South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-11-27
ARomdRG Of neutrality-suspicious.
TIE MARSHAL
Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews
'sz'~ The Perfect HZbUze. etc.

(Continued from Wednesdayl

Continued from Wednesday,
AT length it was time for Prince
Louis and the sham marquis to drop
their liveries and travel as the sons
OF the English woman for whom
their passport was made out. The
clothes which Beaupre was TO wear
mad belonged TO the young man dead
at Forli-LOuis BOnaparte's brother
and as he presented himself dress
ed IN them. he saw the painful flush
which crept upon the princes face.
Your highneSs. am sorry he
stammered- 1T Is grief to me- And
then he threw himself impulsively on
his knees by the side of Louis chair.
My prince ! wear them with rever-
ence." he said. ana then, hesitating.
he added: Perhaps ] would seem
less unworthy If your highness knew
that, mere secretary as 1 am, | am
yet more. ] am noble. 1t is not
simple Francois Be3upre whom you
honor but a man created chevalier
by the sword of the emperor"
The dull eyes OF the prince shot a
glance between dropping lids What
is it you mean. monsieur" ne de-
manded But at the moment the
queen entered the room. and the lads
sprang to their feet. Her eyes caught
the picture of the young Frenchman
in his new dress at once; they opened
wide and then filled with tears.
Lois. Louis," she cried. and laid
her hand on his arm. He looks like
him; he looks like NapOleon!"
And the brother. considering. saw
that there was a certain likeness. in
the alert figure and the dark pale
face. From that on Hortense wished
Francois with her as much as pos
Slble. and as he was supposed to be
her son it was natural that he should
be. There was a rushing anxious day
or two. a frontier passed in the mid
die of the night where trouble with q
sleepy commissioner almost brought
disaster upon them: there was a city
to be gone through in broad daylight,
which was filled with travelling Eng
liSh, any one of whom might know
the queen; there was a foolish. en-
thusiastic. young officer who noisily
greeted the prince at another post;
there were hairbreadth escapes every
where. At length one night, in the
valley of Chiana, they came to q quiet
little village where, so near were they
nights rest. After this new luxury
the party. refreshed and encOurag-
ed, breakf2sted together the next
morning.
A defereEtial knock sounded at the
thusiastic, young ojcer who noisily
co.'s sprang to 1t. and the landlord
stood In the opening, bowling elabor-
ately-a soldierly old man with thick
griZzled hair.
"A thousand pardons for disturb
ing niladi and the messieurs," and
milad smiled forgiveness. Might an
old soldier of the emperor dare to
say that one could not help knowing
the emperor's kinsmen?" He bowed
low again to both boyc alike, and
again Hortense smiled at him. 1t was
comforting to know that the two
seemed brothers TO the world in gem
eral, and she was so used to recog-
milton and loyalty now that they APP
peared to belong together. Might
an old soldier of the emperor dare to
show miladi-her majesty-and the
highnesses, the sword which the en-
peror himself had touched. the sword
which he, John Gredin, an old CUR
assier of the guard, had carried in
four battles? There was a little story
of the sword, n story also of the Won
derful goodness of the emperor, which
miladi-her majesty he