Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1912-05-28

CHAPTER XIII. (Continued.)
There is nothing the world will not
condone nor forget, and in twenty
years a new generation arises TO
whom the scandals of the old are OF
slight significance. Men, too. are less
uncharitable than we believe them.
began to ask myself whether my son
might not return; whether, lndeeu,
his act were so irreparable as IT mao
seemed. Was not the reunion OF 1atne.
and son SO long separated, calculateo
to soften the hardest? My people love
me I have no need to surround myseil
with guards and secret agents; as
move among them, often with my llttle
grandchildren on either side, clinglng
to nv hands, my reception Is one 70
touch the heart. I can see eyes
moisten: honest faces brighten; every
where that look of goodwill, or a11ec-
ton, not am proud to beneve- lol
the old Emperor alone. but lot the
man he is and has tried to BE- =,
Surely, said to myself, they VIII
be with me If recall my son. Inc
sight Of an old father, white haired
and broken, holding out his arms IN
forgiveness, is one too human, too al
fecting to be met with scorn. They
also will forgive, every father among
them. every mother, every son. Then
lit was I began my search, sending
forth agents to every corner OF the
globe. For years it went on, without
the least success, until my special
bureau, whose service it was to read
every paper printed, learned OF you
in Nanaswan, and seized clue we
we're not slow to follow. We were I'm.
PEELED to extraordinary exertions. |
sent my chief of the secret police to
New York with unlimited powers and
unlimited money. He surrounded you
with an army Of spies, who reported to
him. and then to me by cable; every
thing was done, permissible or some
times not permissible, to gain from
YOU that information for which
would have given all the life I have
left.
There is the story, Mr.. Broughton.
I make no offers Of reward; make
no threats; both, appreciate now,
were mistaken. simply ask you-beg
you-to tell me where my son Is"
For a while Matt remained silent,
too dazed to answer.
II must make a single stipulation
he said at length THAT we land to.
gether, alone, you and land II your
Majesty will permit, my wife-and II
your son decides to stay you Will
promise to respect his wishes"
'He will come" said the Emperor
"My son will not refuse
Matt thought Of Mirovna, and was
less positive He wondered whether
he should inform the old man OF her
existence, but refrained.
.T can do nothing without your Ma.
iesty's PROMISE he said. "The de.
cision must be left to the prince; he
must be free to choose-free to stay II
he prefers.
the Emperor, with touch OF quer'
ulousness. "Compulsion would be
worse than wrong; it would be ridicu'
lous. Why do you still hesitate? 1t is
not kind to keep me in suspense"
II am not hesitating, your Majesty;
I am only asking myself whether you
may not be mistaken in thinking, my
friend to be your son."
|Mistaken! How is it possible to be
mistaken! That ring he gave you-it
was one he always wore. The tenacity
you have shown In guarding his name
and his story, does it not speak Of the
most peremptory instructions? The
money you spent on his behalf in sgd.
ney, Brisbane, Thursday Island
Tahiti, Guayaquil, San Francisco, was
| It not invariably in Bank of England
CASTORIA FaIntans and Children.