The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-12-30

Louis! You arc king"
saw in her gray eyes repelled me, as
she deliberately said:
You are not such foolE'
stared back us coldly and sternly,
and deliberately answered:
II am-just-such a foolr'
Consider how any person who
might be ~ blame for your decision
would despise you for 1t afterward"
"a bog in the first flush Of his
youth" Able Edgeworth said, his fine
jaws squared with grin, might
throw away a kingdom for some
woman who took his fancy and whom
he could not have, perhaps, unless he
did throw his kingdom away, and after
he had done it lie would hate the
woman. But young man In his
strength doesn't do such things!'
"a king who hasn't spirit to be @
kingr' Nine de Ferrier mocked.
I mercilessly faced her down.
What is there about me? Sum me
up. am robbed on every side by any
one who cares to fleece me. Whenever
am about to accomplish anything l
fall down as If knocked on the head!
She rose from her seat.
"You let yourself be robbed because
you are princely. You have plainly
left behind you every weakness Of
your childhood. Look at him in his
strength, Monsieur Able! He has
sucked in the vigor Of new country!
The failing power Of an old line Of
kings is renewed in him! You could
not have nourishcd such dauphin for
France in your exiled court! Burying
in the American soil has developed
what you see for yourself-the king"
"He is q handsome man." Abbc
Edgeworth quietly admitted.
''Oh, let his beauty alone! Look at
his manhood-his kinghood!
"Of what use is his kinghood If ne
will not exercise itI'
"Ee mustr'
She turned upon me fercely.
"uave sou no ambition?'
eyes, madame. But there are sew
eraI kinds Of ambition, as there are
several kinds Of success. You have to
knock people down with each kind II
you want it acknowledged AS I told
you awhile ago, am tenacious beyond
belief and shall succeed In what un'
| dertake."
What are you undertaking?'
sI am not undertaking to mount a
throne
81 cannot believe it.! Where is there
a man who would turn from what is
offered you? Consider the life before
you in this country. Compare it with
the life you are throwing away" She
ioincd her hands. Sire, the men of
nv house who fought for the kings of
yours plead through me that you will
take your Inheritance"
1 kept my eyes on Able Edgeworth
He considered the padlocked book as
an object directly in his line Of vision
Its wooden covers and small metal
paddock attracted the secondary atten-
ton we bestow on trifes when. we are
at great issues.
I answered her.
.The men Of your house-and the
women Of your house, madame-can'
not dictate what kings Of my house
should do in this day"
"Well as you appear to know him,
madame said Able Edgeworth, "and
Loyalty as you urge him, your efforts
are wasted
She next accused me.
'You hesitate on account Of the In
diansr'
"If there were no Indians in Amer,
lea should do just as I am doing"
call men," the abbc noted, "hold in
contempt a man who will not grasp
power when he can"
"Why should grasp power? have
it in myself. I am using it."
Using it to ruin yourself!' she cried.
"Alonseigneur!" The abbe rose. We
stood eye to eye. II was at the side OF
the king your father upon the scaffold.
NV hand held to his lips the crucif1z
Of our Lord Jesus Christ. In his death
no word Of bitterness escaped him.
True son of st. Louis, he supremely
loved France. Upon you be laid in
junction to leave to God alone the pun
ishment Of regicides and to devote
your life to the welfare Of all French
men. S1onseigneur, are you deaf to
this call Of sacred duty? The voice Of
your father from the scafold, In this
hour when the fortunes Of your house
are lowest, bids you take your right
full place and rid your people Of the
usurper who grinds france and Europe
into the blood stained earth!'
wheeled and walked across the
floor from Abbc Edgeworth and turaed
again and faced him.
Monsieur. you have put dart
through me. If anything in the uni
verse could move me from my position,
what you have said would do 1t. But
my fathers blood cries through me to-
day: Shall the son Of Louis XVI. be
forced down the unwilling throats OF
his countrymcn by foreign bayonets-
Russians, Germans, English? Shall
the dauphin of France be hoisted to
place by the alien? Ny father would
/ forbid it. You appeal to my family
love. bear about with me every
where the pictured faces of my fam
liz. The father whose name you IN
woke is always close to my heart That
royal duchess whom you are privileged
to see daily. monsieur, and I never, IS
so dear and sacred to me that think
of her with prayer. But my life IS
here. Monsieur, in this new world no
man can say to me Come or Co. l
an rs free as the Indian. But the pre-
] tender to the throne Of France, the
puppet of Russia. Of England, Of the
enemies of my country, a slave to pol
lev and intrigue, Il chained wanderer
about Europe, On. my God, to be such
pretender, gasping for air, for light,
roc rasped at Ste. Pelagie! Oh, let