The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-07-26
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And Meraut-Meraut who had loved | the Queen for more than a year, but | had never dreamed of raising his eyes
 to her--even Meraut knew in that in- | stant. But his woe ever the disaster over his own tragedy.
 Little Zara lay for many months in | a darkened room. from which the Queen never stirred. Christian came in and | out, appalled, but helpless. Lurking iH the shrubbery outside of the grounds | Elysee spent all of his days and most | of his nights, to snatch bits of news | brought to him by the servants. At last the doctors declared that the little Prince would lose the sight of his other eye if the destroyed one were not removed. They urged the Queen to consent to an operation. Suspicious or their motives. she went to a famous surgeon with Zara, keeping her name and station secret. and asked his ad- vice.
 The great surgeon examined the lad. Madam" said he, your child Is the deed threatened with the loss of sight And yet, # he were my son, l would not operate on him. find shattered constitution. There ig the most vicous, most exhausted and the poorest bioods
 ''The blood of Kings." exclaimed the Queen. overcome by her destiny ct last. And to think that they have heen advising this operation, though they knew it would cost him his iifei fn q month they expect the Diet Of Iilygt& to invite us home again They want to have King to show to the peoples But they do not want a blind king, s0l at the risk of killing him they would perform this operation. Poor littie Zara! What matters it whether he1 reign or not7 Let him live. let hius liyer'
 And so she makes her sacrifice, and Frederlque is the ambitious Queen no longer. but only a mother, who holds her darling flerceiy to her breast and in whose sight the crown suddenly sinks away to nothing.
 When Elysee saw his young pupil able to go out again he resumed hts old life in the Latin Quarter and went back to his old shabby room. Soon hia tall, ungainly figure was seen with book under his arm and with geHtlcu- iating hands as ha talked. He walked about in disdainfui sorrow, which wac too great and deep to be understood, Tn cold and rain he stood, oblivioug of the weather.
 One day he felt a terrible burning sensation which rose from his ehsse like a sense of annih ilatiOn and filled his mouth instantly with blood.
 He was not frightened, though it was 50 mysterious and horrible. "Whme Is the matter with me7'' he asked soFna of his medical friends in the cafe. de- scribing his symptoms,
 "Everything," said they.
 4 few Aays afterward Father Aiphee said to the Queen: Monsieur Meraue Is dying" She made no reply.
 Elysee MeFaut lay in his bed in hin shabby room. On the bare, dingy wniis there was only one 0Fnament--the pic- tuFe of the Bourbon with It's motto. Faith, Hope" He loked at it. and his childhood fioated once more before hls memory. which was already fading, Suddenly the door is opened partly There is the rustic of dress. A velce sayss How do you do. Monsieur Eiyeee." IL Is his pupil looking at him with the shy. awkward glance which his infirmity has made hahitunl. yelled lady stands proud and erect against the door. Without coming any nearer herself. she sends her pardon by the hands of the child. and that hand Elysea Meraut takes and presses to hla lips Then turning to the august figure on the threshold. he says for the last time, with his last breath, Long live the Kingr"
 Next sundays 0ae-Paee claasse win ss 'srhe story Of Little Nulk.s by wiI- heIm Hauef.