Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-11-13
Isting his pathos to the ouick.

thrusting his pathos to the quick.
MY dear boy, j do not say that i be-
lieve in you; 1 do not observe etiquette
with, you. But am going to ten YOU a
little story. about the Tpilerles. You have
never seen the place of the Tpileries?''
1 said Ishad not sN -
cit has been restored for the use of
these Bonapartes. When I say these
Bonapartes, Lazarre, I am not speaking
against the Empire The Empire gave
me back my estates. am not one of the
stringent emigTes. My estates are mine,
whoever rules in France. you may con-
slider me a Observation-Disclosures Do
so. My dear boy, am. Ny heart is with
my dead king. My carcass is very COM
Portable, but in Paris and on my ancestral
lands. Napoleon likes me as an. ornament
to his bourgeois court keep my. opinion
of him to myself. Do you like garlic, my
| boy?"
I told him I was not addicted to the
use of it.
Garlic is divine. God gave it to man.
A hint of it in the appropriate dish makes
life endurable. carry a piece in a gold
box at the bottom of my vest pocket, that
1 may occasionally take it out and expert
ence sense Of gratitude for divine ben
efts."- s7
He took out his pet lump, rubbed 1t on
the outside of his wine bottle. poured out
glassful and drank it, smiling adorably
at me in ecstacy!
1--WE were speaking of the Tuileries.
You should have seen the place when it
was sacked after the fight of the royal
family. No, you should not have seen It!
I am glad you were gone. Mirrors were
shattered, and lusters, vases, china, gold
candlesticks, gilt stools, chairs crushed
and carpets cut to pieces; garments of all
kinds strewn and torn; all that was not
carried off by pillagers being thus de-
stroyed. 1t was yet horrible sight days
after the mob had done their work, and
slaughtered bodies of guards had been
carried away and commissioners with
their clerks and assistants began to re-
store order"
'Did you see the Tuileries at that time,
monsieur
at did. / put on the clothes OF one of
the peasants, slumped in Jacquot's wood
en- shoes, and kept my mouth open as
well as 1 could for the dust. The fantas-
tic was yet in my blood. Exile takes that
out of everybody except your royal uncle
of Provence. But I knew in my heart
what 1 would help do with that mob, IL
our turn ever came again.
His dark eyes rested on the red wine
as on a pool of blood
''Sick of the ruin, leaned out to look
in the garden, from a window in the
queens own apartment. stepped on
shelf. which appeared fixed under the
window; but it moved and found that it
could be pushed on grooves into the wall.
There was cavity made to hold It,. 1t
had concealed two armchairs placed OPP
posite each other, so cunningly that their
paneled sides yet looked a part Of the
thick wall. Z sat down in one Of them,
and though the cushion was stif, felt
something hard under it"
Monsieur du Plessy glanced around in
every direction to satisfy himself that no
ears lurked within hearing.
'Eh, blenl Under the cushion found
the queens jewel case! Diamonds-bags
of gold COMA half circlet of gems!-since
the great necklace was lost such an array
had not seen the light in France The
value must be far above a million francs. "
The marquis fixed his eyes on me and
said:
what should have done with it. La
zarre?'
cit belonged to the royal family" I
But everything which belonged to the
royal family had been confiscated to the
state. I had just seen the belongings OF
the royal family trampled as by cattle.
First one tyrant and then another rose
up to tell us what we should do, to batten
himself off the wretched commonwealth,
and then go to the guillotine before his
successor. AS a good citizen I should
have turned these jewels and stones and
coins over to. the state. But was act
ing the part of Jacquot, and as an honest
peasant I whipped them under my blouse
and carried them. away. In my straits
of exile 1 never decreased them. And
you may take inventory of your property
and claim it when we rise from the ia
BILE"
My heart came up in my throatl
reached across and caught his hands.
"You believe in me-you believe in rne!'
do observe any etiquette with you,
Lazarre? This is the second time have
brought the fact to your notice I par
ticularly wish you to note that do not
observe any etiquette with you"
what does a boy who has been brought
up among Indians know about etiquette?
But you accept me, or you could not put
the property you have loyalty and at such
risk saved for my family, into my hands. l."
ct don't accept even your uncle Of
Provence. The king of Spain and
prefer to call him by that modest title.
Since you died or were removed from the
Temple, he has taken the name of Louis
XVIII, and maintained court at the ex-
pense of the car of Russia and the king
of Spain. He is a fine Latinist; quotes
Latin verse; and keeps the mass bells
everlastingly ringing; the Russians laugh
at his royal masses! But in my opinion
the sacred gentlemanis either moral slush
or a very deep quicksand. 1t astonishes