The Detroit times., 1913-09-10

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always that ! should have a part IN
your Highness' fate"
Louis Napoleon, in spite OF prac-
tical Woodworking qualities. a sentt-
mentalist. a dreamer, above all man
dominated by destiny. felt "A quick
shrill. Unknown forces were work
ing throughout Europe 10 place him
one day OH his uncle's throne; such
was the profound belief OF his life.
Might not this mans words, electrical
with sincerity. point TO his existence
as one of those forces? 1t was as II
he had come suddenly on deep water
trickling underground through dry
country. He plunged his hand into
the spring.
Tell me" he ordered.
But the Queen saw only the vaga-
ries of irresponsible boys in this spas
modic conversation; it was import
ant to arrange matters: she brushed
aside the short vague sentences, and
the Prince, flicker of smile on
his grave face, was silent.
In the gray dawn of the next morn
ing there was slight stir through
the palace, and out between the lines
of drOwsy Austrian sentinels passed a
procession of whose true character
they were far from being aware, else
history had changed. The guard
watched the departure; the sick lady
-Hortense---late queen of Holland. as
they all knew more or less. clearly,
drove away slowly I'm her travelling
caleche, and on the box was young
man In the livery OF groom whom no
one OF the half-awake soldiers knew
for Prince Louis Napoleon; In the
middle of the second carriage sat an
other youth of two or three years
younger who was, the Queens SER
wants had been told, the Marquis
Zappi. Their passports were exam
ined and they went through the gates
OF the city without awakening the
least suspicion. But Hortense, as she
lay back In the caleche, felt her heart
batter against it's covering SO that
each breath was pain; her mouth
seemed parched; when she tried to
speak the words would not come, or
came In gasps: 1t seemed an agon-
were passed. And all the while the
sick boy, SO carefully guarded from a
cold breath of air for days back, sat
outside in chilly drizzle. and his
mothers anxiety was of yet another
sort as she felt the dampness blow
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a soo o. relief as they gained the
'fields-yet their dangers were. only
begun. All over the country which
they were about to cover they we're
known, the dethroned queen and her
two sons. and. Louis Napoleon's i'm
mobile young face was of an individ-
uality not to be forgotten.
Not once In all their dramatic SER
les Of escapes and DISCUSSES were
Hortense and her sons betrayed, but
they had to fear the indiscretion OF
their friends more than the malignity
Of their enemies. and this part Of Italy
was full of friends high and low.
Over and over again they were rec
ognized, but mother and son learned
to trust the untiring watchfulness
the ready resources OF the Marquis
Zappi's understudy. the young French.
man who had so fortunately and cas-
lily fitted into the empty place on
their program The great dark eyes.
smodering with unspoken loyalty,
were always watching the prince, and
he saved the invalid's strength and
softened the hardships Of travel In
countless ways: no chance seemed to
escape him. Louis Napoleon, living
an intense life under cold and re-
served exterior, responding as to an
electric wire, to every thread of incl
dent which seemed a possible fiber In
the fabric weaving, he believed, for
him--the fabric OF his imperial pow
er--LOuis Napoleon lost none OF the
young mans devotion. There was
little conversation between them, for
the sick boy, often in great pain. had
no strength to spare from the excit-
ing and strenuous days, where adven-
ture and escape succeeded adventure
and escape, where each step meant
danger. and each turn OF the road
anxiety. But his heart was touched
with gratitude which his impressive
face was far from showing; he would
remember his old playmate. Francois
Beaupre.
At last II 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 pass
port was made out. The clothes
which Beaupre was to wear had be-
longed to the young man dead at
Forli-Louis Bonaparte's brother
and as he presented himself dressed
in them, he saw the painful flush
which cropt upon the princes face.
Your highness. | am sorry he
stammered 1T IL grief to me-" And
then he threw himself impulsiyely ON
his knees by the side OF Louis chair.
MY Prince. wear them with rever-
e,ice" he said, and then. hesitating.
he added: Perhaps / would seem less
unworthy If your Highness knew that.
mere secretary as I am, ] am yet
more. ! am noble u is not simple
Francois Beaupre whom you honor,
but u man created chevalier by the
sword OF the emperor.
The dull eyes Of the prince shot a
glance between dropping lids. What
is II you mean, Monsieur" he de-
manded But at the moment the queen
entered the ROOM and the lads sprang
to their feet Her eyes caught the
picture oi the young Frenchman in
his new dress at once: they opened
wide and then filled with tears.
Louis. Louis" she said, 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 OH Hortense wished
Francois with her as much as posi-