Nevada County picayune., 1890-01-01

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 At the mention of this name Jose phnc tremb!cd. The name of this blood-thirsty person sntliced to arouse horror in an innocent person. Josephine knew now that her charge was irrevocably lost.
 "Ah, Bonapartc. I pray you, do not have him taken here, and do not soil the innocence of my house,
 With you? Is he here then?''
 "No, but he will come again; hoped to entertain you with his art ful tricks this evening""
 "Forche will find him.
 Without listening any more he tramped on the apple and it's con tents. which were on the floor, and hurried back to Paris.
 Josephine's sorrow was indescriba- ble. For the first time she felt that there was place in Napolcon's heart to which she had no access. She ln- stitutcd search in the vicinity of Malmaison. and went to all imagina- ble trouble to find the iugglcr. She wished to give him money and have him taken over the boundary line by one of her own people, but all her trouble was fruitless. Dinner time arrived and Josephine, worried with unpleasant thoughts, left the victu- als untouched. But when dessert was served both folding doors were opened and George Marco appeared with his little table, his fine ebony sticks and tin cups.
 Ely. sir, fly" Josephine ad- dressed him, "or you are lost. You have murdered French soldiers and deserve death. can protect you no longer in my house. The consul has probably given you mp to Forche and you are hopelessly lost"
 The magician, on whose features were cast such a dismal look yester- day, looked quietly at Josephine and begged her to give him a quarter of an hour of her time. He set the Ia. ble down and brought the tin cups from his pocket. This time he offered neither rubics nor diamonds, and neither did he let flowers rain, but he tumbled ont little soldiers, footmen and riders.
 "These," said he, "are the Aus trians, these Prussians and these Russians, and they all unfold on a level. Do you see their battalions, their souadrons, divisions? Do you see Melas on horse? He is their leader, and the horse on which he is mounted promised the holy Nicolaus the guns of the French. There is the French army. Do you sec the general with a flying plume? He stretches forth his hand and all the armies attack each other. Do you hear the thunder of the cannons and the sound of the trumpets? Do you see the tri-colored flag? Do you hear the enthusiastic shout of the re- ioicing multitude: Long live the re- public! Long live Bonaperte ,'
 And all the soldiers seemed to tumble out of the cups and go in or der ready for the battle on the table, where they performed the move ments which George Marco com handed. When the battle was won, victorious and defeated returned to his pocket, and the magician offered to show the wife of the first consul still more wonderful things-the Egyptian expedition and the battle of the pyramids.
 Josephine could not enjoy the treat. Believing the man exposed to danger. she said to him: "Take this money and go away"
 Marco, who was more quiet and collected than yesterday, said: "I would not sell my art for gold yes terday, much less will l to-day. Show me a favor; open one of these apples" "
 Josephine did so and found the following letter:
 "MNpAME: have just delivered proof unto the first consul that this Marco, who has the honor to appear before you, is not the murderer. The one you protect is an honest man, who has taken part m the expedition of Amberon and fought bravely. but emigrated after the defeat of the RoyaIists. He did not, however, go to England, but to Germany, and from there has the marionette plays. The other Marco is in England, where his actions are watched, Your protege is crossed from the list of