The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1879-10-17

Woulu uiscouTse 10 nun aUOuJ potatoes, ,SCalu-
ing grease, Radicals, and the uses to which
hat may be put when the nap is gone but
he now added to his mental notes that con.
stricton of the throat which is symptom of
great fear, and from which he began to suf.
fer acutely at that moment He remarked
also how his friend Bachon and the valet
| Uhlmann we're marking time nervously on
the pavement, as If they, too, saw no pleas
ing vista opening before them but this in
teresting observation did not cloak from him
the necessity of returning to the Tuieries
without further delay. So 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 the scene that
took place at the Tuileries when it was dis.
closed to Napoleon III. and the Empress
that their son had taken what the French
| figuratively call the key of the fields, and
had last been seen in the company of tat
terdemalion quill driver. How aids-de-camp
rushed about and how maids of honor faint
ed how secretaries of the State were sent
for, and arrived with their hair disheveled :;
how the Prefect of Police drove to and fro
about the city, giving orders and cross-or.
ders 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 rather dus-
ty and somewhat abashed little boy was seen
pareying with the sentry who mounted
guard under the Triumpha arch of the
Carrousel.
why, it's he!' screamed M. Monnier who
witnessed the sight from his window and
he would have dashed out OF the room, but
he was practically in the custody of two Of
ficers of the guards, who courteously re-
strained him. The next moment, however,
shouts of joy, greetings, etc., mingled with
reproaches, could be heard in the passage
outside, and NJ. Monnier knew that his pu-
pill had come home safe and sound. Eti-
quetto prevented the tutor from Fastening
into the Emperor's presence unbidden but
he was soon summoned, and, entering the
Empress drawing-room, found her Majesty
laughing as she dried her eyes, while the
Emperor and half dozen court ladies sur
rounded 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
footstool, and, having made his peace with
his parents for his truancy, was complacent.
| ly relating his adventures. 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. Mon.
nier's pardon, for you put him in great
anxiety said the Emperor. Your punish
ment shall be to write out an account for
| him of all you've been doing
Il can't remember every little thing you
know said the Prince, not much reishing
| the prospective task.
NJ. Monnier made a mental note for
lecture on mnemonics, but for the present
he said: We'll, monsegneur, do you at
least know who your companion wasp
oh, he was very nice person, exclaimed
the Prince. when it rained, he took me
| into his house and showed me number of
| odd things He seemed to be poor man,
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 political
plots which used always to be breaking out
in Paris under the Empire (perhaps because
the police had some interest in their fire..
quency) brought about a dozen so.called
revolutionsts 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 captivity
at Cayenne, whence he had escaped. Lying
| in prison, this unfortunate fellow was told
one day that papers had been found in his
lodging which implicated him in a plot
against the Emperors life.
'Ah pour ca non ? exclaimed Marchy.
J'en sppelle au Prince Imperial que je ne
suis pas un assassin =
why to the Prince Imperial, who is but
child% asked the juge d'instruction, aston
ished.
Take him my photograph answered Vic.
tor Marchy.
The prisoners photograph was submitted
to the Prince Imperial, who recognized it as
that of the shabby Radical 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 be no enemy of
mine ?
And he signed Victor Marchy's pardon.