Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1905-09-07
A LIFE THE
WAGER
how the Warehouses Won Her husbands
Pardon from Napoleon.

L window of a handsome old house il
PARADISE street stood beautiful youni
woman, watching through the mist.
afternoon the street below. Eyidentl.
she was waiting for the coming o
some one very dear TO her
The youthful Marchioness de Mont
vile was the three-m months bride o.
young Philip de Montville, a royalis
who had no sympathy with the con
sulate of Napoleon, although admirinl
the great Corsiean's military genius.
AS she heard the familiar footstep in
the hallway. the marchioness ran from
the window to the door, almost literal
ly falling into the arms Of her hand.
some husband.
Bad news, said he, in response to
the first question his wife asked him
They have arrested several OF our
men and the whole party has been be-
trayed | am liable to be taken any
moment"
I What a senseless thing that was,
said the marehioness, Ito explode an
internal machine near Bonaparte 5
carriage as he was on his way to the
opera AS usual, only the innocent
were injured. Dear, why have you not
left France?"
1T would be cowardly for me to de-
sert my post just because it Is a dan
gerous one.
But if your presence here should be
discovered, We are lost; Bonaparte
would never pardon YOU he is a Corsi-
can, you know"
Come what may, | will not quit my
post"
Dear Philip. what will become of
me il they take you from me? know
should die; | could not live without
you"
Bluette, you know | adore you but
there are immortal principles which
demand even the greatest sacrifice. "
The principle which demands the
greatest sacrifice of all is your love for
me, the marchioness cried passion
ately.
open; in the name Of the law.
open!"
The marquis calmly unwound his
wife's arms from about his neck.
walked to the door and opened it. Four
certifying men entered
You are the so-cailed Marquis de
Montville?" asked the leader.
II am the Marquis de Montyille;
what of it?" was the fearless reply.
You are charged with conspiracy
against the lie OF the first consul
Follow u.s.
Real nobleman, Philip de Montville
did not deny the accusation. A kiss
upon the lips OF Bluette, hasty good
by and he was gone
For hours the marchioness lay as one
in a trance When she awoke her
heart was a prey to the most poignant
grief Suddenly the thought came to
her that she ought to make an effort
to save her husbands life. But now?
She would appeal to Bonaparte him
self.
Presenting herself at the Tuilleries,
she was stopped by a functionary who
asked her what her business was"
Il wish to see the first consul"
IMPOSSIBLE
1T is something connected with the
explosion of the internal machine the
other night"
See the chief of police. Fouche. Up
one flight, third door to the left"
Fouche, who even at the height of
the revolution, always kept in touch
with the aristocrats, was easily per
suaded 10 lead the marchioness into
the presence of the first consul
The latter was seated at a table !
playing chess with Junot. Around
them were a group of ladies in elegant
toilets and officers in SNOWY uniforms. |
Before Napoleon had noticed the en-
trance into the room Of the marcnion- |
ess, she had thrown herself at his feet |
"Pardon." she cried
For whom ?" asked the first consul. |
without deigning to raise his eyes from |
the chess board.
For Philip de Montville."
What" cried Napoleon. bringing |
his clenched fist down upon the table 1
80 violently that the chessmen tot
tered. "one OF those oundrels who
have set their heart on killing me- one /
Of those rebels who started the upris-
ing In La Nendee2 Why. be was
wounded in an attack on the republic. /
Is not that 50. Fouche 2"
Absolutely s.. citizen consul
I'VE must exterminale these royal
istsi" cried Napoleon IL snail not .
pardon one Of them"
Have mercy! the marchioness ap- /
pealed He is young. he was led into /
e by others. We have been married /
only a few months: he is hardly Of /
age. and general. in striking down |
aim. YOU also strike me down. for l I
cannot 1sr-a sefshasss Af.-