Smyrna times., 1889-05-22
WHOLE NO. 1865.

republic to murder the scattered soldiers
and finish the dying. Marec! Marcel
who comes from England, who secretly
landed on our coast, probably to fulfill
Pitts shameless plan, brandishing their
torch lights over the still weltering battle
fields of France. Fox, my frieId, has
written me to be on my guard for this
evil one. And how do you know him?
Where have you seen him:"
At this Josephine burst into tears.
"Oh, do not cry" he said, "but answer
me; your charity has been abused. The
traitors imagined petition which you
should propose could not be denied, and
then they would in Paris, under my very
eyes, have begun their wretched play.
Fouche is right; these people are ire
deemable"
Il do not know him." replied jose
phine; do not get angry. Tear up the
petition and we will speak no more of it;
if you knew how it came to me"
Josephine related how the petitioner
came to her and the wonders he produced.
and you open the door to such peo-
pie? Jugglers and magicians, who try to
strew sand in the eyes of the first consul,
because they could not deceive himl How
childish you are, Josephine, to be blinded
by magiciansy"
With these words he approached the
sideboard and took an apple from bas-
ket.
See, in such an apple found the petit
ton. These are on my table every day
and accident led me to it"
Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders and
cut the apple. 1t cOncealeda similar pc
tition Bonaparte showed Josephine the
ingenuity with which the kernels were
taken out and the space filled out with a
rolled up paper,
THE man could not but succeed" he
said, you may have wished as you
would. He was in league with the fruit
erer, who shall serve you no longer.
shall recommend your magician to
Fouche and"
At the mention of this name Josephine
trembled. The name of this blood
thirsty person suf1iced to arouse horror
in an innocent person. Josephine knew
now that her charge was irrevocably lost.
"Ah! Bonaparte, 1 pray you, do not
have him taken here and do not soil the
innocence of my house."
''With you? He is here then?'
mo, but he will come again; hoped
to entertain you with his artful tricks
this evening""
"Fouche will find him."
Without listening any more he tramp
ed on the apple and its contents, which
were on the floor, to hurry back to Paris.
Josephine's sorrow was indescribable.
For the first time she felt that there was
place in NapOleon's heart to which she
had no access. She instituted search IL
the vicinity of Malmaison and went tC
all imaginable trouble to find him. She
wished to give him money and have hin
taken over the boundary line by one ot
her own people, but all her trouble was
fruitless. Dinner time arrived and 10
sephine, worried with unpleasant
thoughts, left the victuals untouched
But when dessert was served both fold
ing doors opened and George Marco ap
peared with his little table, his fine ebony
sticks and tin cups.
ely, sir, fyr' Josephine addressed
him, ''or you are lost. You have mur
dered French soldiers and deserve death
can protect you no longer in my house
The consul has probably given you up t.
Fouche and you are helplessly lost"
The magician, on whose features werC
cast such a dismal look yesterday, looked
quietly Mt Josephine and begged her t.
give him a quarter of an hour of hel
time. He set the table down and brough
forth the cup from his pocket Thi
time he offered neither rubies nor dia
monds, and neither did he let flower
rain, but there tumbled out little soldiers
footmen and riders.
"These," said he, "are the Austrians
these Prussians and these Russians, an,
they all unfold on level. Do you Sc
their battaions, their squadrons, divis
ions? Do you see Melas on horse? II
is their leader, and the horse on whic
he is mounted promised the holy Nice
laus the guns of the French. There
the French army. Do you see the gen
, eral with a flying plume? He stretche
forth his hand and all the armies attac
: each other. Do you hear the thunder c
the Cannons and the sound of the trun
= pets? Do you see the tri-colored flal
f Do you hear the enthusiastic shout of th
9 rejoicing multitude: Long live the n
! public! Long live Gen. BOnapartev
{ And all the soldiers seemed to tumb
e out of the cups and go in order ready fC
4 the battle on the table, where they pc
formed the movements which Geore
+ Marco commanded. When the bait
G was won victorious and defeated r
r turned to his pocket, and the magicia
d offered to show the wife of the first COZ
r sui still more wonderful things, IL
? Egyptian expedition and the battle
a the pyramids.
It Josephine could not enjoy the trea
a Believing the man exposed to DANCE
she said to him: "Take this money al
go away"
N Marco, who was more quiet and CT
m lected than yesterday, said: Il would II
er sell my art for gold yesterday, much le
it will today. Show me a favor; op
e. one of these apples"
ly Josephine did so and found the folio
ii ing letter;
eI -AAD<AmE2' nave 1Sb uS1NSIcu pr
ut unto the first consul that this Mar,
e- who has the honor to appear before yC
is not the murderer who has deserv
re the punishment of law. The one y
ed protect is an honest man, who has tax
as part in the expedition of Amberon a
b. fought bravely, but emigrated after t
defeat of the Royalists. He did n
~ however, go to England, but to German
and from there has brought with h
We tho marionette plays, which will pr'
ne ably amuse you very much. The otl
, l Marco is not George, but Joes, and is
ed England, where his actions are watch'
he I am glad to announce that your protC
ps, is crossed from the list of emigrants.
ne ''FoUCHE.
IN. A few days later Josephine again
ul, portuned the first consul, with the res
my that the name of the magician was
plunged from the emigrant ist.-Tra
riu lated from the French for The PhilaC
.ad phia Times.
'hl Stealing Letters.
bava never heard of n Dorcelain