The Green Forest tribune., 1910-12-02
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 cast out by Portugal, adds &N1 one to the little group of fM Zga wretched women who once s=fhStS@E were queens and now eX- AAe=A4=s='== lies. without a country, without home. They are a pathetic group and well are they called Queens of Sorrow: The mad Carlotta. once empress of Mexico; the wandering Eugenie, once empress of the French, and now the beautiful Amelie. until a few weeks ago queen of Portugal.
 It would be difficult to say which of the three is the most miserable. In the case of poor Carlotta insanity has kindly cast a curtain over her mind. So she at least may not know how full is the cup of her wretchedness.
 While the gay breezes played in the bunting festooned from the govern ment buildings and troops in bright uniforms swung with spirit along the broad avenues and under triumphal arches that proclaimed the greatness of the Mexico of today on the occasion of that country's one hundredth year of freedom from the rule of Spain, the vacant mind of Carlotta gave signs of a temporary awakening.
 It was the great Hidalgo that lib erated Mexico; it was the Hidalgos Of a later day that bore MaXimilian to the plains of Queretaro, looped the kerchief over his eyes and gave the signal to the file of soldiers to fire. Men, aim at my heart" was Maxi milian's only request. Easily granted. He fell dead upon his own shadow and became a monarchial memory. And with his passing contemporaneous history came to know the first Of these three Queens of Sorrow.
 Beginning of Life's Eclipse.
 When the half score rifles flashed the fire which robbed Carlotta of her emperor she was standing in the audi ence-room of the Vatican appealing for aid that the pope was powerless to grant. Mexico had repudiated Elm peror MaXimilian. The French troops that had held his monarchy together, following the Civil war in our own country, had been withdrawn. The empress had gone abroad with a prayer on her lips to save the throne for him she loved. First she went to Louis Napoleon, who had bestowed the bauble of kinship. He could do nothing. Then she turned to the pope. Again the inevitable negative shake Of thu head. Passing from the audi 0ynn o'erspTead the face of the empress Then she laughed-a low and guttural laugh. The beginning of the end had come.
 The birds in the Borda gardens. how sweetly they sing, Do you not near them my MaXimilan?" she asked looking far off The attend ants made answer as best they could in soothing phrase and bore her away away to the north, where a court was formed. with it's chamberlains, la dfes-in-waiting and others of whatever name md title satellites of a crown are known. And here they sat her an empress gone mad-upon the throne Of believe
 Lonb years she has reigned in empty fancy For a time the formali ties of court life were followed with a punctiliousness almost real: for a time jeweled crown rested upon her last whitening hair and she wore the ermlnes and purple velvets of royalty. for time she bestowed phantom hon. ors upon those who knet. as do char m ho1 her But not now. Fifty and odd years have about done for the feeble body the work that the tragic episode of early womanhood did for the brain
 Awaiting the End.
 The palace wherein they are wait ing for the end is remote and forest hidden. It Is near Brussels and has the name Chateau de Bouchard. Of money to maintain it in magnificence there is plenty-Leopold l. was Car lotta's father. He left to her and her sister the bulk of his great fortune. King Leopold, the ruler of Belgium and the Congo and the royal spender of Paris, who died recently, was her brother
 Maximilian lived to know that his empress had been bereft of her req son, but Carlotta to this day doesn't know her emperor died at the hands of military executioners.
 When her lusterless eyes seemed to gleam with returning intelligence, as the cable told a few weeks ago, she grasped the arms of her chair and rising, felt her way across the cham Der as if in search of something. She smiled at figure on a vase and her lips moved. She passed to a table whereon stood a jardiniere of fragrant roses. Again the lips seemed about to give coherent utterance. A lady-in- waiting took the feeble arm and fol-