. have been here, Francois; and they told me a moving tale of failh and devotion nnd courage and hardship: a tale that made me love thee very much." "They have been good friends to me. your majesty. our falthfui We tune treated Blade of Picardy badly," satrt Maxi have the harpy mitian softly, yet compilation, Francois, of knowing that, although yeu may tune lost an empiie and an emperor, you have surely gained a queen." 1 1 Cl ILK Denver Boy is a Winner Every mother real- izes how important it is to teach children good habits of coti duet but many Jr them fail to realize the importance of teaching their children good bowel habits until the poisons from decaying waste held too long in the system have begun to affect the child's health. Watch your child and at the first sign of constipation, give him a little California Fig Syrup. 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