The sun., 1905-10-14
Obviously . Won an.

SELDOM nave we seen lONeiy leltldie
masquerading in mans attire who was 80
unfortunate as to resemble at all the inferior
and gross creature whom she essayed to
retresent In Max Pemberton's story Of
The Hundred Days I'd. Appleton d Coz
there is an illustration showing Yvonne de
Feyrolles lying soundly asleep on Bernard
st. Armand's 1fa. We could not but re-
mark as we studied this picture with a
natural great interest that the sofa was long
enough for hsr. As she lay stretched out
between the terminal arms there was room
TO spare. Bernard st. Armand, who is in
cluded in the picture, saw Immediately.
and az clearly as we did, that it was Of neceS-
sty female who found an abundance
of longitudinal room on sofa of the Period.
Her feet did not hang out at one end. de-
ending lathetcally from so far up as the
knee Joints. Plainly she was only half the
stature Of st. Armand, who held torch OF
forty candle POWER at least as he earnestly
contemplated her.
lnasmuch as Yvonne de Feyrolles was
physically so coml rehensiLle in her tights
and her small high boots, her diminutive
soldier coat, her nineteen inch belt, her ar
rangement of glorious hair, we might, if
we thought it worth while, wonder why
she should be recognized by the great
Napoleon as an agent qualified to deceive
anybody. We refrain from n Frying in
Qury into the ideas of Napoleon in such a
matter, as the same are indicated by Mr..
Max Pemberton and the illustrator.
The man in the white cockade appears
at gage "a of this story. He had the eyes
Of leopard, distorted nose He uttered
cultural sounds, low and deep, and flashed
temper from his hideous eyes, as he set
upon st. Armand. Yvonne "fell upon her
knees and buried her face in trembling
hands" Tho man with white cockade
was armed with a sabre. st. Armand had
only raper. Fortunately at any mo-
ment "Napoleon's army would debouch
from the woods and at least insure fair
play" Our hero escaped, and we claim
no glory at all for making the fact known.
They could not shoot the Emperor when
he came back from Elba. He was hedged
abou, exempt. No man among them
Could pull trigger He said, in the words
Of the story. IF there be one among you
who would kill his Emperor, let him in
stantly plunge his bayonet into this bosom.
Here | am" Not bayonet responded 10
the challenge. The story says that Strong
men we're weeping" and some men bab-
bling like children"
Bernard lay in the forest with Yvonne's
head pillowed upon his breast. There Is
picture of it. She said to him: my heart
Is In Paris" There can be no doubt that
he knew that her heart was nearer. He
was philosopher. 1t says little further
on A profound believer in the Infinite
destiny Of man, a worshipper ever of the
Supreme Intelligence by which man Is
and will he, he could not help but reflect
upon the calm and serenity of the material
world as contrasted with the human sphere
OF life and action" 1t is probable that he
had not looked profoundly into the facts
"a hc material world. He neede. the artic-
uate voice. We suspect that lie did not
comprehend at once all the truth regard
Ing ivonne 1t was only when he saw her
clad in the customary garb Of woman, and
standing in her own ancestral salon with
the magnificent masterpieces OF the Louis
QulnzC furniture all about her." that he
recognized that she was indeed the worthy
helress Of a great race, and that the blood
OF French mobiles ran in her veins
She was sure that she would never marry.
There is picture OF her. crouching tefore a
wood fire, and 40 thinking and expressing
henscf st, Armand, tasking in the heat
OF the same fire. heard her. Some fagHS
further on we find him saying; "f'>nne,
my little girl, my wife, And she say ys'