Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-10-13

him through slit In the door, hearing no
human voice. seeing no human face, his
joints swelling with poisoned blood, he
had died in everything except physical Vi
tally, and was taken out at last merely
a breathing corpse. Then it was proclaim
ed that this corpse had ceased to breathe.
The heir of a long line of kings was cof-
fined and buried. r
While the cider De Terrier shed ner7
vous tears, the younger looked on with
eyes which had seen the drollery of the
French revolution.
81 wish knew the man who played this
clever trick and whether honest men or
the rabble are behind It,"
Let us find him and embrace him.
''I would rather embrace his prospects
|Swhen the house of Borboun comes again
to the throne Of France. Who is that fell
low at the gate? He looks as II he had
some business here"
The man eaae en- apong. the tomb
stones, showing q fun presence ard pros
porous air, suggesting good viutages, such
as We're never set out in the Smithheld
alehouse. Instead Of being smooth shaver
be wore very long muetaehe which
dropped it's ends below his chin.
A court painter attached to his patrons.
ought to have fallen into stats during
the revolution. Philippe exclaimed with
establishment:
why. its BeIlinger! Look at him.
Bellenger took off his cap and made a
deep reverence.
MY uncle is weeping over the dead
English. Bellinger." said Philippe. 1T
always moves him to tears to see how
few Of them die
1--WE can make no such complaint
against Frenchmen IN these days. mon
sieur, the court painter answered. II
see you have my young charge here en-
Toying the gravestones with you-a pleas
ing change after the unmarked trenches
of France. With your permission l will
take him away"
Have I the honor, Monsieur Bellenger.
of salutipg -4.e man who brought the king
out Of r4son?'' the old man inquired.
Again Belenger made the marquis a
deep reverence, which modestly disclaim-
ed any exploit.
when was this done? R.lo were your
helpers? Where are you taking him?''
Bellenger lifted his eyebrows at the Ia
natical royals.
II wish 1 had had hand in it!' spoke
Philippe de Terrier.
II am taking this boy to America, mon
sieur the marquis" the painter quietly
! answered.
but why not to one Of his royal un-
cles?"
His royal uncles,'' repeated Bellenger
49,
/ I say he had any royal uncles?'
Gomez spoke Philippe de Terrier. INC
| Jokes with Us, Bellenger. Honest men Of
every degree should stand together II
these times.
.4aCie sa. down on a fiat gravestone
and looked at the boy who seemed to bt
an object of dispute between the men Of
! her family and the other man. He neither
! saw nor heard what passed. She said tc
herself:
1T would make no difference to me
It is the same whether he is the king Of
| not" -
! Bellenger's eyes half closed their lid'
/ as If for protection from the sun.
Monster de Terrier may rest assured
that I am not at present occupied viii
jokes will again ask permission to taxi
my charge away"
you may not 60 until you have answer
ed some questions"
THAT 1 will do as far as am permit
| ted
do monsieur and HIS brother know that
| the king is here?" inquired the elder d.
Terrier, taking the lead.
''Na nat reason have you to believe, +" re
1 sponded Bellenger, that the Count d.
| Provence and the Count D'Artois have any
interest in this boy?'
! PHILIPPE laughed and kicked the turf.
| 1--WE have seen him many time a.
Versailles, my friend. You are very mys
| terious.'
Have his enemies or his friends sci
him free?'' demanded the old Frenchman
hat" said Bellenger, " may not
tell
Does monsieur know that you are go
!