The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-29

where he became buried 1n rugs and
 magazines.
 "Corzica tomorrow" said the admI- | rAl
 'HnpoIenu.'' said Laura "Romance." said C'afhewe.
 ''Treasures." said M. Ferraud. HIldegarie felt uneasy Rreitmann toyed with the bread crumbs. He was | inaftpntive besides.
 Napoleon. There Is an old scan
 Gal" unused Nj. Ferraud. 'T don't
 think that any of you have heard it That will interest me-" Fitzgerald cried. ''TeII it, ''I say to you at once that the taIe is known to few and has never had any
 publicity and must never have any
 Remember that. if you please. Mir Fitz. gerald. and you also. AIr Breitmann
 ''I beg your pardon" said Breitmann. ''I was not listening"
 Nj. Ferraud repeated his request clearly.
 ''l am no longer a newspaper writer" Breitmann affirmed. clearing the fog out of hIs head "A story about Napo- leon. Will 1t be true?''
 Every word Of 1t" M. Ferraud fold. ed his arms and sat back
 During the pause HiIdegarde shIv- cred. Something made her desire mad ly to thrust d hand out and cover M. Ferraud's mouth.
 I've have all read much about Napo- leon. The emperor as a soldier was the peer of all the Caesars. As a hus- band he was vastly inferior to any of them. This story does not concern him as emperor. If in my narrative there occurs anything offensive correct me instantly. l speak English f1uPntly, but there are still some idIoms | trip on."
 'ITl trust you to steer straight enough" said the admiral.
 Thank you. Well. then. once upon a time Napoleon was in RavnrIa. The country was at that time his abIest ally. There WAS a pretty peasant girI.''
 A knife clartered to the door. Par don!' whispered HiIdegarde to Ca they've. ''I am clumsy" She was as white as the linen.
 BreIfmann went on with his crumbs.
 ''I believe" continued M Eerraud, ''thar it was in the year lH13 that the emperor res'eived a pet'uliar Iettec. lt begged that title be conferred upon a pretty little peasant boy. The em- perOr was a grim humoriSt. ! may say in paHsinR and for this infant he ere aied a burOnPtcy. threw In a parcel of land and a purse That was the end of it as far aH 1t related to the em- peror. Waterloo came aud with It vanished the empire. and it would be a long time before a baron of the em pire returned to any degree of pOpu- larity For years the matter was for gotten. The documents In the case. the letters of patent. the deeds and titles to the land and single Ma poIeOnic scrawI. these gathered dust in the loft When 1 heard IhIs tale the thing which appealed to me most kepnly was the thought that over tD Bavaria there exists the only real. di rect strain of NapoIeoDic bIOOd-a Teu ton. one of those who had brought about the downfall Of the ernpire.''
 You say exisIsT'' tnterJected Ca they've.
 Exists" laconically.
 "You have prOofsT' demanded Fitz- gerald
 ''The very hest in the world ] have not only seen those patents. but I have seen The man.
 ''Very interesting" agreed Brett mann. brushing the crumbs into his hand and dropping them on his plate "But go on
 What a mani" breathed Fitzgerald who began to zee the drift of things.
 ''I prOceed. then Two generations passed l doubt if the third genera ton of this family has ever heard of the affair Que day the last of his | race. In clearing up the aalabIe thinEH | in his hOuNe=for be had dGt.ided to | lease it-SfumbIpd on the Acant history of his rorebears. He was at school | then. a promising younGster. brave | cheerful. full of adventure and rurios | lfy Contrary to the natural sequence | of events he chose the navy. where he | did very well. But in aOme way Ger | many found out what FrRnc0 already | knew. . Here was a due chance for a stroke l of politics France hnd always watch | ed: vii hout fear. however. but with | half formed wonder Germany con the case. Why not turn this | young fellow IOoSe on France. to worry l and to harry herI So. quietly Ger many bore on the youth in that cold reutOnlc way she has, and forced him out of the navy. U
 "He was pIOr. and poverty among | German officers. tn either branch. is B bad thing. Our young friend did not penetrate the cause Of thls at first for he had no intention of utilizing his papers. save to dream over them The blood of his great fOrepPar refused to let him bow under this unjust stroke Re sought 8 craft. an interesting one The net again closed in on him. He began to grow desperate. and despera- ion was what Gsermany desired IIes 1eration would make a tool of the young fellow. Hut our young SapO- con was not without wit He plotted. put so cIeverly and secretly that never } hand couid reach out 10 stay hlm-
 cTo Be ContinuedN