Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-03

For on instant \ aDG8 CToG01led. parte or any other potentate, and the pretender, leading her, smiled like the boy of twenty that he was.
 Napoleon can have no peace while Bourbon in the line of succession nyes.''
 ' '""oh, remember the Duke d'Enghien?'. she whispered.
 Then the door of lofty but narroW cabinet lighted with many candles was opened, and saw at the farther end a portIy gentleman seated in an arm chair.
 A few gentlemen and two ladies in waiting, besides Mile de Choisy, at tended.
 Louis XVIII. rose from his seat as my sister made a deep obeisance to him and took her hand and kissed it. At once, moved by some singular maternal impulse perhaps, for she was half a dozen years my senior. as a mother would whimsically decorate her child, Marie Therese took the half circlet of gems from the casket, reached up and set it on my head.
 For an instant was crowned in Mittau with my mothers tiara. ]
 I saw the kings features turn to granite and dark red stain show on his jaws like coIoring on stone. The most benevolent men, and by all his traits he was one of the most benevo- lent, have their pitiless moments. He must have been prepared to combat a -pretender before entered the room. But outraged majesty would now take it's full vengeance on N9e for the un- considered act of the child he loved.
 ''First two peasants, Hervagault and Bruneau, neither of whom had the au- 4dacity to steal intoathe confidence of 1 thes tenderest princess in Europe with the tokens she must recognize, or to penetrate into the presence spoke the king, land now an escaped convict from Ste. Pelagie, dandy from the empireg' <sss$s I was only twenty, and he stung me.
 Your royal highness,'' said, speak ing as believed within my rights, ''my sister tries to put a good front on my intrusion into Mittau."
 took the coronet from my head and gave it again to the hand which had crowned me. 4. Marie Therese let 1t falL and it rocked near the feet of the king.
 Your sister, monsieur! What right have you to call Mime. d'Angouleme your sister?"
 ''The same right, monsieur, that you have to call her your niece" The features of the princess became pinched and sharpened under the soft ness of her fair hair.
 "sire, if this Is not my brother, who is he?e
 Louis XVIII. may have been tender to her every other moment of his life, but he was hard then, and looked be. yond her toward the door, making q sign with his hand.
 The door opened again. We turned our heads, and I grew hot at the cruel ty which put that idiot before my sis ter's eyes. He ran on all fours. his gaunt wrists exposed, until Bellenger, ] advancing behind, took him by the arm l and made him stand erect. How long Bellenger had been before hand with me in Mittau I could not guess. But when saw the scoundrel who had laid me in Ste. Pelagte and doubtless dropped me in the Seine, ready to do me more mischief smug and smooth shaven and fine in the red collared blue coat which seemed to be the prescribed uniform of that court all my confidence returned. was Louis of France. I could laugh at anything he had to say.
 Behind him entered priest, who ad- vanced up the room and made obei- sance to the king. as Bellenger did.
 Mme.3 d'AngouIeme looked once at the idiot and hid her eyes, the king protecting her. I said to myself: Tt will soon be against my breast, not yours, that she hides her face, my excellent uncle of Provence Yet he was as sincere man as ever said to witnesses, We shall now hear 1lae truth