Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-17

put his hand on my shoulder.
Don't go, Lazarre. You VIII not De
welcome there"
81 must go. whether I am welcome OF
not"
back"
"You will last two months. Can't post
to MIttau and back in two monthsF
"God knows"
saddle, and said:
.Tf YOU need me 1 will stay. and think
no more about seeing those of my own
blood"
at do need you; but you shall not stay.
You shall go to Mlttau in my own post
carriage. 1t will bring you back sooner
But his post carriage could not accept.
The venture to Mittau, its wear and tear
and waste, were my own; and promised
to return with all speed. 1 could have
undertaken the road afoot, driven by the
necessity felt.
s'The Duchess of Angouleme is a good
girl" said. the marquis. following the line
of my thoughts. ''She has devoted her
self 10 her uncle and her husband. When
the late car withdrew his pension, and
turned the whole mimic court out of Nit
tan. she went with her uncle, and even
waded the snow with him when they fell
into straits. Diamonds given TO her by
her grandmother, the Empress Maria
Theresa, she sold for his support. But the
new car reinstated them; and though
they live less pretentiously at Mittau IN
these DAYS. they still have their priest
ana alrnoner. the Duke OF Guiche, and
other courtiers hanging upon them. My
boy, can you make a court bow and
walk backwards? You must practice be-
fore going into Russia.
wouldn't 1t be better" said, for
those who know how, to practice the &C.
complishment before me?
'Imagine the Count of Provence step
ping down from playing royalty TO do
that!" my friend laughed.
at don't know why he shouldn't, since
he knows / am alive. He has sent money
every year for my support.
IAN established custom, Lazarre, gains
strength every day it is continued. You
see how hard 1t Is to overturn an exist
ing system, because men have to undo
the work they have been doing perhaps
for a thousand years. Time gives enor-
NOUS stability Monsieur the Count of
provence has been practicing royalty
since the word went out that his nephew
had died in the Temple. 1t will be no
easy matter to convince him you are III
to play king in his stead:
Tl1S old not QlSLuTD me- .DOhcNCI-
thought more of my sister. And thought
of vast stretches across the center OF
Europe. The Indian stirred in me, as II
always did stir when the woman want
ed was withdrawn from me.
could not tell my friend. or any man,
about Madame de Terrier. This story
of my life is not to be printed until 1 am
gone from the world. Otherwise the
things set down so freely would remain
buried in myself.
Some beggars started from novels, run
ming like dogs, holding diseased and
crooked-eyed children up for aims and
pleading for Gods sake that we would
have pity on them. When they disappear
ed with their coin asked the marquis
IL there had always been wretchedness
in France.
There is always wretchedness every
where" he answered. Napoleon can
turn the world upside down. but he can
rot cure the disease of hereditary pow
erty never rode TO Versailles without
encouraging these people"
When we entered the Place d'Armes
fronting the palace, desolation worse than
that of the beggar faced us. That vasi
noble pile, untenanted and sacked, sym
bolized the vanished monarchy Of France
Doors stood wide. The court was strewn
with litter and filth, and grass started
rank betwixt the stones where the
proudest courtiers in the world had trod.
1 tried to enter the queens rooms, but