Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-01-23

self by the simple process of chang ing the value of the coin? Dicing, drinking, amorous Philippe, easy going, shallow-thinking, truly vert thou better fitted for throne than for a bankers chair!
 The royal bank, which the regent himself hastened to foster when he saw the profits of the first private bank of circulation and discount France had ever known, issued notes against which Law entered immediately his firm pro- test. He saw that their tenor spelled ruin for the whole system of finance which, at such labor. he had erected. These notes promised to pay, for in-s stance, fifty livres tin silver coin," not 'in coin of the weight of the standard of this day." as had the honester notes of Law's bank. That is to say. the notes meant nothing sure and nothing
 definite. They might be money for a time, but not forever; and this the
 director-genera1 was too shrewd a man
 not to know.
 But under this issue you shall have
 all France" said the regent to him one
 day, as they renewed their discussion
 yet again upon this scheme. "You
 shall have the farming of the taxes.
 will give you all the foreign trade
 as monopoly, if you like-will give you
 the mint-will give you, in effect, as
 have said, all France. But, monsieur
 my director-general, must have
 money. It is for that purpose that appoint you director-general-bec
 find you the most remarkable man in all the world.'
 Your grace" said Law, "print your
 notes thus, and print them to such extent as you wish, and France is again worse than bankrupt! Then, in-
 deed, you have worse than repudiated the debts of France
 "Ah bah! mon drole! You are i'll
 to-day. You have a migraine, per- haps? What folly for you to speak thus. France hath swiftly grown so
 strong that she can never again be
 ruined. What ails my magician, my Prince of Golconda, this morning. France bankrupt! Even were it so, does that relieve me of this begging of
 De Prie, of Parabere, and all the oth- CTS? My God. Monsieur Las, they are like leeches! They think me made of I money
 And your grace thinks France made l of money"
 Nay; only think my director-gen- ] eral is made of money, or can make it l as he likes.''
 1 And this was ever the end of Laws l reproaches and his approximations. | ic +0 J,a ~e .s1 | glorious enterprises, thought he, as he | sat one morning, staring out of the | window when left alone. This sordid 1 love for money for it's own sake-this was to be the limit of an ambition which dealt in theories, in men, in na- l tions, and not in 1ivres and louis dor! | Law smiled bitterly. For an instant
 he was not the confident man of actior | and of affairs, not the man claiming with assurance the perpetual protec- l tion of good fortune. He sat there, l alone, feeling nothing but the great human craving for sympathy and trust. | A line of carriages swept back across l the street at his window, and streams
 of nobles besought entrance at his I door. And the man who had called out all these, the man for whose friendship l all Europe clamored-that man sat with aching heart, longing, craving,
 begging now of fortune only the one
 thing-a friend!
 | At last he arose, his face showing
 lean and haggard He passed into
 another room.
 t.Will,' said he, s.I am at a place
 where I am dizzy and need hand.
 You know what hand it means for me.
 Can you go-will you take her, as you 1 did once before for me, message? I cannot go. cannot venture into her
 presence. Will you go? Tell her it is I the last timei Tell her it is the last!"