The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-06-02

1 lies which the prosperous are but too l ready to bestow, but also by sights and 1 insults purely imaginary. The exile had pawned everything of value that
 he possessed. and lived upon bread and l water for days, before he found finally the means of a .scanty livelihood by the l sale of watercolor drawings. in the production of which he had considerable l skill
 | One evening as Thaddeus was re-
 turning to his mean lodgings he saw Pembroke Somerset entering a theatre l with a company of ladies and gentle | men.
 "Somerset!' cried Thaddeus. But Pembroke, apparently, did not hear him and passed on into the theatre.
 On his return home the exile wrote l and dispatched letter to his former friend. He wrote that sight of him had swept away ali his resentment. He could not but believe that Pembroke's long silence was capable of some ex- planation and begged in the name of | old times that Somerset would call at his lodgings and permit him to em- brace once more his companions of Villanow. Receiving no reply, Thad- deus wrote second note, which he | carried himself to Sir Roberts house and left with a footman, with instruc- | tions to give it into Pembroke's own | hands.
 He was moodily pursuing his home ward route, in deep dejection when his attention was attracted by an aged man who, in broken French, was appealing to the passerby for aims. With a start | of horror Thaddeus saw that the men, | dicant was General Butzou, one of the l bravest and most skilled defenders Of unhappy Poland, the friend Of his l grandfather and the beloved of the un- fortunate King stanislaus.
 Father of mercies!" cried the beg gar at the sound of the voice of Thad- deus. Am so blessed? Have I at last met him?" and bursting into tears | he leaned upon the arm of the Count who. hardly able to articulate, ex- l claimed: Dear, worthy Butzou! 1 What time is this for you and me to meet! But come, you must go home with me-
 l So Thaddeus, in his dire poverty, now | found himself burdened with the sup port of a helpless old man whose body, l worn out, by wounds and wars. was animated by a mind Impaired by the | great grief he had experienced at the destruction of his country. the death of his relatives and friends and the im- I prisonment of his beloved sovereign. 1 At lfis lodgings the Count found a | package addressed. apparently, in the handwriting of Pembroke Somerset. l Eagerly he opened 1t. It contained the two letters which he had written | to Somerset, returned without comment.
 "Oh Somerset" he cried. as the papers lay before him. Was 1t necessary that insult should be added to unfaithfulness and ingratitude" Night and day Thaddeus toiled to make a scanty living for himself and l his helpless charge. One night after leaving his work at the print sellers l he proceeded through Piccadilly, in | tending to go as far as Hyde Park cor ner and return. Pleased with the | beauty of the night, he walked on, not remarking that he had passed the turn | pike until he heard a scream and per ceived a delicate looking woman strug- 1 gling in the grasp of ruffian. To put the ruffian to flight and rescue l the woman was the work on an instant with Thaddeus, and, finding the lady incapable of walking without assis | tance on account of her agitation, he begged permission to see her to her l home
 She proved to be the Countess of | Tinemouth: and this was the beginning of a friendship which, as she made her | house free to Thaddeus, afforded the exile some relaxation from the constant round of tolls and duties that oppressed him.
 In Lady Tinemouth's house was a, 1 lively young lady, Miss Maria Egertop, who described MT. Constantine to her friend% Lady Sara Ross, as "a soldier | by his dress. man of rank by his man ners, an Apollo in his person and hero from his gallaptry.' But Miss Egerton was not SO complimentary to | Thaddeus to his face and rallied him unmercifully.
 DO. for Heavens sake, my dear Don Quixote." said the lively young person one night to Thaddeus. let us see you out of your rusty armor" 'I did not know till you were so kind as to inform me-" replied Thaddeus, that a mans temper depends upon his l clothes"
 'EIse I suppose you would have 1 changed them long ago" retorted Miss | Egerton; therefore I expect you will do as bid and put on Christian coat
 against you. next enter this house." Thaddeus could only bow. Lady Sara Roos smiled and sighed. Lady I Sara had fallen desperately in love with 1 the noble Pole. She had husband with whom she, was not in love-Cap- | tain Roos. a naval officer now at sea.
 Miss Egerton imagined that MT. l Constantine" wore the military dress | of his country because 1t was most be- coming; but Lady Tinemouth. who had 1 come to regard the Count as a son, | rightly divined the true cause-in- ability to purchase other garments. | On the occasion of his next call she received him alone in her cabinet. When Thaddeus, noticing the unhappy look of the Countess inquired solicit 1 ously after her health, she replied: Alas! l am very miserable. I have l no joy but in the few friends whom Heaven has preserved to me and yet some of those friends who afford me the most consolation deny me the only 1 return in my power-the office of shar- | ing their griefs. I cannot deny what
 your countenance declatss; you think I mean you, MT. Constantine. I do. | Forgive me if I give you pain. but l speak to you as would to my own son were he in your situation
 Much touched by the kind words Of the Countess, Thaddeus confessed to her
 his poverty and at last told her his | name and rank, which he begged she would keep secret, as titles and honors I i'll became one in his condition.
 Lady Tinemouth Somehow found her l self confiding 10 tThaddeus the story of
 her own unhappy life. She was es- tranged from her husband. who bad become infatuated with the notorious Lady Sophia Lovel. who now occupied l in the household of the Earl the posi- ton which rightfully belonged to his