The sticks swung down, but somehow they faltered, for the drummer was shaking now. "I advance Colonel Lagroin to the rank of General in my Household Troops, and I command you to obey him as such." Then he beckoned, and the old man drew near. Stooping, he pinned the order upon his breast. When the sergeant saw what it was, he turned pale, trembled, and the drumsticks fell from his hand. His eyes shone like sun on wet glass, then tears sprang from them upon his face. He caught Valmond's hand and kissed it, and cried, oblivious of them all: "Ah, sire, sire! It is true. It is true. I know that ribbon, and I know you are a Napoleon. Sire, I love you, and I will die for you!" For the first time that day a touch of the fantastic came into Valmond's manner. "General," he said, "the centuries look down on us as they looked down on him, your sire--and mine!" He doffed his hat, and the hats of all likewise came off in a strange quiet. A cheer followed, and Valmond motioned for wine to go round freely. Then he got off his horse, and, taking the weeping old man by the arm, himself loosening the drum from his belt, they passed into the hotel. "A cheerful bit of foolery and treason," said Monsieur De la Riviere to Madame Chalice. "My dear Seigneur, if you only had more humour and less patriotism!" she answered. "Treason may have its virtues. It certainly is interesting, which, in your present gloomy state, you are not." "I wonder, madame, that you can countenance this imposture," he broke out. "Excellent and superior monsieur, I wonder sometimes that I can countenance you. Breakfast with me on Sunday, and perhaps I will tell you why--at twelve o'clock." She drove on, but, meeting the Cure, stopped her carriage. "Why so grave, my dear Cure?" she asked, holding out her hand. He fingered the gold cross upon his breast--she had given it to him two years before. "I am going to counsel him--Monsieur Valmond," he said. Then, with a sigh: "He sent me two hundred dollars for the altar to-day, and fifty dollars to buy new cassocks for myself." "Come in the morning and tell me what he says," she answered; "and bring our dear avocat." As she looked from her window an hour later, she saw bonfires burning, and up from the village came the old song, that had prefaced a drama in Pontiac. But Elise Malboir had a keener interest that night, for Valmond and Parpon brought her uncle "General Lagroin," in honour to her mother's cottage; and she sat and listened dreamily, as Valmond and the old man talked of great things to be done. ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: Conquest not important enough to satisfy ambition Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable defiance Touch of the fantastic, of the barbaric, in all genius We are only children till we begin to make our dreams our life