Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-10-13
marquis" repe-.ed the laugner.

marquis" repe-.ed the laugner.
Were the cn.-~ren rude 70 your"
They Knocked him. father" She pull
ed the boy from behind a grave stone,
where he crouched unmoving as a rabbit,
and showed him to her guardians. ''See
how weak he Isl Regard him-how he
walks in a dream! Look at his swollen
wrists-he cannot fight. And if you wish
to make these English respect you you
have got to fight them!"
Where is Ernestine?- She should not
have left you alone"
"Ernestine went to the shops to obey
your orders, father"
ed by what had so agonized the girl. He
stood in the English sunshine gazing stu
pidly at her guardians.
who is this boy. Eagle?" exclaimed the
younger man.
"He does not talk. He does not tell
his name"
The younger man seized the elders arm
and whispered to him.
mo. Philippe, not" the elder man an
swered. But they botn approached the
boy with difference which surprised Ea-
GLE and examined his SCARED eyebrow
and his wrists. Suddenly the marquis
dropped upon his knees and stripped the
stockings down those meager legs. He
kissed them, and the swollen ankles, sob
bling like woman. The boy seemed I'M
conscious of this homage. Such exag-
geration of her own tenderness made
her ask:
What ails my father. Cousin Phi
Upper"
Her Cousin Philippe glanced around the
high walls and spoke cautiously.
who was the English girl at the head
of your mob. Eagle?"
sally Blake"
What would Sally Blake do If she saw
the little king of France and Navarro
ride into the church lane. filling it with
his retinue. and heard the royal salute
of twenty-one guns fired for him?'
"She would be afraid of him.
''But when he comes afoot, with that
idiotic face, giving her such good. chance
to bait him-how can she resist batting
him? Sally Blake is human"
Cousin Philippe, this is not our dau-
phin? Our dauphin is dead! Both my
father and you told me he died in the
Temple prison nearly two weeks ago!"
The Marquis de Terrier replaced the
boys stockings reverently, and rose. back
ing away from him.
There is your king. Eagle" the old
courtier announced to his child. Louis
XVII, the son of Louis XVI and Marie
Antoinette, survives in this wreck. How
he escaped from prison we do not know.
Why he is here unrecognized in England.
where his claim to the throne was duly
acknowledged on the death of his father.
we do not know. But we who have often
seen the royal child cannot fail to identi-
fly him; brutalized as he is by the past
horrible year O. his life"
The boy stood unwinking before his
three eXpatriated subjects. Two of them
noted the traits of his house, even to his
ears. which were full at top, and without
any indentation at the bottom where they
meet the sweep of the jaw.
The dauphin of France had been the
most tortured victim of his country's rev.
olution. BY jailer who cut his eyebrow
open with blow, and knocked him down
on the slightest pretext, the child had
been forced to drown memory in fiery IL
quor, month after month. During six
worse months, which might have been
bettered by even such a janer, hid from
the light in an airless dungeon, covered
with rags which were never changed,
and with filth and vermin which daily
accumulated, having his food passed to