Catoctin clarion., 1897-04-22
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In a small private room in the palace
Of the Tuileries, in Paris, two men were
sitting. One, young gentleman about
five and twenty years of age, occupied .
desk near the window that looked out
upon a broad, inclosed court, where q
sentinel, in blue coat and red pegtop
trousers. was pacing his beat There
was quantity Of papers on the desk,
and the young gentleman was writing a
summary of the contents Of these on the
backs of them and filing them away. A
light snow was falling outside and melt.
ing as it fell, for the winter Of eighteen
hundred and sixty-nine was still linger-
ing in the first months Of eighteen hum
dred and seventy.
The other parsonage in the room was
. man Of mature years. He was barely
Of middle height, but his figure was COM
pact, and his shoulders broad and thick
His face, somewhat feshy about the
jaws, and of q dull complexion, had an
aquiline nose, . carefully waxed mus
tache and pointed imperial. The eyes
were wide apart, and the heavy lids
dropping over them gave them a SOM
nolent aspect; yet, examining them more
intentively, you would perceive that
they were eyes that nothing escaped
-watchful, penetrating, impenetrable
eyes. For the rest this countenance bore
the marks OF anxiety and i'll health;
there were heavy lines beneath the eyes,
the forehead was furrowed and the hair
was thin on it's conical summit Withal
both face and figure had q certain Dig
nifty and power as to one accustomed to
being unquestioningly obeyed. The man
wore q black broadcloth coat, white
waistcoat and gray trousers. Dagonally
across his breast lay broad, blue sash.
He was leaning back in his chair smok.
ing d cigarette, aud seemingly plunged
in meditation.
A knock came at the door. The
younger man rose, walked to tho door
and opened it. After brief colloquy
he turned and said in French: "Sire,
there is q person here who desires an su-
dience. He ssys'-
"What name, Raoulr' interrupted tho
other.
''Solange, sife."
"Very good. He comes by appoint
ment. Let him enter. And you. my
dear Raoul, will take your place behind
the thin partition during the interview.
hope to be able To trust this man, but
It will be necessary to take precaution."
The young man bowed, at the same
time throwing open the door to admit
the visitor, and himself passing out and
closing it behind him. The newcomer
on entering made military salute, and
then stood, cap in hand, with his eyes
fixed on the inscrutable visage before
him. He was near fifty years of age, OF
vigorous physique, with thick, mus
cular neck. black hair cropped short,
heavy black eyebrows and a fierce mus
tache. He was plainly clad, but though
his dress was that of civilian he had
the bearing of a soldier.
Captain Maurice Solange;" said the
gentleman with the cigarette; ''you and
became acquainted some years since at
the battle of Solferino. You were then
a private in the Twenty-third regiment
had lost my aid-de-camp. and intrust-
ed you with dispatch to General Ton
taine, on our left wing. On your way
to him you were wounded in the breast
with rifle ball. You delivered the DIS
patch, however, and returned with his
answer. In handing it to me you fell
from loss of blood. Ihad you taken to
my tent and placed in charge Of my best
surgeona On your recovery You were
promoted to be corporal"
Captain Solange bowed low. "You
remember it, sire?
"Oh, very we'll also remember that
on several subsequent occasions l COM
mitted to you the execution Of OF.
ders involving danger and demanding
prudence, faithfulness and courage. For
your successful performance Of these
duties YOU were promoted to be sergeant