The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-19
WANDERING.
Chapter vi,

ENTER the prince of fairy tale said
the Marquis du Plessy when the lackey
ushered me into. the garden.
1t was a nest of amber at that time OF
sunset, and he waited for me at a table
for supper, under a fiat canopy of trees
which had their tops trained and woven
into a mat
I took his hand to kiss, but he rose
up and magnifcently placed me in chair
opposite himself.
Your benefits are heavy, monsieur" l
said. How shall 1 acknowledge them?"
You owe me nothing at ALL he an
swered; ''es you will see when have told
you a true story 1t would sound like a
lie If anything were incredible in these
fabulous times"
But you do not know anything about
me-"
II am well instructed in your history,
by that charming attendant in fringed
leather breeches, who has been acquainted
with you much longer than you have been
acquainted with yourself
yet 1 am not sure Of deserving the
marquis interest"
Has the marquis admitted that he feels
any interest in you? Though this I will
own: few experiences have affected me
like your living eyes staring out Of the
face of my dead king"'
We met each other again with a steady
gaze like thai in the mortuary chapel.
DO you believe l amp
do I believe you are? Who said
there was such a person in existence?'
Louis Philippe
THE Duke Of Orleans? Eth, bien!
What does he know of the royal family?
He is of the cadette branch"
But he told me the princess, the dau-
phins sister, believes that the dauphin
was taken alive from the temple and
sent to America"
Iu
Duke of Orleans would lie-far be it from
me-though these times in which we
courageously attack our betters. But he
would not object to seeing the present
pretender ousted. Why, since his father
voted for the death of Louis XVI, he and
his are almost outlawed by the older
branch! Nine. Royal the Duchess of An
gouleme. cannot endure him. I do not
think she would speak Of him.
He is my friend" l said stoutly.
Remember you are another pretender
and he has espoused your cause. I think
him decent myself-though there used tc
be some pretty stories told about him and
the fair sentimentalist who educated him
Mime. de Genlis. But I am an old man
forget gossip"
My host gave lively and delicate atten-
ton to his food as it was brought, anG
permitted nothing to be overheard by his
lackeys.
the breath Of June; and the garden, by a
continuance Of lamps around it's walls,
turned into dream world after sunset
faded.
1t was as impossible to come to close
terms with this, noble Of the old re-
gime as with butterfly. He alighted on
q subject; he waved his wings. and rose.
7 felt a clumsy giant while he ffuttered
around my head, smiling, hooking,
thrusting his pathos to the quick.
MY dear boy, do not say that I be-
lieve In you: I do not observe etiquette
with you. But I am going to tell you
little story about the Tuileres. You
have never seen the palace Of the Tuil-
eries?"
I said I had not.
1T has been restored for the use OF
these Bonapartes. When I say these
Bonapartes, Lazarre, am not speaking
against the Empire. The Empire gave
me back my estates. I was not one OF
the stringent emigres. My estates are
mine, whoever rules in France. You may
consider me a betwixt- d-betweener. Dc
SO. My dear boy, I am. My heart is
with my dead king. My. carcass is very
comfortable, both in Paris and on my an
cestral lands. Napoleon likes me as or
ornament to his bourgeois court. I keer
my opinion Of him to myself. Do you
like garlic, my boy?'
told him 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. I carry a piece in a golc
box at the bottom of my vest pocket
that may occasionally take it out and ex
perience a sense Of gratitude for divine
benefits"
He took out his pet lump, rubbed it or
the outside of his wine bottle, poured GU
q glassful and drank it., smiling adorabl,
at me in ecstasy!
1--WE were speaking of the Tuileries
You should have seen the place when i
was sacked after the fight Of the roya