The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1889-06-22

WOIuS Sne nanueQ MIN the petltlOn
the magician.
ga Chonan !" SAID Napoleon after ht
had read the petition. "One of the ia
natical followers of Charente's and La
roche Jaquelin's one of the people who
but short time ago followed the armie:
of the republic to murder the scattered
soldiers and finish the diving. Marco
Marco who comes from England, who
secretly landed on our coast, probably
to fulfill Pitts shameless plan, brandish
ing their torchlights over the still wei
tering battlefield of France. Fox, my
friend, has written me to be on my
guard for this evil one And how dc
you know him2 Where have you seen
him2'
AT this Josephine burst into tears
"Oh, do not cry" he said, but an
swer 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 wretch
ed play. Fouche is right; these peo-
pie are irredeemable."
81 do not know him." replied Jose
phine edo not get angry. Tear up
the petition and we will speak no more
of it If you knew how it came to me. u
Josephine related how the petitioner
came to her and the wonders ne pro-
duced.
"And you open the door to such
people? Jugglers and magicians, who
try to strew sand in the eyes of the first
consul, because they could not deceive
him ! How childish you are, Josephine
to be blinded by magicians !''
With these words he approached the
sldeboard and took an apple from a
basket.
"See, in such an apple 1 found the
petition. These are on my table every
day and accident led me to it."
Bonaparte shrugged his shoulders
and cut the apple. 1t concealed SIM
liar petition Bonaparte showed Jose
phine the ingenuity with which the ker-
nels were taken out and the space filled
out with rolled up paper.
"l'he man could not but succeed
he said, "you may have wished as you
would. He was in league with the
fruiterer, who shall serve you no longer.
l shall recommend your magician to
Fouche and"
At the mention of this name Jose
phine trembled. The name of this
blood-thirsty person sufficed to arouse
horror in an innocent person. jose
phine knew now that her charge was
irrevocably lost.
"Ah Bonaparte, l pray you, do not
have him taken here and do not soil
the innocence of my house.
"With you2 He is here then?"
"No, but he will come again. l hoped
to entertain you with his arttul 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 a place in Napoleons heart to
which she had no access. She insti-
tuted search in the vicinity of Malmai
son and went to all imaginable trouble
70 find him. She wished to give him
money and have him taken over the
boundary hne by one of her own peo-
pie, but all her trouble was fruitless
Dinner time arrived and Josephine,
worried with unpleasant thoughts, left
The victual; untouched. But when des-
sert was served both folding doors
opened and George Marco appeared
with his little table, his fine ebony sticks
and TIN cups.
"Fly, sir, fly" Josephine addressed
him, 'or you are lost. You have mur-
dercd French soldiers and deserve
death. ! can protect you no longer in
my house. The consul has probably
given you up to Fouche and you are
helplessly lost"
The magician, On whose features were
cast such a dismal look Yesterday
looked quietly at Josephine and begged
her to give him a quarter of an hour Of
her time. He set the table down and
Drought forth the cup from his pocke-
This lime he IF red neither rubies nol
diamonds, aud neither did he let fl wv
rrS rain, but there tumbled out little
soldiers, iootmen and riders.
"rnese," Sal! ne, care the Austrians
these Prussans and these Russians, and
they all unfold on level. Do you see
their battalions, their squadrous, divis
ions2 Do you see Melas on a horse
He is their leader, and the horse or
which he is mounted promised the holy
Nicolaus the guns of the French. There
is the French army. Do you see the
general with fying plume2 He
stretches forth his hand and all tht
armies attack each other. Do you hear
the thunder of the cannons and the
sound OF the trumpets2 To you see
the tri colored fAg2 Do you hear the
enthusiastic shout OF the rejoicing mul,
titude "Long live the republic Long
live Gen. Bonaparte p'
And all the soldiers seemed to tum
bic out OF thu cups and go in order
ready for the battle on the table, where
they performed the movements which