The Washington times., 1902-10-19
BOOK 11-wANDER1NG-continued.

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her childhood by such a marriage ros
up that instant wordless tragedy.
Sire. we are not observing etiquett'
in Mont Louis as they observe it at Nit
tau. have been talking very familiarl!
to my king. l will keep silent. Yo'
speak,
Madame, you have forbidden me -
speak,
She gave me startled look. and said
did you know Jerome Bonaparte has
come back? He left his wife in Amer
fca. She cannot be received In France
because she has committed the crime @
marrying prince. She is to be divorced
for political reasons"
Jerome Bonaparte is a hound"
spoke hotly.
.'And his wife a venturesome woman
to marry even temporary prince.
Il like her sort, madame!"
do you, sire?'
'Yes, like a woman who can love!"
"And ruin?'
How could you ruin me?"
The Saint Michels brought me up.
said Eagle. They taught me what Is
lawful and unlawful. l will never do al
unlawful thing, to the disgrace and
shame o.. my house. A woman should
build her house, not tear it down"
What is unlawful"
''It is unlawful for me to encourage
the suit of my sovereign
Am l ever likely to be anything but
what they call in Mittau a pretender,
Eagle?"
That we do not know. You shall keep
yourself. free from entanglements."
81 am free from them-GoG knows
unfriended savage that ever set out to
conquer his own
You were born to greatness. Great
things will come to you"
IF you loved me could make them
comet
"Sire. 1t isn't healthy to sit in the
night air. We must go out of the dew.
.'.Oh. who would be healthy! Come to
that, who would be such royal beggar
as / am?''
Remember" she said gravely, that
your claim was in a manner recognized
by one of the most cautious, one of thu
least ardent royalists, in France"
The recognition she knew nothing
about came &c my lips, and l told her
the whole story of the jewels. The
snufrbox was in my pocket Sophie Saint
Michel had often described it to her.
She sat and looked at me, contemplate
iIg the stupendous loss.
"The marquis advised me not to take
them into Russia" acknowledged
There is no robbery SO terrible as
the robbery committed by those who
think they are doing right"
II am one of the losing Bourbons."
ar.Can anything be hidden in that closet
in the queens dressing-room wall?"
unused Eagle. Il believe that could find
it in the dark, Sophie told me SO often
where the secret spring may be touched.
When the De Chaumonts took me to the
Tuileries I wanted 10 search for it. But
all the state apartments are now on the
second floor, and Madame Bonaparte has
her own rooms below. Evidently she
knows nothing Of the secrets of the
place. The queen kept her most beauti-
full robes in that closet. II has no visi-
bic door. The wall opens And we have
heard that door was made through the
back of ii to let upon spiral staircase
of stone, and through this the royal fam
fly made their escape 10 Varennes, when
they were arrested and brought back"
We fell into silence at mention of the
unsuccessful fight which could have
changed history; and she rose and said
Good night, sire
Next morning there was such deli
cious world to live in that breathing was
a plea sure. Dew gauze spread far and
wide over the radiant domain. Sounds
from cattle. and stables, and the voices
OF servants drifted on the air. Doves
wheeled around their towers, and around
the chateau standing like white cliff. |
/ walked under the green canopy
watching the sun mount and waiting for |
Nine. de Ferrier. When she did appear
the old man who had served her father |
followed with a tray. could only say
Good morning, madame and daring |
not TO add have scarcely slept for |
thinking of you.
I'VE will have our coffee out here"
she told me. |
II was placed on the broad stone seat |
under the arch OF the pavilion where
we sat the night before; bread, unsalted /
butter from the farms. the coffee, the
cream, the loaf sugar Nine. de Ferrier
herself opened a door in the end of the
wall and plunged into the dew of the
garden. Her old servant exclaimed. She
caught her hair in briers and laughed,
tucking it up from falling, and brought
OF two great roses. each the head and
the strength of a stem, to lay beside
our plates. The breath of roses to this
hour sends through my veins the joy
of that.
Then the old servant gathered wall
fruit for US. and she sent some in his
hand to Paul. Through festooned arch
of the pavilion giving upon the terraces,
we saw a bird dart down to the foun-
tain, tilt and drink, tilt and drink again,
and fash away. Immediately the multi
tudinous rejoicing of skylark dropped
from upper air. When men would send