Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-25

The hollow was not a deep one, but if the men had been talking their voices did not reach us until the cur tain parted.
 "You are great fool or great ras- call or both, BeIlenger," the superior man said.
 Most people are. your highness." re- sponded the one at the wheel. He Kept 1t going, as if his earthenware wac of more importance than the talk.
 x .You are living miserable life, row ing about
 @ Many other Frenchnen are no bet ter off than am, my prince"
 True enough. I've rcved about n.y. self"
 Did you turn schoolmaster in Swift xerland, prince" i%.T did. My family is in Switzerland now,
 Some of the nobles were pillaged by their peasants as well as by the gov ernment. But your house should not have lost every thing
 "You are mistaken about our ioSses. The Orleans Bourbons have little or nc revenue left. Monsieur and Artois were the Bourbons able to maintain a court about them in exile. So you have to turn potter to help support the idiot and yourself?"
 "Is your highness interested in art"
 What have I to do with art?"
 "But your highness can understand low an idea will haunt man. It is true live a wretched life, but amuse myself trying to produce perfect vase. have broken thousands. If a shape answers my expectations, that very shape is certain to crack in the burning or run in the glaze"
 Then you don't make things to sell?,'
 '.oh, yes. make noggins and crock cry to sell in the towns. There is a kind of clay in these hills that suits me.'
 'eThe wonderful vase said the other yawning, might perhaps interest me more if some facts were not pressing for discussion. am man of benevo- lent disposition, Bellenger."
 ''Your royal highness" s
 'Stop! have been revolutionist, like my poor father, whose memory you were about to touch-and forbid it. But am 8 man whose will 1t Is to do good. It is impossible should search you out in America to harm my royal cousin. Now I want to know the truth about him."
 Mime. de Terrier had forgotten her breath. We both stood fastened on that scene in another world, gailtless Of eavesdropping .zEG i'i The potter shifted his eyes from side to side, seeming to follow the burr of his vessel upon the wheel.
 'I find you with creature 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 to another person, while you receive for his maintenance only one third ?"
 The potter bounded from his wheel, letting the vessel spin of to destruc- ton, and danced, stretching his long mustaches abroad in both hands as the ancients must have rent their 
 cheated, stripped, starved.
 T thought they were straitened in Monsieur's court" he ragged, "and they have been maintaining false dau- phinv'
 "As I said, Bellenger," remarked his superior, you are either g fool or the greatest rascal ever saw.''
 He looked at Bellenger attentively.
 ''Yet why should you want to mix clews-and be rewarded with evident misery? And how could you lose him out of your hand and remain uncon- scious oft? He was sent to the ends of the earth for safety, poor shattered child, and If he is safe elsewhere why should you be pensioned to maintafn another child? They say that Bour- bon never learns anything, but pro test that a Bourbon knows we'll what he does know. feel sure my uncle intends no harm to the disabled heir. Who is guilty of this double dealingi ' I confess don't understand It."
 Now whether by our long and silent stare we drew his regard, or chance east his eye upward. the potter that instant saw us standing in the cloud above him. He dropped by his mo. tionless wheel, all turned to clay him. self. The eyeballs stuck from his face, He opened his mouth and screeched as If he had been started and could not leave off:
 '"The king! The king! The king! The king!"
 CHAPTER VIII.
 HE fools outcry startled me