The Detroit times., 1913-09-27

smut out MS fTlenuS. Tnere WAS no
hint OF wavering In the poised mind;
there Was no shadow OF doubt of his
destiny, yet the man was very human.
and tonight great loneliness seized
him. These good fellows who were
risking their lives and their fortunes
for him wer edevoted TO him without
doubt, yet what did il amount to?
That they hoped for advancement
through him. II would be absurd to
resent; one and all they believed that
he would be Emperor: they knew that
he would be grateful their fortunes
we're made n tomorrow should sue
coed. They had much friendliness for
him--he realized that under his
fathers taciturn manner he had his
mothers gift OF winning hearts and
that his followers loved HMM a
way. But what did II amount to-
love of followers for Prince? He
longed tonight for something more
personal, and suddenly. with q pang.
he knew what he wanted-like the
homesick lad who had cried himself
to sleep at the Tuilleries twenty-five
years before. he wanted his mother
The tie between Hortense and this
youngest and dearest son had been
close. and this was the first great
event of his eventful life in which her
clear mind and daring spirit had not
played its part. Before his attempt
on Strasburg. now three years ago,
he had prepared two letters. one in
case OF success, one OF failure. TO be
sent on pOst-haste to the Queen, Ill at
Arenenberg: tonight there was NO
one to write TO. no one to whom HIS
success or failure meant more than
70 himself. Ali that warmth and eager
hopefulness. which had outlasted dan
ger and exile and illness and age.
had gone from earth. and the body
OF Hortense lay In the little church
OF Revil. near MalmaisOn. The EN-
peror-to-be dropped into q chair. his
head fell and his outstretched arms
rustled amid the plans of Notifications
and the writing under his cheek was
wet. The weakness was only for .
moment. and quietly. a. he did every
thing, the Prince pulled himself to-
gether. He sat erect and listened.
Thelin was brushing clothes with en-
ergy In the bedroom, and through an
other door there came q light sound
OF paper turned, Of . gay song sung
softly And . glow suddenly warmed
the Princes heart; here WAS some one
who had known his mother. who had
been, indeed. for . few days her son:
here was some one who cared for
him, he believed It. With q half-con-
Stunning flame OF devotion. Since the
mans arrival from Virginia SIX weeks
hoforn - have hlvn uaar him ale Nod
been q pleasure to Louis Bonaparte;
he seemed to bring back the freshness
Of his early days. OF the young conn
dence when his star shone for him.
distant perhaps. but undimmed by the
black clouds which drove now across
It, He was a bit superstitious about
Francois 90 well, with IN idea, which
he spoke to no one. that pivotal
interest Of his career rested In the
modest figure.
Have Z care Of that young man,
my Prince" had said General Mon
tholon, the old soldier. do not trust
him too far"
The Princes faint smile Cleaned. II
would trust the empire to his loyal
heart, General"
But yes" answered the general
swiftly. TO his heart, but not to his
head. He ID Of the dreamers--a Wis
ionary. He might ruin many months
work with one good Intention And
the Prince reflected, but did not agree.
He rose. this night in Boulogne. as
the paper rustled and the little
French provincial chanson sounded
from the room where Francois Beau-
pre-. now his secretary. had been In
stalled, and stepped to the closed
door.
de tous cote's ION que je suis
bette"
Francois sang softly. The Prince
smiled He knew the song and It's
place In Francois history. Az he
opened the door the singing stopped;
the young man sprang respectfully to
hts feet. letter grasped in his hand,
and stood waiting.
Sire" he said.
Prince Louis flung out his hand
with q gesture Of impulsiveness
strange to his controlled manner. yet
not out Of drawing to those who knew
him we'll. "Ah, Francois" he cried.
Let the titles 60 for tonight. Say
Louis. as on that day when We first
saw each other; when the four chill.
dren played together In the old cha.
teau ruins. have q great desire to
hear some one who loves me speak
my name, simply as friend to friend.
With all those good fellows"-and he
tossed q wave Of the hEnd to the door
by which the conspirators had left
him-"with my officers. It ID neces-
sary to keep up formality--I realize
1t. But you. my inspired peasant, are
different. You stand in no class; you
would guard my dignity more quick
ly than !. myself. i can trust II to
you.
The memory of my mothers voice
calling me Louis IL In your heart;
call me 90, then. tonight, my friend
as II we were indeed the brothers We
once had to be for Ave days" And
Francois smiled his radiant exquisite
smile and answered quietly. But
yes, my brother-Louis." And went
on, II believe l shall not sleep tonight,
Louis. believe ! am too happy to
sleep"
As one reads q novel for relaxation
In the strain Of critical business or.
fair, Prince Louis caught at the dis
traction OF this side issue. The next
morning was planned TO the last de-
tail; there was nothing to do till day.
light, yet he could not sleep at pres
ent. Here was q romance Of some
sort. lie sank back on the cushions
of the couch Of Lieutenant Alader.