The Washington times., 1902-09-07

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you are living miserable life.
rowing about
MANY other Frenchmen are no bet
ter off than am. my prince"
True enough. I've roved about my
self"
| did you turn schoolmaster ineSwitz-
zerland. princc?"
Il did. My family are in Switzerland
now"
Some of the mobiles were pillaged by
their peasants as well as by the gov
ernment. But your house should not
have lost everything"
+ "You are mistaken about our losses.
The Orleans Bourbons have little or no
revenue left. Monsieur and Artois were
the Bourbons able to maintain a court
about them in exile. So you have to
turn potter. to help support the idiot
end yourself?"
'.Is your highness interested in art?"
what have to do with art?"
"But your highness can understand
how an idea viii haunt man. 1t is true
l live wretched life. tut amuse my.
self trying to produce perfect vase.
have broken thousands. II shape
answers my expectations. that very
shape is certain to crack in the burning
or run in the glaze"
Then you don't make things to sell?''
"Oh. yes I. make noggins and crock
cry to sell in the towns. There is q
kind Of clay in these hills that suits
me-"
The wonderful vase,- said the other
yawning, might perhaps interest me
more II some facts were not pressing
for discussion. am a man Of benevo-
lent disposition, Bellenger."
Your royal highness--,'
stop, have been a revolutionist.
like my poor father, whose memory
you were about to touch-and forbid
it.: But am man whose will it In to
do good. I. is impossible should search
you out in America to harm my royal
cousin. Now want TO know the truth
about him.
Madame de Ferrier had forgotten her
BREATH We both stood fastened on that
scene In another world, guiltless Of
eavesdropping.
The potter shifted his eyes from side
to side. seeming to follow the burr Of
his vessel upon the wheel.
Il find you with a creature I cannot
recognize as my royal cousin. II this is
he, sunk far lower than when he left
France in your charge, why are two
thirds of his pension sent out from New
York to another person. while you re-
ceive for his maintenance only one
third"
The potter bounded from his wheel,
letting the vessel spin of to destruc-
tion. and danced. stretching his long
mustaches abroad in both hands as the
ancients must have rent their clothes.
He cried that he had been cheated.
stripped. starved.
Il thought they were Strengthened in
Monsieurs court he ragged. 'and they
have been maintaining false dauphin:"
"As / said, Bellenger." remarked his
superior. you are either fool or the
greatest rascal ever saw"
He looked at Bellenger attentively.
yet why should you want to mix
clues-and be rewarded with evident
misery? And how could you lose him
out of your hand and remain, uncon-
scious of it? He was sent to the ends
Of the earth for safety-poor shattered
child.-and IL he is safe elsewhere, why
should you be pensioned to maintain
another child? They say that Bour-
bon never learns anything: but pro-
test that Bourbon knows we'll what
he does know. l feel sure my uncle in
tends no harm to the disabled heir. Who
is guilty of this double dealing? / con-
fess don't understand it."
Now whether by our long and silent
stare We drew his regard, or chance cast
his eye upward. the potter that instant
saw us standing in the cloud above him.
He dropped by his motionless wheel, all
turned to clay himself. The eyebalis
stuck from his face. He opened his
mouth and screeched as IL he had been
started and could not leave off
The king!-the king!-the king.-ths
king."