The Green Forest tribune., 1910-12-02

lowed where she willed. Then Carlot- ta's shoulders strengthened and she walked to the window with the grace { that once was hers. Looking out upon the towering trees from branches of which the frost-tinted leaves were fall ing with each play of the wind Car lotta murmured, "MaXimilian."
 That was all. The film gathered again on her eyes, her body bent and she was lost again.
 Eugenie once reigned as empress of the French, and for 14 years her life and activities were interwoyen in the story of the rise and fall of the sec ond empire. Today she is an exile, living with a limited court at Earn borough, England, an easy gallop from the guns of Aldershot and the royal magnificence of Windsor palace. Once she was the autocrat of fashion at the imperial court She lived to see the Tuileries palace invaded by mob and to find herself forced to flee for pro lection to the house of friendly American citizen, Dr. Thomas w. Evans, then resident of Paris, and , later to embark at midnight at Deau- vile, on a yacht flying British colors.
 Eugenie's Brief Triumph.
 Eugenies father was a Spanish Srandee, the Count of Montijo The third Napoleon. he of the shaggy eye brows and mustache bristling with waXed points, met her in Paris. He asked her to become his empress and she consented. Following their mar riase in the cathedral of Notre Dame. Paris had round of fetes that lasted for fortnight
 Eugenie was born in 1926 She was twenty-seven years old when she be- came an empress in 1853 Three years thereafter son was born to her and to tragedy alike. He had grown to youth when France declared war on Germany in 1870. Napoleon III, like that other emperor of France, rode with the colors and sniffed the air of battle. As warrior he did not measure up to the stature of those who had preceded him on the throne The defeat of the French army came with the fall of Sedan, and the en- peror became an exile.
 Then the mob in Paris and the flight of the empress. Dethroned and dis graced, Napoleon III. died in 1873. Later, the prince, their son, set out with the British troops for Zululand He never returned. A breech-clouted spearman sent an assegai through his body and left him dead, face up to the burning sun.
 Travellers in England sometimes get a glimpse of the black-robed figure of the former empress, as she rides forth on missions of charity. Her hair is snow white, her face a study in resig- nation. For 40 years she, too, has been a Queen of Sorrow.
 And now the tall, stately black-eyed Amelie completes the trio, queen of Portugal, then made dowager by a double tragedy, she is now, like the aged Eugenie, an exile. Her last fare well to her country was from the deck of the royal yacht, which King Carlos named Amelie, in her honor. As the craft steamed away from Mafra, Queen Amelie looked down upon the flsherfolk standing mute-lipped on the shore and cried, Tt is infamyl Au revoir!"
 Life's Vicisstudes.
 How uncertain the title to throne or principality! Amelie, born to be a queen was the daughter of the late Comte de Paris. Her birthplace was in England whither the comte and his countess had gone when France gave them warning that the tri-color could not longer give them shelter
 When she had grown to maidenhood Carlos came a-woolng, and in making her his queen he gave to Portugal both rose and thorn.
 Before Portugal disposed of King Manuel in a diplomatic way three reigning monarchs of the wave washed, vineclad country had met death tragically. Pedro V. fell a vic tim to a poison known to the mystics