South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-11-18
ARomdRe Of neutrality-suspicious.
TIE MARSHAL
ByMary Raymond Shipman Andrews
|1s1H"r The Perfect XZbu1e. etc.
COp,rEht The coussrr

! had come off with his life and only
so much the worse. No sooner was
Francois on his feet than Alike
startled them by turning on the inno-
cent and surprised Pietro in a perfect
fury'of scOrn.
He is not dead-but that is not
your fault" she threw at him. You
who love him so much, You let him
go into that danger"
"But-but 1 didn't know he was GO
ing, Alike" stammered Pietro. IT
was-so quick"
Quick? Yes. Francois was quick.
Why weren't you quick, too? 1t is al
ways Francois Why don't you do
something brave once in a while
Why don't you make people admire
you. not always FrancOis?"
Il like people to admire Francois,
Pietro answered sturdily. L admire
him. too" Then, his shyness lost in
| eagerness to set the case right with
| Alike, he went on. Francois always
has a thing done before 1 think of it,
That is not my fault. 1 believe
should not have been afraid To do that
i-but--FrancOis did it."
1T is always So" said Alike in deep
disgust Francois always does it
If you would only prove once that you
| have-courage."
And at that the stranger broke in,
smiling his faint smile. "Ma6emoiselle
Alike is severe" he said gently. mo
| one can doubt the courage of q Mar
quis Zappi." He faced with a quick
movement to Francois, and his look
changed. One would not have
! thought that the controlled cold fea-
| lures could so show warmth. Il have
to thank you for my life. Monsieur
| the peasant" he said, and held out his
: hand. Moreover, it is seldom that q
| prophecy is so quickly fulfilled
They gazed at him, fascinated by a
dignity in him which seemed new.
! He went on. You said a few min
utes ago that you should one day dc
a thing worth while for a Bonaparte
You have done it. You have saved
my life"
Bewildered, the children stared. re-
| luctant to comprehend something
which seemed out of possibility; Fran
co.'s hand crept to his cap and he
pulled it off and stood bareheaded.
Monsieur, who are you?" he
| brought out.
The strange boys vanishing smile
| frightened his face a second. Il am
Louis Bonaparte," he said yIie<ly.
The little court of three stood about
the young prince, silent. And in a
moment, in a few sentences. he had
| told them how, the day before, he
had been seized with a hunger for the
| air of France, which he had not
| breathed since, as a boy of seven, his
mother had escaped with him from
Paris during the Hundred days. He
! told them how the desire to stand on
| French soil had possessed him. till al
| last he had run away from his tutor
and had found the path from his ex-
! lied home, the castle of Arenenberg
in the canton of ThurgOvie, in Switzer-
| land, over the mountains into the Jura
valley.
1t is imprudent" he finished the
| tale calmly. The government would
turn on all its big engines in an up
| roar to catch one schoolboy, if il wa:
known. But L had to do it." He
threw back his head and filled hi!
| lungs with a great breath. THE all
| of France" he whispered in an ectasy
The romantic spirit of this boy always
| flashed out as a surprise from beneath
his calm self-contained exterior
! Then, in his usual quiet tones, Il an
! fortunate he said. Il have falleI
| into the hands of frie,.fs. MademOi
| selle Alixe-the pretty name"-and h
! smiled his eVanescent Smile-''is al
| most of my family because of he
father: Monsieur the peasant ha
proved his loyalty with his life, and
HE turned to the tall Pletro-i
Bonaparte safe with Monsieur tn
Marquis Zappi."
81 am Pietro," stated the boy shyly
] (TO be continued.)