The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-09-25
CHAPTER xxxv,.


There are old people living in Eng
land today who remember hearing
their fathers and mothers speak Of q
young Frenchman Of uncommon per-
sonality, constantly seen with Prince
Louis Napoleon during the last days
OF his life in London in the year 1910.
Lady Constance Cecil nicknamed this
Frenchman 'the Princes bright
shadow There seemed to be a
closer tie than brotherhood between
them. and the tradition runs that the
mystical Prince had q superstition
that his luck went with him In the
person Of the Chevalier Beaupre.
The days OF that summer month
were full days for the conspirators.
On the surface, arranged to be seen
OF the world and to throw the world
on its guard, was a steady round Of
gaiety; at one brilliant function after
another the peasant Francois shared
the honors and the lionixing of the
Prince. Because his visionary eyes
looked through things Of tinsel to
realities. the tinsel did not dazzle
him.
He gased at the butterflies OF the
world who fluttered about him and
saw people with kind hearts. And
the butterflies themselves we-e sci.
dom 30 tawdry but that they respond
ed to the simplicity and loving kind
ness which he held out to them. Few
human telegram stations fail utterly
to take the message when the great
universal wireless OF reality sounds
the note. So that Francois, not sus-
pecting 1t, gained In q few weeks on
many English hearts hold whose
memory has not yet died away.
Beyond this evident social side of
the London life lay the hidden life
Of preparation for the event to como
the attempt on Boulogne. And In
this both the Prince and his close
follower and friend really breathed
and had their being. There was con-
slant excitement, constant labor, con-
slant anxiety. Once. toward the end
Of the time, Francois was sent on q
flying trip to France, to make ar
rangements unsafe to trust to writ.
ing, for the Princes affair. While on
French soil he found time for a two
hours visit to vicques and saw hts
mother and Alike and the general.
Pietro, also, he saw; Pietro. who was
to have Joined the Prince in London
by now, and who had instead inca
FACILITATED himself for fighting for
months to come. A village child had
run suddenly out under his horse
feet, and Pietro, saving the child, had
thrown the horse and had been badly
hurt. SO he lay fretting his heart
out silently at the castle, and when
Francois stood by his bed, brillian,
and tense as an arrow on it's way, Pie
tro took his friends hand In both his
own and gripped It with all his force
and then turned hts face to the wal
without word. II was always Fran
co.'s who was the hero.
So that the Princes secretary sped
back to England. sore in heart to miss
the friend OF his lifetime at his side
in the good tight to come, yet toe
intellectually ready for the work tt
be anything but an eager sword 1.
the Princes hand. The day for which
he had longed oil his life was at hand
The general had sent him OF to Il
with a rough soldierly blessing: Alike
had kissed him sisterly; his mothel
, had stood In the farmhouse door
| shielding with her hand those calm
saint-like eyes. and he saw her lip
move as he looked back and knew
what she said 40 she watched hin
ride away to fight for Prince LOUIS
| To fight for the Prince. Who coulf
tell II ever ne might ride back dow
that familiar road under the chest
nuts?
(ceNtInusdS.