Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-03

me base act to hesitate when help was
asked for a woman.
"Yet 1 know little of what is right
among men, monsieur" owned. I nave
been learning with a master in Count de
Chaumont's manor house less than
year. Before that my life was spent In
the woods with the Indians, and they
found me so dull that / was considered
wftless until my mind awoke."
You are fine fellow" the man said.
laying his hands on my shoulders. MY
heart goes out to you. You may call me
Louis Philippes And what may call your
'Iazarre."
He had a smiling good face, square, but
well curved and firm Now that saw him
fronting me, / could trace his clear eye
brows, high forehead and the laughter
lines down his cheeks. He was long be-
tween the eyes and mouth, and he had
full and resolute chin.
You are not fat, Lazarre," said Phil
ippe your forehead is wide rather than
receding, and you have not double chin.
Otherwise you are the image of one Who
are your"
81 don't know"
Don't know who you are?"
''No. We heard all that you and the
potter were saying down here. and Won
dered how many boys there are in Ameri-
ca that are provided for through an agent
IN new 1OIhs WANnOuL hlAOWAhS 1ANA pal
ents. Now that is my case
do you ny that you have lived among
the Indians?"
eyes; among the Iroquois."
who placed you there?"
mo one could tell me except my Indian
father; and he would not tell"
do you remember nothing of your
childhood?''
Nothing"
Ibid you ever see Bellenger before?"
IT never saw him before tonight"
But 1 saw him." said Madame de Fer
rier, 'in London, when was about seven
years old. 4 made a stronger impression
on me than anything else that ever hap
pened in my life, except" she stopped.
Except the taking off of my mother and
brothers to the guillotine"
The man who told me to call him Louis
Philippe turned toward her, with attention
as careful as his avoidance when she wish
ed to be unobserved. She rose and came
around the fire. making a deep courtesy.
MY family may not be unknown to his
royal highness the Duke of Orleans. We
are De Terriers OF Mont-Louis; emigres
now, like many others"
Madame, knew your family well. They
were loyal to their king"
MY father died here in America. Be-
fore we sailed we saw this man in Lon
DON"
And with him
"A boy
do you remember the boy well?"
IT REMEMBER him perfectly"
The wailing in the cabin became louder
and turned to insistent animal howls. IN
stead of a babe the imprisoned creature
was evidently a doc. | wondered that
the potter did not let him out TO warm
his hide at the fire.
did you ever see the boy asain2
IA ooofn until he was
brought to Count de Chaumonts mouse
last summer"
''Why to De Chaumont? lie Ray de
ChaHmont is not one of US. He is OF the
new nobility. His chateau near Blois was
bought by his grandfather, and ne taxes
his name from the estate! have heard ne
is in favor with Bonaparte."
Even we OF the oldnobility, prince may
be reduced to seek favor of Bonaparte.'
Heaven forbid, madame! say nothing
against him, though could say much
SAY nothing against Count dc Chau-
mont Count de Chaumont befriends all
emigres."
IT have nothing to say against Count de
Chaumont He is not of our party; he is
of the new. Fools! If we princes had
stood by each other as the friends or
the empire stand by their emperor, We
could have killed the Terror"
The animal in the cabin by this time
was making such doleful cries l said to
the potter 4
Let him out. 1t is dreadful to be shut
in by walls"
The potter. STOPPING half over and
rolling stitiy from foot to foot in his walk
filled me with compunction at having
been brutal TO so pitiful a creature, ana
/ hurried to open the door for him. The
animal clawed vigorously inside, and the
instant 1 pushed back the ill-ntted slaos'
It strained through and rushed on all tours
TO the fire. Madame de Terrier fed back
ward, for what liberated could hardly pc
seen withut dread.
1t was a numan being. Its features were
a boys, and the tousled hair had nat
ural wave. While it crouched for
warmth 1 felt the shock of seeing crea-
ture about my own age grinning back
at me, hshy eyed and black-mouthed
''Therei" Bellenger said, Strengthening
I'M in his place like a bear rising from all
fours. THAT is the boy your De Terriers
saw in London"
I remember the boy Madame Tank had
told about Whether myself or this less
fortunate creature was the boy, my heart
went very pitful toward him. Madame de
Terrier stopped and examined him; he
made a juicy noise of delight with his
mouth.
This is not the boy you had in London,
monsieur" she said to Bellenger.
The potter waved his hands and shrug-
ged.
you believe. madame, that Lazarre is
the boy you saw in London?" said Louis
Philippe.
81 am certain of it."
what proofs have your"
1.-THE evidence of my eyes,"
Tell that to Monsieur exclaimed the
potter.
''Who is MONSIEUR" I asked.
''The eldest brother of the king OF
France is called Monsieur. The Count de
Provence will be called Monsieur until he
succeeds Louis XVII. and is crowned Louis
XVIII-if that time ever comes. He cannot
be called Louis XVII"-the man who told
me to call him Louis Philippe took my
arm, and 1 found myself walking back
and forth with him as in dream while
he carefully formed sentence after SEN
tence. Because the dauphin who died In
the Temple prison was Louis XVII. But
there are a few who say he did not die;
that a dying child was substituted for
him; that he was struggled out and car
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