The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-09-22

name, II was set In his memory,
had been in that tenacious memory
since an afternoon Of 1924, when u
runaway schoolboy prince had slipped
over the Jura. and played with three
other children, about q ruined castle;
he saw Francois Beanpre take rev
erently In his hand the sword which
Napoleon had held-and then the
alarm! That was a fine signt-tne
dash Of the youngster through the
startled mob OF Austr1ans; the nyinS
leap to the horse; the skFmash 10
get free. and. az last. the rush OF
the chase.
He had seen 1t all, watching quietly
while his mother and the landlord I'M
plored him to hide himself. That
young Frenchman-if he should De
alive-if ever he should meet him
again Prince Louis would not forget
II was psychological that he should
have been thinking this when knock
sounded deferentially on the door OF
the room. But picturesque coinc'-
dences happen In lives az well a. on
the stage; In Louis Napoleons there
was more than one "Entrez! he
called sharply, and then. come In!
The door swung slowly and Aaron,
white-aproned and whiteeyebalied,
stood In II
~Marse Prince" he stated with a
dignity of service which crowned
heads could not daunt, "ole Marse
SEN mo bring you dis hyer Marse
Gopray,"
A light figure stepped before the
black and white OF Aaron. and halted,
and bowed profoundly. The light
from the window shone on the face
and the dark immense eyes that nfted
toward Prince Louis, and for q mo-
ment he stared. pushed. Was he In
the present? Surely this man was
part Of the past which he had been
reviewing. Surely he had played
role IN the Princes history-where?
With q flashing thought into the
years he knew.
Mon ami" cried Louis Bonaparte.
and sprang forward and stretched out
both hands. his loyalty forgotten In
the delight Of seeing q lace which
recalled his youth and his mother.
Francois, two minutes later. found
himself standing. bursting with loyal
ty and pride, with the Princes hands
clasping his. and the Princes trans
formed face beaming on him.
You rode like the devil" said the
prince. But the Austrians had the
horses. That poor Blelbleu! How
did you get away? Where have you
been? Mon Dieu. but we looked for
you. Zappt and II"
But no. your highness. I did not
get away" smiled Francois Beaupre
as II impartins joyful bit Of news.
They caught me-"
And he told briefly his story Of the
| five years In prison, OF the desperate
| escape. OF the rescue and voyage to
America, OF his wrecked health, not
yet re-estabdished. Through the &C.
count shone the unconQuerable
:, French gaiety. Another thing there
was which q Frenchman and q Bon
aparte could not fail to see-thAt the
thought Of his service to the house
Of Bonaparte had been a sustaining
pride. and the hope of future service
an inspiring hope With entire faith
In his won mission. held to through
years of trial. Prince Louis knew the
keynote Of that faith, and heard its
sound like music through the other
mans words. Here also was q life
with q guiding star, and his spirit
stirred to see that the star which
led the other was his own. That cur
rents. which would one day meet in
the great river Of his power, ran un-
derground through the world, was
7 part of his belief; here was one Of
them. Who knew what this man was
fated to mean to him? Three times
already he had dropped into his path
from a clear sky; twice he had saved
his life by headlong eager sacrifice,
and here, thousands Of miles from
those scenes, the light figure. the
startling eyes appeared to him again,
at another time Of deep discourage
ment. 1t seemed q happy omen; sup
erstitution and gratitude laid hold
together ON the Princes troubled
mind. He threw himself back into
Colonel Hampton's leather armchair.
throne-like In impressiveness and
size; the mask of impassivity closed
on his colorless features.
sit there. Monsieur" he ordered.
"and tell me your life"
Simply, yet dramatically az was his
| gift, the young man went over the
tale which he had told to Lucy Hamp-
ton, that and more And the prince
listened to every word. He. too. had
! the French sensitiveness to theatrical
effect, and his over-wrought imaginar
! ton seemed to see the hand Of des-
tiny visibly Joining this story Of his.
Here was q legacy from Napoleon; an
! instrument created by his uncle
which he, the heir. should use. Al
ready the man had proved that he
brought good fortune; already he had
deserved we'll of the Bonapartes; al
ready his entire confidence In the re-
turn of the family to their own had
cheered the lonely prince beyond be-
lief. There was a long silence when
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Francois had finished, and Louis
deep-pitched voice broke It.
lone day perhaps q marshal OF
France under another Bonaparte,
he repeated thoughtfully. 1T was the
accolade, the old right Of royalty,
and gazed, as II rejecting, at the otn'
er mans face.
Heightened color told how much
| 10 meant TO Francois Beaupre to hear
| those words spoken by the prince. He
waited q moment before he answered.
May the God above kings bring
| YOUR highness to your throne" he
| said low. as II the weight of the wish
hushed him. THAT should be a
marshal of your highnees empire 10
rot of importance. yet It was the
prophecy of the emperor. 1t VIII nap
nen-I believe Il will happen ~ surely
Il - ht~hcaaa will he emUerOr"