The Argosy, Vol. 83 No. 1 — page 190: what you’re looking at

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180 Her chateau had become a meeting place for all kinds of people. During the evening Anne, wandering about among the guests, heard her name called. “Where is Anne?” asked Aunt Julia. “We always count on Anne’s playing.” “Here I am,” answered Anne. ‘What would you like me to play?” ‘“Anything—merry.” The last word Aunt Julia added in a whisper. ‘There are so many wounded soldiers here to-night they need cheering.”’ Anne sat down at the piano, and her fingers wandered idly over the keys. Suddenly she listened in startled sur- prise. Her heart beat quickly. It was the national hymn of Labeau- lieu she was listening to. She had not heard it since that night so long ago— the night she and Carlos had parted. The hymn ended in a discordant crash. Anne became suddenly conscious that it was she who had been playing. With a hurried apology about the heat she rose from the piano and made her way out through the open French window on to the balcony. “T thought I had you put away with lavender, safe under lock and key.” She leaned her hot forehead against the cool stone pillar. “Anne,” came the familiar voice from the shadow. “Tt brings it all back so vividly.” She THE ARGOSY. shivered, though the night breeze was warm. “Anne.” The voice was so human Anne’s heart stood still. “Carlos!” she cried, as a figure stepped out into the moonlight. The boy Carlos had disappeared. A man, sun-tanned and grave, yet with Car- los’s eyes, had returned. “Did you mean that?” Anne a paper. By the moonlight she easily read: Carlos handed DEAR CaRLos: I can’t have you go misunderstanding me. Though we must never see each other again, I want you to know that you can’t teach me, because, I know already. Yours always, ANNE. “Every word.” Anne met his eyes bravely. “It kept me safe, and I’ve been through hell.”” Carlos reached out for the paper, as if it was too precious to be long out of his possession. “IT know,” said Anne sadly; “I can’t tell you how my heart ached when I heard that you had lost your kingdom.” “In the old days I wanted you, Anne, in spite of my kingdom. Now, only be- cause it is lost, can I claim a new one at your hands. Carlos the man held out his arms. “My prince,” murmured Anne, as she walked straight into them. THE CAPTAIN E rallied to the rolling drums ‘When he was young and spry, And when age thinned his grizzled locks And dimmed his eagle eye; But when one morning in his dreams He heard the bugles call, He rose and took his sword and sash And medals from the wall. He folded all his blankets up In marching order neat, Put on his faded uniform Complete from head to feet, Lay down upon his bed, prepared To answer to the roll, A gallant soldier to the last, And yielded up his soul. Minna Irving. COMMICLOOKS (C@