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

ped the mind of Alike, and she said
what she hated herself for saying, and
saw the quick result In the downcast
misery Of poor Francois face. And
then the same cruel, wise angel turn
ed his attention to Francois. III she
thinks that. let her." whispered the
perverss one. Let 1t 30 at that say
yes"
And Francois lifted mournful eyes
and repeated, THAT you should love
Pietro-yes--that IL what have
wished for all my life"
CHAPTER xxxv.
Summoned,
On the morning OF May 8, 1910, the
sun shone gaily In London. 1t filter
ed in intricate patterns through the
curtains which shaded the upper win
and the breeze lifted the lace, and
the bent head Of q young man who
sat at 4 writing-table A lock Of hal.
had escaped on his forehead and the
air touched II, lifted It, us II to say
Behold the Napoleonic curl! See
how he 10 like his uncle!"
But the pen ran busily, regardless
OF the garrulous breeze; there was
much to do for hard-working prince
who found time to be the hero Of ball
rooms, the center Of q London sea-
son, and yet could manipulate his
agents throuUhout the garrisons OF
Francef and plan and execute q revo-
luton. Il was the year. when the
body OF Napoleon the First was
brought from st. Helena to Paris, and
LOulo BOnaparto had resolved, in that
steady mind which never lost it, grip
on the reason Of being Of his exist
ence, that with the ashes Of the en-
peror his family should come back to
France. For months the network had
been spread, was tightening, and now
the memory which held It's friend
ships securely always, took thought
Of q Frenchman living in Virginia. As
soon - his letter was finished to his
father--the pen few across the lines:
"The sword OF Austerlitx must not
be In an enemy's hands," he wrote to
his father. 1T must stay whore 1t
may again b lifted In the day Of dan
ger for the glory OF France" His
letters we're apt to be slightly ora
torical; 1t was moreover the fashion
OF the day to write 30.
He raised his head and stared into
the street. It was enough to decide
his expedition for this summer that
General Bertrand, well.meaning, and
ill-judging. had given to Louis
PHILIPPE the arms Of the emperor. to
be placed In the Invalides. Dvery
member Of the Bonaparte family was
aroused, and to the heir It was q
trumpet call. He could hardly wait
to 30 to France, to reclaim that In
oSR Anf I'D
the letter to the exiled king, his faith
er, 4 gloomy and lonely old man
whom the son did not forget through
years spent away from him.
Then he drew out q fresh sheet Of
paper. and his faint smile cleaned;
for the thought Of this, adherent In
Virginia was pleasant to him.
'Chevalier Francois Beaupre." he
headed the letter. and began below.
My friend and Marshal Of Some
Day" He considered Q moment and
wrote quickly as II the words boiled
to the pen. The baton awaits you.
Come. l make an expedition within
three months, and l need you and
your faith In me. Our stars must
shine together to give full light. SO,
mon ami, Join me here at the earliest.
that the etnperor's words may come
true. LOUIS BONAPARTE."
A knock at the door and q man en-.
tered, o man who seemed sure Of his
right In the room, who moved about
the prince 90 II he were 4 bit OF per-
sonal belonging, an extra arm or leg
ready to slip into place. The prince
looked up afEectionately at the valet
de- place who had been his mothers
servant. who recalled .boyish days In
Switzerland: who had managed es-
capes and DISCUSSES In the youthful
exciting times Of the italian insurrec-
tion. the dangerous journey from An
coma; who even now, under Thelin.
was getting together uniforms and
equipments, was casting buttons Of
the fortieth regiment for the great
event that was ia the air.
TritS. hers are letters to mall"
He pushed them toward the man;
then, - the last clipped from under
his hand. he curved his fingers about
Il. BE careful Of this one, Fritz" he
said. 1T ought to bring me the bright
ness OF my star"
Across the water. in Virginia, two
years had made few changes. On the
June day whom the princes letter lay
In the post-ofnce Of Norfolk the last
OF the roses wero showering pink and
red over the gardens In . sudden
brsoss. The leaves Of the trees that
archsd the road that lead to Roanoke
house were sAppy green, just lately
fully spread, and glorious with fresh
ne0o. Their shadows, dancing on the
white pike, were sharp-cut against
the bri9AtnoQa And through the
iisht-pisrced cave Of shade . man