The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-02-01


; the Prince of Moskwa and the Duke
; OF Nincenza and Regus, who are o
the number, TO bear it to Paris in al
, haste
Soon the cabinet of the emperor i
, again cleared, and the ambitious bu
, falling man OF destiny IS pacing alone
One hour, two hours pass, and Ma
poleon keeps his step and wheel Will
the regularity of a posted sentry.
4 messenger IS announced
Quick. conduct him hitherm erie.
Napoleon.
Well, Gouraurd? well?" he ex
claims to the new conner, whose face
IS pale and troubled.
Il have bad news, Sirew
Yes, yes, | believe tit is the day
for lt.' almost groans the emperor
But speak. you saw Marmount?''
No, Sire, he had gone to Paris"
~ eli ?"
1T Is reported he has deserted the
standard of your majesty, and with
drawn his troops from the protection
Of tontaineblau"
NapOleon stands speechless for a
lew moments, staring aghast at the
speaker, ms lips quivering and his
nanus working convulsively
'..SteierGt!" at length fairly Kisses
through his grinding teeth, and he
HtnSs himself upon Il seat and buries
il7 lace III his hands.
Presently he looks up and motions
Gourauard to retire.
y hen he is again alone, he draws a
small, 7llken bag from his bosom, and
Surveys 1t with a grim smile.
Thank God" he muImurs. Il am
Sill master Of myself, il not Of my
tOTtUut. Though all others desert.
here is friend which will stand by
ne til DEATH
Strange man, there is something
IL JEe cOnceIt which amuses him, and
he i-u&hs--laughs in that hour of
! troayte and hunlllatIOn-Iaug while
contemplating death by the hand OF
the sjuolde. for that sllken bag, sus-
pended from his neck and 50 precious
! y near his heart. contains poison. pre-
! pJJed for HIM before his retreat from
hn>sia, that he might not fall alive
INTO the hands Of the terrible Cos
sacks.
The day passes away, It has been
IdII oI great surprises. alarms and eX
elements; but Ii goes out at last, and
night takes up her reign.
Startling news from Paris. The
imperial messengers have returned
ana are closeted with Napoleon. They
/ tell Inn that his abdicauOh has been
made too late-the allies will not ac-
ctpt it now. The latter are cognizant
OF the detection of Marmont, the luke
warmness of the army, the discourage
ment OF the chiefs, and they now inso-
/ Ientiy demand the throne for the
BoUlbons as the only terms for peace
Int the marshals Of France be
summoned hither in all haster' cries
Napoleon.
There ismuch ''hurrying to and fro, =
eager whIsperings here and there, and
"a general expression of anxious gloom
/ throughout the palace, as if there
We're something portentous in the
very air.
10 ms military chiefs, thus hastily
assembled again, Napoleon makes ali
! known.
"Gou see, my lords" he adds, these
yuitures crave all they Will not even
! let my son succeed me. Shall we
tamely submit to this overwhelming
humiliation. like towards? OF shall We
rise Ill our might like heroes, and
drive them from the sacred soil OF
France! 1t is for you to say; my des-
tiny IS now in your hands; the fate OF
France depends on you"
They do not Immediately reply;
| their Wouted enthusiasm is gone: they
consult together they they
! hesitate. Napoleon watches their
faces, and again despair settles on his
heart.
At length they falteringly tell him
1t VIII be madness to resist the de
mands Of the Allies, because already
the people are divided in opinion as tC
winch dynasty ought now to occupy
tie throne, and unless the BourbOns
Ue speedily and peacefully restored tC
! power, the whole fair land viii be de
luged with the blood Of her citizens.
"Euough.' cries Napoleon; my
choice Is made, | love France toe
Wei to see her brought to grief for me
or mine. No. better that we he sacri-
iicJd crushed out out Of existence
| But, my lords and gentlemen, there Is
one consideration more. Since We
may not contend f6r supremacy IL
Irguoe, let Us away to Italy, establish
. f..f h,,
allty, and make her a land of refuge
Tor such OF our unfortunate country
men as the coming powers shall desire
i TO peTsecute to the last extremity
" hat, silent all. | am answered
then For me and mine then there /,
no more hope. | bow to the decree
o. fate. Go, my lords, since you have
no further need of me, and make terms
with the Latin loving buffoon. Loui.
1 XVIII, and his foreign masters
1t Is the dead Of night after tha
evcutful day, and Napoleon is tossing
, on ms sIlken couch, burning up witt
thought For hours he has rolled Il
. and fro in such mental agony as few
men might bear. He has outlived hi
: hopes. and is ready to welcome death
BY the ladder of ambition. round b,
round. he had mounted to the yer,
! pinnacle of fame; but his support
f have given way, and he has fallel
back to earth. a bruised and broker
man
Why live and suffer when it is s.
easy to die2" he at length mutters, hi
mind revertIng to the poison still sus
( pended around his neck and restin,
: upon his throbbing heart Franc
5 no longer needs me: and who know
but my death may place the crow
:, upon the head of my son.
|, With this one thought and hope hi
/ resolution is formed. He leaps fror
7 his bed, hurriedly mikes the mys
t terious contents of that silken ba