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

one man was u EIduu ACliOWg AON ~ e-A@
OF the common order. though he was
more plainly clothed than De Chaumont.
His face was so familiar that 1 almost
grasped recognition-but missed 1t. The
whole cast was full and aquiline and the
lobe OF his ear. as / noticed when light
fell on his profile, sat close to his head
like mine.
The other man worked his feet upon the
treadle Of a small wheel, which reVoiVed
ike a circular table in front of him, ana
on this he deftly touched something which
supeared to be an earthenware vessel
Iiis thin fingers moved with spider swift
ne.s. and shaped II with kind of magic.
He was a mad looking person, with an
AFR Of being tremendously driven by inner
force He wore rnustaches the like OF
which had never seen, carried Dack over
his ears; and these hairy devices seemed
TO split his countenance in two crosswise.
Some broken pottery lay on the ground
and q few vessels. colored and lustrous
so they shone in the frelight, stood on
stump near him.
The hollow was not deep one, but II
the men had been talking, their voices did
not reach US until the curtain parted.
you arc a great fool or great rascal
or both, Bellenger," the superior man
said
MOST people aAGs SOAA AA6AAAAS0Nf -
sponded the one at the wheel He kept
ii going. as If his earthenware was OF
more importance than the talk.
"You are living miserable life' rowing
about"
MANY other Frenchmen are. no better
OF than am, my prince"
True enough. I've roved about my
self"
''Did you turn schoolmaster in switzer-
land, prince7"
Il did. My family are in Switzerland
now"
some of the mobiles were pillaged by
their peasants as well as by the govern
ment 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 We're
the Bourbons able to maintain a court
about them in exile. So you have to turn
potter, to help support the idiot and your
self"
els your highness interested in artY'
what have to do with art?'
"But your highness can understand how
an idea will haunt a man. IT is true /
live a wretched life, but I cmuse my
self trying to produce a perfect vase. l
have broken thousands. If shape an
swers my expectations. that very shape
z is CeIIttiU 10 CIdCh III liC Julius VI va
in the glaze"
Then you don't make things to sell?''
"Oh, yes. I make noggins and crockery
to sell in the towns. There is a kind Of
clay in these hills that suits me-"
1.-THE wonderful vase" said the other
yawning, might perhaps interest me
more II some facts were not pressing for
discussion. am a man of benevolent
disposition, BellenEer."
III
stop! / have been a revolutionist, like
my poor father, whose memory you were
about to touch-and 1 forbid it. But 1
am man whose will II is to do good. 1t
is impossible / should search you out in
America to harm my royal cousin. Now
/ want to know the truth about him"
Madame de Terrier had forgotten her
breath. We both stood fastened on that
scene in another world, guiltless of caves
dropping.
The potter shifted mis- eyes from side
20 side, seeming to follow the burr of his
vessel upon the wheel.
az find you with a creature I cannot
recognize as my royal cousin If 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
10 another person, while you receive for
his maintenance only one-third?"
The potter bounded from his wheel let
ting the vessel spin Off to destruction,
and danced. stretched his long mustaches
abroad in both hands as the ancients
must have rent their clothes. He cried
that he had been cheated, stripped,
starved.
II thought they were straitened in
Monsieur's court" he ragged. "end they
have been maintaining a false dauphin!'
LAS / SAID Bellenger,' remarked his
superior, you are either a fool or the
greatest rascal ever saw
He looked at Belenger 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 unconscious of it? He
was sent TO the ends Of the earth for safe
ty-poor shattered childl-and If he is
safe elsewhere, why should you be pen
stoned 10 maintain another child? They
say that a Bourbon never learns anything;
but I protest that Bourbon knows well
what he does know. 1 feel sure my uncle
intends no harm to the disabled heir.
Who Is guilty of this double dealing? 1
confess 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 eyeballs stuck
from his face. He opened his mouth and
screeched as If he had been started and
could not leave off,
1.-THE king!-the king 1.-THE king!-the
king!"