The Starkville news. (Starkville, Miss.) 1902-1960, 1905-07-21
A LIFE THE
WAGER
IT WAS March and gloomy. AT the
How the Marchioness Won Her Husbands
Pardon from Napoleon.

IL WAS March and gloomy. AT the
window of a handsome old house in
Paradise street stood beautiful young
woman, watching through the misty
afternoon the street below. Evidently
she was waiting for the coming Of
some one very dear to he..
The youthful Warehouses de Mont
vile was the three-months bride of
young Philip de Montville, a royalist
who had no sympathy with the con-
suiate Of Napoleon, although admirtng
the great Corsican's military genius.
AS she heard the familiar footstep in
the hallway, the marchiOness ran from
the window to the door, almost literal,
some husband.
Bad news" said he in response to
the first question his wife asked him.
They have arrested several Of our
men aud the whole party has been be-
trayed [ am liable 10 be taken any
moment"
What a sensele5s thing that was,
said the marchioness, ito explode an
internal machine near Bouaparte' S
carriage as he was on his way to tie
opera AS usual only the innocent
were injured. Dear, why have you not
lett France"
1T would be cowardly for me to de-
sert my post just because itvls dan
gerouS one"
But if your presence here should be
discovered, we are lost; Bonaparte
would never pardon you; he is Corsi-
can. you know
Come what may. will not quit my
post"
Dear Philip, what will become of
me if they take you from me? know |
should die; 1 could not live without
YOU"
''Bluette you know 1 adore you but
there are immoral 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
walked to the door and opened it. Four
terrifying men entered.
''You are the so-called Marquis de
Montville?" asked the leader.
Il am the Marquis de Montville;
what Of it," was the fearless reply.
tYou are charged with conspiracy
against the life OF the first consul.
Follow u.s."
Real nobleman, Philip de Montville
did not deny the accusation. A kiss
upon the lips of Bluette, a hasty good
by and ne 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 functionary who
asked her what her business was
q wish to see the first consul"
''ImpOssiblei"
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 to 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.