The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-11-07
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on the pavement, as if they too saw no
pleasing vista opening before them; but
this interesting observation did not cloak
from him the necessity of returning to
the Tuileries without further delay. So
a cab was hailed, and the whole dismal
party got into it. Louis Conneau, who
had borne up bravely till then, began to
cry, by doing which he rendered great
service to the three men, who only wanted
such an excuse to upbraid him all three
together, and VOW that the whole thing
was his fault.
Let us tread lightly over thescene that
took place at the Tuileries when it was
disclosed to Napoleon iii. and the EN-
press that their son had taken what the
French iguratively call the key of the
fields, and had last been seen in the COM
pany of tatterdemalion quill driver.
How aides-de-eamp rushed about and
how maids of honor tainted; how Secre-
taries of State were sent for, and arrived
with their hair dishevelled; how the Pre-
feet of Police drove to and fro about the
city, giving orders and cross-orders; and
how, during five mortal hours the entire
police of the best policed city in the
world left off hunting rogues to chase
their imperial masters heir-all these
things will be recorded some day when
the Court history of the Second Empire
gets written. Enough to say here that
toward six in the evening, when the
confusion in the palace was at its height,
a rather dusty and somewhat abashed
little boy was seen parleying with the
sentry who mounted guard under the
Triumphal arch of the Carrousel.
"Why, it's he" screamed M. Monnier,
who witnessed the sight from his win
dow; and he would have dashed out of
the room; but he was practically in the
custody of two of6cersof the guards who
courteously restrained him. The next
moment, however, shouts of Joy, greet
ings, &C., mingled with reproaches, could
be heard in the passage outside, and NJ
Monnier knew that his people had come
home safe and sound. Etiquette pre-
vented the tutor from fastening into the
Emperor's presence unbidden; but he was
soon summoned, and entering the EN-
press drawing-room, found Her Majesty
laughing as she dried her eyes, while the
Emperor and half dozen court ladies'
surrounded the Prince Imperial, with
amused, half-wondering smiles, as if he
were boy of some strange breed, telling
marvellous things. In sooth the lad was
seated on a footstool and, having made
his peace with his parents for his truan-
cy, was complacently relating his adven-
lures. On seeing his tutor, he stood up
and hung his head, as if ashamed, for
forms sake.
"Ah, Louis, you will have to beg M.
Monnier's pardon, for you put him in
great anxiety" said the Emperor. "Your
punishment shall be to write out an ac-
count for him of all you've been doing"
II can't remember every little thing,
you know" said the Prince, not much
relishing the prospective task.
M. Monnier made mental note for a
lecture on mnemonics, but for the pres
ent he said, "Well, monseigneur, do you
at least know who your companion wasp
"oh,, he was very nice person." ex-
claimed the Prince. "When it rained he
took me into his house and showed me a
number of odd things He seems to be a
poor man, but he has seen great num-
Der of countries and spent many years in
Cayenne. Where is Cayenne, papa?"
And the Prince looked up artlessly at
the Emperor, who WINGED.
| A few weeks later one of those po-
litical plots which used always to be
breaking out in Paris under the Empire
(perhaps because the police had some in
terest in their frequency brought about
dozen co-called revolutionists into the
meshes of the Rue de Jerusalem. Among
them was poor wight, a journalist,
named Victor Marchy, who had but
lately returned from ten years cap
tivity at Cayenne, whence lie had es-
capped. Lying in prison, this unfortu-
nate fellow was told one day that papers
had been found in his lodgings which i'm
plicated him in plot against the En-
peror's life.
"Ah pour ca nonW exclaimed Marchy.
"Jen appelle au Prince Imperial que je
ne suis pas un assassin" perial, W
"Why to the Prince Ina dge d'insho is
but childF' asked the ju true.
ton, astonished.
"Take him my photograph" answered
Victor Marchy.
The prisoners photograph was sub
mitted to the Prince Imperial, who re.
cognized it as that of ''the shabby Radi.
cal with the bad hat in whose company
, he had spent his truant day. Wherefore
the Emperor, as he himself examined the
portrait, said, with some emotion:
"This man held my boys life in his
hands during whole day; he can he NJ
enemy of mine"
And he signed Victor Marchy's par
don.
Grant was standing near the guards o1
the steamer Wide West the other day