The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-11-04
CHAPTER XIV.


~ Plessy when the lackey ush
cred me into the garden.
It was nest Of amber at that time
Of sunset, and he waited for me at q
table laid for supper under fat can
opy of trees which had their tops
trained and woven into mat.
took his hand to kiss, but he rose
up and magnifcently placed me in
chair opposite himself
Your benefits are heavy, monsieur"
I said. Glow shall I acknowledge
them?"
you owe me nothing at all" be an
swered, -"as you will see when I have
told you a true story. 1t would sound
like q lie if anything we:e Incredible
in these fabulous tines"
'But you do not know anything
about me-"
81 am well Instructed In your history
| by that charming attendant In fr1nged
leather breeches, who has been ac-
quainted with you much longer than
you have been acquainted with your
SELF"
"Yet I 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 af-
fected me like your living eyes staring
out Of the face Of my dead kingw
We met each other again with
steady gaze like that in the mortuary
chapel.
':Do you believe am'-
"Do T believe you are Who said
there was such a person in existence"
Louis Philippe"
seFhe Duke Of Orleans? Eh, bien!
I What does he know Of the royal fam
lily? He IS Of the cadette branch"
"But he told me the princess, the
dauphins sister, believes that the dau-
phin was taken alive from the Temple
and sent to America
"Aiy dear Lazarre, do not say the
Duke Of Orleans would lie-far be It
from me though these are times in
which we courageously attack our bet
tiers. But he would not object to seeing
the present pretender ousted. Why,
since his father veted for the death Of
Louis XVI. he and his are almost out
laved by the older branch. Nine.
Royal, the Duchess Of Angouleme, can
not endure him. I do not think she
would speak to him"
'He is my friend" said stoutly.
Remember you are another pretend
or, and he has espoused your cause. l
think him decent myself, though there
used to be some pretty stories told
about him and the fair sentimentahst
who educated him, Nine. de Genlis.
But am an old man; forget gossip"
Ny host gave lively and delicate at
tention to his food rs it was brought,
ard permitted nothing to be overheard
by his lackeys.
+, The evening was warm and fresh
with the breath Of June. and the gar
den By contrivance Of lamps around
its walls turned into dream world
after sunset faded.
"My dear boy, do not say that be-
lieve in you. do not observe etiquett
with you. But am going to tell you
little story about the Tuilerles. 70
have never seen the palace of the Tu
leries?'
said had not.
cit has been restored for the use Of
these Donapartes. Vixen say these
Bonapartes, Lazarre, am not speak
ing against the empire. The empire
gave me back my estates. | was not
one of the stringent einigres. My es-
tates gre mine whoever rules IN France.
You may consider me q betwiNt and be-
tweener. Do so. Ny dear boy, am.
My heart is with my dead king. My
carcass Is very comfortable both in
Paris and on my ancestral lanGs. Na-
p,ieon likes me IS an ornament to bis
bourgeois court. keep my opinion OF
him TO myself Do you like garlic, my
bov!''
tod 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 cnGurable. carry a
piece III q gold box at the bottom Of
my vest pocket, that I may OCCASION
ally take it out and experience q sense
Of gratitude for divine benefits
He took out his pet lump, rubbed it
on the outside of his Wine bottle, pour
cd out glassful and drained it, smil-
ing adorably at me in ecstasy.
I'VE were speaking Of the TQllerics.
You should have seen the place when
it was sacked after the fight of the
royal family. No, you should not have
seen it. am glad you We're gone"
Did you see the Tuileries at that
time, monsieur"
81 did put on the clothes Of one
of my peasants, slumped in JacQuots
wooden shoes and kept my mouth
open as well as I could for the dust.
The fantastic was yet in my blood.
Exile takes that out Of everybody ex-
cept your royal unc!e Of Provence. But
I knew ia my heart what would help
do with that mob if our turn ever
came again.
His dark eyes rested on tae red wine
as on pool Of blood.
'esich of the ruin, leaned out to
look in, the garden from window IN
the queens own apartment l stepped
on a 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. It had concealed two
armchairs placed opposite each other
so cunningly that their paneled sides
vet looked a part Of the thick wall.
sat down in one Of them, and, though
the cushion was stiff, I felt something
hard under it.
N. du Plessy glanced around IN eF-
erv direction to satisfy himself that