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COPYRIGHT BY AMERICAN PRE33 ASSOCIATION, 1801. CHAPTER X. Atorrzo oAUOIA. "Ami ihis is yourjlrst visit to America?" Tom Bannick and his wife soon moved into their new quarters, and Mrs. Raven and Olympia accompanied them. Olympia, indeed, had felt somewhat sensitive about keeping up such intimate relations with people now grown wwilthy, but she yielded to the Buniricks' obviously sincere protestations. Besides, the price given for her pictures by Count de Lisle and his promise to order another made her feel almost rich herself. One morning while she was painting in the little room set apart for her studio, and her mother and Mrs. Bannick were out shopping, the Count de Lisle's card was brought in to her. "He's come to give mo the order!" she said to herself, and reflecting that it would be businesslike to receive him in her studio, palette in hand, she bade the servant conduct him in. He presently appeared, filling up the doorway with his tall, military figure. Olympia, rising, glanced at his yellow, upright hair, his shining eyeglasses, and his short, pointed beard, and feared she would find him tiresome. But ho had been so good to her friends and herself, and rumor made him out so extraordinary a personage, that she was disposed to make the most of any promising traits he might display. "I interrupt yon at your work?" said he, bowing, and looking so very French, and witn BO marked a French accent, that Olympia unconsciously replied to him in the Gallic tongue, which she spoke really as well as her own. "Mais non, monsieur," said she; "vous ns m'incommode pas le moirs du monde; Apropos, c'est de mori ouvrage que nous .avous a causer, restu pas?" This evidently pleased the count very much, and put him completely at his ease. He sa't down on the little sofa in the window. Olympia remained at her easel, » but laid away her palette and brushes, and they were soon chatting together in the language of Paris with the freedom and vivacity of old acquaintances. Olympia did not find the count the stiff and rather portentous being that she had pictured him from Tom's description. "And is this your first visit to America?" she inquired at length. "I feel already so much at home that I can hardly think it is my first," lie replied, "and I am nearly decided to .make this rny home. France is not, or ever will be, the France she was." "Then, you are an imperialist? But we have no emperors here!" •: "Frenchmen are not like Americans; they need the strong hand. The De Lisles were Frenchmen generations before the first Napoleon left Corsica. They were monarchists; but at present there is still less hope for the king than for the , emperor, As for me, I was with Napoleon during the war with Germany, and I owe Mm much." "You knew Napoleon himself? Did you like him?" ' 'I owe him much," repeated the count. '.'I cannot criticise him. Ho was a great adventurer, and he conquered fortune for a time." "But what did he do especially for you?" "Well," said the count, hesitating a little, "he gave me the Cross of the Legion, and he gave me my title. My father was a plain gentleman," "What had you done to win the cross?" The count smiled. "I was not a great soldier," he said, "but I had good luck. Opportunities came in my way. You remember that Bazaine fought at the battle of Gravelotte, near Metz, on the eighteenth of August." Olyinpia nodded. "And he shut himself up in Metz the same night!" "Yes; I see you are not ignorant of these things. Well, then, he wished to send news to MacMahou, who was somewhere to the west of us—it might be fifty miles or it might be a hundred. It waa really a hundred, as it turned out, for I found hijn at Rheims, and I lost another thirty miles by wandering." ,"You bore the dispatches from Bazaine to MacMahon, then?" "I did,.and I had an unpleasant time , of it. My first horse was killed; my second was drowned; I was myself wounded slightly in the leg and in the arm with one thing and another. I was three 4ays on the road. I reached MacMahon's camp o» the twenty-seooa<3l pretty tired. I handed in nty dispatches. Napoleon pnd the marshal were in the room together, MitcMahQU questf(jne4103,6,. The route. I said that I did not believe he would succeed. The enemy were too strong and were constantly re-anforced. Napoleon lifsfjned and kept his eyes on me. "What should we do, then, Mr. de Lisle?" ho asked mo. "March to save Pari B at once P I said. Napoleon glanced at Mac-Million and nodded. But, as I learned later, the minister of war in Paris had sent orders to move on Metz; MacMahon hesitated; Napoleon, who wag ill, would not decide, and in tho end, as no doiibt you remember, mademoiselle, wo set out for the Mouse. It was when that order was given that France waa defeated. Sedan wag merely the corollary. "And were you at Sedan also?" " Yes; I saw the end. When MacMahon got his wound it waa still early in the morning; he gave his command to Ducrot, who was in his right senses, and perceived that our only hope was to break through to the westward and gain Mezieres. But the French were doomed. DeWimpffen, who had been appointed MacMahon's contingent successor by orders from Paris, was mad enough to not only countermand Ducrot's orders, but to prepare to pierce the enemy's lines to the eastward and march for Metz. You may imagine, mademoiselle, the confusion. It soon became consternation, and. with some, panic. Meanwhile the Germans encircled us; from the surrounding hills their cannon played on us, converging. Wo could do nothing; what wo could we tried. In the morning I had, at Napoleon's request, headed our line at Daigny, and held it for two hours, and later, when Douay at last gave way before the Fifth arid 1 Eleventh corps at Floring and. we were all being driven in upon our center, I joined in the charges of our Seventh cavalry, and I believe it was there that I won the cross. At any rate, I was pretty badly hurt there, and late in tho afternoon, while I lay inside the fortress, listening to the cannon and wondering if any one would be left alive by morning, the emperor came in. "He looked as if he had been wounded to death himself; and so he had, though not by sword or bullet. His heart and spirit were broken. But he saluted me courteously, and snid: 'We are ruined, M. de Lisle. I am about to order the white flag to be hoisted. But I wish to say to you that it is not your fault that France falls today. You saw the remedy, and urged it; you have also exposed your life like a brave man, and in a manner to effect the best results. You have done well, and I thank you. In an hour I shall cease to be emperor; "meanwhile, let me bestow upon you what is in my power to bestow.' He then gave me the cross from his breast, and put in my hand a folded paper—the patent of nobility. 'I have observed your conduct,' he said, 'and provided this recognition of it. Had destiny been kind to us you should have been great in France.'" "It was very nice of him," remarked Olympia. "No wonder you like such a man," "I entreated him to America," continued the count, "and offered to undertake to bring him here. I said: 'When these troubles are over France will ask for you again. 1 But he answered that it was too late. 'France will never forgive me this defeat,' he said; 'and, besides, I ani a dying man. I once thought there might be a future for me and had taken steps to assure it. But all that is past hope., I shall retire to England. Do you go to America, if you will, and seek the fortune that I have lost.' Other things lie told me; among them secrets known only to himself. But I weary you, mademoiselle, with so long a story." But Olympia had been deeply interested. Beneath an outward quietude of speech and manner there was in Count de Lisle a suppressed fire and emphasis that fascinated the attention and summoned pictures before the imagination. Fixing her eyes upon his strong, reserved features Olympia wondered at the attraction he had for her. And again, when she looked away, she had a notion that he was somehow less a stranger than he appeared. Some natures exercise a mutual magnetism over each other, so that when they meet it is as if they had known each other before. Olyrnpia's fine organization made her susceptible to impressions that had no existence for ordinary people. The effect, in this instance, was to incline her to reserve. A young maiden instinctively resists whatever threatens to subdue her, and, moreover, in Olyrnpia's memory, the figure of Keppel Darke remained as something sacred, not to be disturbed, "How shall you amuse yourself in New York?" she asked, breaking a short silence. "I have made some plans," he said; "but the first thing is to make . the acquaintance of the people. That I must do quickly, for this winter I mean to give a ball at my new house, and every one who is anybody must be there. After that I shall be at home and can attend to my own business. I am goin" to build a school of art." Olympia immediately forgot her hesitations. "That's good news!" she exclaimed. "There is nothing I could desire more. But what will be the plan of it?" "I knew you were fond of art," observed the count, looking curiously at her. "I will not say your little pictures are beyond criticism, but there is something in them that I like, and that renders them very valuable to me. But J didn't know that your interest in the advancement of art lay so near your heart." "I once had a very dear friend who was an artist, and I was thinking more of him than of myself." She drew a, sighing breath, but did not blush. "J can imagine what ae would have wished, and I should be glad to see it done." "This friend—is not now living?" said the count gently. "He died nearly three years ago." "And you still third? of Uun and wish to gee his dreams realised?*' The count spofce these words in an rather as if sowxauning fulfilling the desires of one who was dear to you." She had listened with rising color and sparkling eyes. "It would bo glorious!" Bhe cried, pressing her hands together. "But can it be done?" "Many a poorer man than I could do as much as this," he replied. "There is capital enough in this country engaged In spreading industries and developing resources. Civilization can spare me what I need for this hobby of mine; and perhaps a future generation will think me less unwise than the present one." ^Tho count had become moved beyond his wont by the train of thought he was indulging, and had risen from his chair, and was pacing up and down the room. At this juncture his attention happened to be attracted to a portrait that hung in an alcove at the left of the window. It was an admirable likeness of Olympia herself. "Ahl'^he exclaimed, stopping short. He remained silent and motionless for several moments, but finally said, in an indifferent tone: "That is a good work. Is it your own?" "Oh, no. I cannot paint like that," she replied. "That was painted by my friend, the artist. It was the last thing ho did before his death." "A good work," repeated the count. "Are you willing to dispose of it? You can name your own price for it. Frankly, I have taken a fancy to it." "I cannot sell it," said Olympia. "It is tho most precious thing to me in the world." The count continued to look at the portrait, but his face slowly reddened. "You will pardon me, mademoiselle," ho said in a low voice. "I had not supposed that you had"—he hesitated— "that you had consecrated yourself to a memory. Our friends are dear to us 'while they remain with us—we love them—but when they are gone, and years have passed since their departure, the sentiment becomes less controlling. It is three years, you say, since this man died. May I say that it seema to have been a remarkable friendship?" "It was not a common friendship, Count de Lisle, and there was never any one like Keppel Darke. If you knew what he" "Keppel Darke!" interrupted the count. "I have heard the name. Yes, it was your friend Mr. Bannick who spoke of him. A sad story, indeed. He lolled Harry Trent, an old acquaintance of my own. And you were his friend, mademoiselle? I can see that he possessed talent, but that he deserved your regard that seems strange!" "Count de Lisle," said Olympia, rising up in angry indignation which she found it hard to control, "you don't know what you are saying, and that is your only excuse. Keppel Darke died an innocent man. He was not my friend only; I loved him. I told him so when I last saw him, and if he were alive I should be now his wife. That portrait is the last thing he painted, it is the only thing of his that is left to me. Do you think I would part with it? But you did not know or you would not have dared to speak so!" The Count de Lisle listened with his head bent, and without answering he moved to the window and stood looking out. After a while he turned and leaned with his back against the sill. . "Mademoiselle," he said, "I am glad to believe that Keppel Darke was innocent. I do believe it, for I am sure that you could not have loved a man who was capable of such a crime; but Mr. Bannick told me he was not executed. Are you certain that he is dead?" "His body was found chained to the officer who was taking him to prison. Oh, if there were any doubt!" She pressed her hands together and her lips trembled. "Of course there can be nope. But had he lived you would have been his wife?" She covered her face with her hands, and then dropped into her chair and leaned her head against the back of it. The count stood looking down at her. He took off his eyeglasses, and his powerful dark eyes were bent upon her with an intense expression. His lips were parted as if to speak. But at that moment a sound of voices was audible in an adjoining room. Mrs. Baninck and Mrs, Raven had returned from their shopping expedition. The count recovered himself in an instant. "I will do myself the honor to call again, Miss Raven," he said. "Forgive me for having disturbed you. I hope you will think of me as your friend." And then, as the ladies opened the door, he bowed to them silently and ceremoniously and went out. ****** His carriage, with two horses, was standing before the door. As the count emerged from the house on the sidewalk there was a singular bright and triumphant expression on his face, as if some remarkable happiness had befallen him. An undersized man of dark complexion, with a black stubble of beard on his face and wearing a ragged coat and a derby hat rusty with age and two sizes too big for him, was shambling along the sidewalk in a pair of boots that were not mates. As the Count de Lisle approached his carriage the dingy wreck of civilization sprang to open tho carriage door, having determined at a glance that the count was not only able to afford him a quarter, but was in the right humor to do so. The count looked at the man as he stood ducking and scraping, with his hat in his hand, and pausing, he put his fingers in his waistcoat pocket. There was nothing there but bank notes. The count next tried the pocket of his trousers, but millionaires suffer iron* inconveniences, as other folks do, though of a, different kind. He pulled out, not silver, but only a handful of gold." "I am sorry," he said to the man; "I have nothing but a ten dollar piece." "That's better than nothing, captain!" the man returned, with a ludicrous affectation of maguanjraity. The count suailsd in recognition, of the f orlora bit of humor «pd threw tbs QS%S I j$to the hat, The caused it to disappear. "My thanks, captain," he said. "Another time I will do as much for you!" Just then there was a roar and a rush, and a clanging of bells and snorting of steam sweeping across the head of the road, a couple of rods off. It was a fire engine, galloping headlong to its destination toward the eastern water front". The count's horses were spirited creatures, and not as yet thoroughly broken in to New York customs. They made a spring, reared, and sprang again to get away. The coachman braced himself, but felt that ho could not control them. The count, who had placed one foot upon the step, withdrew it just in time to escape being knocked down by the forward lurch of the carriage. But the shabby man was enterprising in more ways than in collecting eleemosynary eagles. He jumped nimbly to the heads of the horses and caught at the bits. He might have been succesf ul in stopping them but that his hat, being too large, was in some way jerked off his head, and fell upon the nose of the off horse, who tossed it up in the air, and having got to the end o£ his endurance made a desperate plunge. The pole of the carriage struck the man on the left shoulder, swinging him round toward the right. He still clung to the reins with his right hand, but he was being dragged before the near horse, and after a moment or two his hold slipped, and he fell on his back with his head toward the curb. The wheels passed over his legs below the knee, and his left leg was broken. Meantime a policeman had come up, and contrived to stop the horses, and Count de Lisle stooped over the fallen man. "Are you badly hurt?" ho asked him. "Ono leg gone, captain. Shouldn't mind if I had a carriage of my own; but, being as it is, it's inconvenient." "I'll call an ambulance, sir," said the policeman to Lisle. "These fellers is always gettin' in tho way. Serves him right!" "Got my ten dollars all the same, Bobby dear," murmured the crippled man. "My carriage is not an ambulance," said the count to the man; "but if you think you can stand it I'll drive you to my own house. You can be looked after as well as if you were at the hospital." "Never mind about the ambulance, Bobby," said the man; "this gentleman and I will manage for ourselves. Don't get in the way, my good fellow! Now, captain, I am at your service!" He was lifted into the carriage, and his leg supported on a bundle of carriage rugs. The count took his seat beside him, and they set out. The pavements were New York pavements, and did their best to add to the torture of the sufferer; but the carriage had wonderful springs, so elastic that their progress seemed more like sailing than driving. "And where might your residence be, if I may be so bold as to inquire, captain?" said the man, in an interval between two grunts of pain. The count mentioned its situation. •"Bless me!" exclaimed the other. ''Not really! Well, well! So the old house is to have an occupant at last! Well, I declare!" "You appear to have been familiar with it?" said the count, amused. "In a measure, yes. I knew Harry Trent well—very well. He built that house to live in—as he thought; but instead of living in it he was murdered in it. Mysterious, captain, the ways of Providence! Poor old Harry! Friend of yours, sir?" "I have met him. Who are you?" "Alonzo Garcia is my name, captain. Sounds Italian, doesn't it? Well, I am of foreign extraction. Since my business connection with Trent was severed by his decease I have met with some reverses, financial and other." "What caused them?" "Now there is a curious point!" ventured the other; "very qurious to one who is interested in the vicissitudes of life. The person directly influential in causing my disaster was the woman formerly known as Sally Matchin, but now as the widow of this same Harry Trent. That fascinating but fatal woman, captain, put me in jail on a baseless charge, and I only got out a week ago. I was the best friend she ever had, and she used me for all she thought I was worth. But I am. a free man again now, and only one leg gone. I think the other may yet do me to get up with Mrs. Sally and recall myself to her recollection. Ah! here we are." "Alonzo Garcia!" said the count to himself, as he followed the servants who were carrying the cripple into the house. "Have I ever heard of him before? I shouldn't wonder if I might make some use of him." (To be Continued.) RJLEY & YOUNQ'S Combination SLAT and WIRE FENCE, . it Is a fence for open countii«*s, for it cannot be blown down. It is tho fence for low lands, font cannot lie washed awiiy. It destroys no ground whatever, and if beauty IIP considered an advantage, it is Un< iicntcst, HIH! handsomest farm fence in the world. In slum, it combines the good qualities of a!l fence's in an eminent degree, and as soon ax Introduced will become the popular fence of tlw country. It is beautiful and durable. It is strong and will increase the price of your farm far more than any other fence. It will last iitut'I) longer than any other leuce, ]t ix a prosit addition, occupies less ground, excludes less simshlun, has no 8ii|>i.T- lortuifctfijic*. It is stronger than any other fence (ut(J will Inni iiuy stock no matter how timid!y. a is plainly visible and is not dan- m'o,us$98tovjk like barb wire. The best horse fence 1« jiiG Hodil. It will protect all crops i chicken toawUdox. Itis , and by coMijjarisou of oo*f est, Ke ' 1 »»< .•$ The Big Show Coining to Algona This Year I. S •' ;. C.I Great World's 50 Cage Menagerie, Hippodrome and International Three*. Ring Circus, will exhibit at 3 ALGONA, FRIDAY, AUGUST 21ST Sublime and superior to similitude, the acme of possible acquisition. Of magnitude unrivaled and in every detail perfect. Monster massed menagerie. Scenic, gladiatorial and processional productions to delight the senses. Aviary of birds of bright plumage from the isles of Balm. Aquarium curiosities from cerulean depths of Indian seas. TJiree rings with wondrous companies of performers of exalted fame, who dazzle comprehension with miraculous feats of superhuman intrepidity or more than terrestrial grace. Most stupendaus of railroad sh,ows, aggregating incomparable zoological exhibits, circus adventures and the hurtling exploits of the hippodrome. It is in truth and fact in the World Astounding the spectators and confounding all would-be imitators. Invariably presenting all and everything that it advertises, and beggaring attempts of other and effete'ifls,ti-- tutions to rise to its majestic plane. It remains a gigantic, unparallelled congregation of the rarities of animated nature; of extraordinary creations contributed by all nations; the Olympian sports which beguiled the classic hosts'; ilie splendors of the pageantry of Aurelian—every feature,;on the same supremely superb scale. A cosmic centralisation ofirradianteffulgence. •; n Pageantry of the Coliseum. The best reproduction of the entertainment of the Caesars ever given by any show on this continent Matchless Equestrianism Gorgeous in all appointments. Uu- equaled in thrilling, electrifying features. The Finest Horses of any show on earth. CHARIOT RACES Startling in furious chase, Daring antique performances of horserjiaa- by classic riders. - ' GREAT FIVE-HORSE UIQ| Hurricane hurdle run. Processional splendor. Vespasian's triumphal exercise with their inimUtbW scenic grandeur. -' /' Most Excited Events of any show on earU».' ..^," *,& IMPERIALLY SPLENDID STREET PA! On the forenoon of every exhibition day abdicates $$j and brilliancy of the whole majestic show than mere diction, however profuse, ture it. 411 the peoplestoaid see parade, a«4 see

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