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said Lucy Hampton, standing by Blue
bird and watching as the negroes
placed the bars. IF a horse refused
and turned sharp and was foolish, he
might go over. And the bank is
steep"
Lucy, you are grandmotherly per-
son." Clifford Stewart-who was an
other girl-threw at her. You would
like them all to ride in wadded wool
dressing gowns, and to have wall
padded with cotton batting to guard
them" And Lucy smiled and believed
herself overcautious.
The excited horses came dancing up
to the barriers and lifted and were
over, with or without rapping, but not
one, for the first round, refusing.
Then the bars were raised six inches;
six inches in mid-air is large space
when one must jump it. Caperton
Bayly went at it first; his mother
watched breathless as he flew for
ward, sitting erect, intense, his young
eyes cleaning. Over went his great
horse Traveller, and over the next and
the neXt-all of them; but the white
heels had struck the top bar twice
the beautiful, spirited performance
was not perfect. Harry Hampton
came next; all of the kindly multitude
gazed eagerly, hoping that the boy to
whom life had given less than the
others might win this honor he want
ed. The first bars without rapping;
the second; and a suppressed sound of
satisfaction, which might soon be a
| great roar of pleasure. hummed over
| the field. Black Hawk came rushing g,
snorting, pulling up to the third jump,
the jump where Lucy stood And as
he came a little girl, high in a car
riage, a chariot as one said then, -four
! ished her scarlet parasol in the air,
and lost hold of it, and it flew like a
huge red bird into the course, close
| to the hurdle. And Black Hawk,
strung to the highest point of his
thoroughbred nerves, saw, and a hor-
ror of the flaming living thing, as ii
seemed, caught him, and he swerved
at the bar and bolted-bolted straight
for the steep slope.
A gasp went up from the three hun.
dred, four hundred people; the boy
was dashing to death; no one stirred
every muscle was rigid-the specta-
tors were paralyzed. Not all. Fran
co.'s from his babyhood had know n
how to think quickly, and these boys
were his pride and his care; he had
thought of that possible danger which
Lucy had forseen; when the jumping
| began, mounted on his mare Aquarelle
he was posted near the head of tbs
slope. not twenty yards from the hur.
die, to be at hand in any contingency
When Hsrry's horse bolted, one touch
| put Aquarelle into motion. Like a
line of brown light she dashed at right
angles to the runaway-a line drawn
to intercept the line Of Black Hawks
fight. There was silence over the
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have rather sensible idea. l had
overlooked before, that"-he cleared
his throat and black Aaron standing
tray in hand across the room, jumped
and rolled his eyes" that" ne contin-
ued, "a man of my Importance has du-
ties of hospitality, even to a foreigner
who comes without Introduction into
the country
Aaron. tell Sambo to saddle Thun-
der, he ordered
Prince Louis. in his dingy parlor at
the inn, locked at his visitor from be-
tween half-shut eyelids, and measured
him. soul and body He considered
the invitation Tor a silent moment.
This was one of the great men of the
country. The prince had already
heard his name and the name of his
historic home It was we'll to have
influential friends, more particularly
as no letter awaited him az he had
hoped from his uncle, Joseph Bona
pnrte. with the American introduc-
lions for which he had asked. A visit
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DUCHESS MUST HAVE SMILED
Little MllIiner Faithfully Obeyed In
structions That She Thought
Had Reen Given Her.

Mr.. Lane of Washington was not
only page in the senate in the days
of Webster and Clay, but, through the
fact that his uncle kept book store
where these statesmen were accus-
toned to while away their leisure
hours. came to know them intimately
on their social side, declared that
Webster. while not given to story-tell-
ing, had one favorite little joke that
he would tell whenever the occasion
seemed opportune.
This, according to Mr.. Lane. was
the story:
There arrived at Boston a certain
duches from one of the great nations
of Europe Desiring to have some
headgear suitable for her inland
travels constructed, she sent for the
most prominent milliner in the city
to come to her apartments at the
Revere house, then the principal hotel
in New England.
The local milliner was sent all a.
futter at the distinction shown her.
but she was a province-bred little
woman of a democratic country and
knew not the ''egg-dance conventions
of Court society. Accordingly. desir-
ing to know in what manner she
should deport herself in the presence
of the titled lady she applied to the
wife of one of the Adamses, who
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SYNOPSIS.


Francois Beaupre. a peasant babe of
three years. after an amusing incident In
which Marshal Ney figures, is made
Chevalier of France by the Emperor Ma
might one day be a marshal of France
under another Bonaparte. At the age OF
ten Francois visits General Baron cas-
pard Gourgaud. who with Ahxe' ms n,s
Chateau. A soldier of the Empire unoer
Napoleon he fires the boys imaginaIlon
with stories of his campaigns me Doy
becomes a copyist for the general ana
learns of the friendship between the gen
eral and Marquis Zappi. who campalgIn I
with the general under Napoleon. MAI
the Chateau. The general agrees 10 care
for the Marquis son while the IorneF
goes to America. The Marquis asks fran
co.'s to be a friend of his son. me ppy
solemnly promises. Francois goes to the
Chateau to I've. Marquis Zappi dies leav
lag Pietro as q ward of the general.
boy rha proves TO be Prince Louis Ma
poleoh Francois saves his life. The gen,
eral discovers Francois loves Alike, anu
extracts q promise from him that ne Will
not interfere between the girl and Pietro.
Francois goes to Italy as secretary 70
Pietro. Queen Hortense plans the escape
of her son Louis Napoleon by ldisgulslns
him and Marquis zappi as her Iackeys'
Francois takes Marquis ZapplS pldce,
who IS i'll. in the escape of Hortense ana
Louis. Dressed as Louis brother Fran
co.'s lures the Austrians from the hotel al
lowing the prince and his mother to. es-
cape. Francois is a prisoner of the Aus,
TRANS for five years. in the castle owned
by Pietro in Italy. He discovers in his
guard one of Pietro's old family servants
and through him sends word to his
frieads of his plight. The general. Alike
ccis receives a note from Pietro explain
ing In detail how to escape from his
prison. Alike awaits him on horseback
and leads him to his friends on board
the American sailing vessel. the Lovely
Lucy" Francois. as a guest of Harry
Hampton, on the Lovely Lucy" goes to
America TO manage Pietro's estate IN
Virginia. Lucy Hampton falls in love
with
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Mon Anil" Cried Louis Bonaparte.
parte had been sustaining pride,
and the hope of future service an in
spring hope.
Superstition and gratitude laid hold
together on the princes troubled
mind. He threw himself back into
Colonel Hampton's leather armchair,
throne-like in impressiveness and size;
the mask of impassivity closed on his
colorless featues.
sit there, Monsieur" he ordered.
and tell me your life"
Simply, yet dramatically as was his
gift, the young man went over the
tale which he had told to Lucy Hamp-
ton, that and more. And the prince
listened to every word. He, too, had
the French sensitiyeness to theatrical
effect, and his over-wrought magma
ton seemed to see the hand of destiny
visibly joining this story to his. Here
was legacy from Napoleon; an in
strument created by his uncle, which
he, the heir, should use. There was
long silence when Francois had fin
ished, and Louis deep-pitched voice
broke it.
lone day perhaps marshal of
France under another Bolaparte,'" he
repeated thoughtfully. 1T was the
accolade, the old right of royalty"
and gazed, if rejecting, at the other
mans face.
Heightened color told how much if
20,
those words spoken by the prince
my prince. l will tell you-though
it may be of little moment to know
that it is not for my own advance.
ment that care. 1t is the truth that
l would throw away a hundred lives
if had them, to see the house of Bon
aparte rule France. 1t is only so, /
believe, that France can become great
once more. We need heroes to lead
US, we Frenchmen, not shopkeeper
kings such as Louis Philippe; If it has
not hero the nation loses courage,
and its interest in national life. But
the very name of Napoleon is inspira-
tion-it pricks the blood; monarch
Of that name on Frances throne, and
Jul COunlhy VIII WAKE, VIII i've, lou,
my prince, are the hope of the house
of Napoleon"
With quick step forward he threw
himself on his knees before the quiet
figure in the throne-like chair; he seiz-
ed the princes hand and, head bent,
kissed it with passion There was a
line of color in each cheek as his face
| lifted, and his brilliant look was shot
with q tear
IF ] may die believing that / have
helped to win your throne. l shall die
in happiness"
Prince Louis had his mothers warm
heart. and this went to it. He put his
hand on the others shoulder, famil-
iarly as if the two were equals, kins-
men.
The brotherly touch on Francois
shoulder was withdrawn, and with gen
tie dignity, with glance, the prince
lifted him to his feet. and Francois
stood happy, dazed, before him He
found himself telling his plans. his
methods. his efforts to fit himself fol
the usefulness that might be on rhs
way.
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CHAPTER XIV.
How Lucy Told.

HOW Lucy Told.
The prince was gone. There had
been festivities and formalities, great
dinners, gatherings of the Virginia no.
bility to do honor to, his highness at
Roanoke house and elsewhere; every
where the Chevalier Beaupre had been
distinguished by his highness' most
marked favor. And Lucy Hampton's
eyes had shone with quiet delight to
see it and to see the effect on her IA
Their. For the colonel, confused in his
mind as to how it might be true, re-
luctantly acknowledged that there
must be something of importance
about this Chevalier Beaupre, that a
prince should treat him as brother.
He believed that it would be best to
treat him-he aiso-at least as a gen.
tleman. So the French lessons were
continued and the Jefferson troop was
encouraged, and Francois was asked
often to Roanoke house. And as the
months rolled on he tried with every
thoughtful and considerable effort to
express to the little lady of the manor
his gratitude for the goodness of her
family. 1t troubled him more than a
little that the early friendliness and
intimacy of Harry Hampton seemed to
be wearing off The boy did not come
so often to Carnifax, and when he
came he did not stay for hours, for
days sometimes. as was his way at
first. He was uneasy with his friend.
and his friend wondered and did not
understand but hesitated to push a
way into the lads heart. He will
tell me in time." thought Francois,
and, sure of his own innocence, wait
ed for the time.
Meantime he was going home. Go
ing. much against the advice of the
Norfolk doctor, who warned him that
he was not yet we'll or strong, that
the out-of-door life in the mild Viz
ginia climate should be continued per
haps for two years more, before he
| went back to the agitation and effort
of Bonapartist agent in France. But
he could not wait; he must see his old
| home, his mother. his father, and all
| the unforgotten faces. He longed to
watch the black lashes curl upward
| from the blue of Alixe's eyes He
longed to hear her clear voice with
its boyish note of courage. 1t would
put new life into him, that voice. II
was seven years now and more since
he had left them all at a days notice
to go to Pietro in Italy-to living
death of five years, to many undream
ed OF happenings. The fever was on
I him and he must go home.
There was to be celebration fol
the new and very fashionable cavalry
troop of which Francois was the un
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CHAPTER xxIIl.-continued.

The female mind paid no attention
to the disgression. Lucy had long
ago. finally if unconsciously, put her
fathers personality into its right
place.
Father, is the prince really poor
and alone in this country?"
"Poor-yes, fancy-I am quite GER
tain, in fact Alone-that depends.
The authorities of Norfolk received
him with some distinction, the Herald
states, but he is putting up at the inn
one would conclude that he was an
invited guest at many of our great
houses"
Lucy flew like bird across to the
fireplace. Her hands went up to eth
.er side of the coloners face. Father,
quick! Have Thunder saddled, and
ride in-quick, father-and bring the
prince out here to stay with us. Give
the order to Sambo, or 1 shall"
Colonel Hampton's eyes widened
with surprise. Why, but Lucy he
;stammered. "Why-but why should
1? What claim have We"
"Oh, nonsense" and Lucy shook her
head impatiently. Who has more
claim? Aren't we Virginians of the
James river princes in our own coun-
try, too? Hasn't our family reigned
in Roanoke longer than ever his
reigned in Europe? Haven't we
enough house room and servants to
make him as comfortable as in pal
ace? But that isn't the most impor-
tant. 1t is shame to US all, father,
that no one has invited him before,
that strange gentleman of high sta
ton should have to lodge at an inn.
Why hasn't Cousin George Harrison
asked him to Brandon? And the Car
tiers at Shirley, and the people at
Berkeley-what do they mean by not
asking him? But we won't let Vir.
ginian hospitality be stained. We will
ask him. You will ride to Norfolk at
once, will you not, father dear?''
The touch on his cheek was pleas
ant to the vain and affectionate man.
but the spirit of the girls speech, the
suggestion of the courtesy due from
him as a reigning prince, to this other
prince forlorn and exiled, this was
pleasanter. He pursued his lips and
smiled down.
Out of the mouth of babes," he re
marked, and drew his brows together
as if under stress of large machinery
behind them. My little girl, you
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CHAPTER XIV.
Brothers..
prince"


Colonel Hampton's study was dark
from floor to ceiling with brown oak
wainscoting and was lightened by
dull brightness of portraits. An an
cestor in scarlet coat, the red turn
ed yellow and brown with time; an
ancestress in dimmed glory of blue
satin and lace and pearls; a judge in
his wig and gown, gave the small
room Importance A broad window
looked through bare branches, lacy
black against sky, across a rolling
country and groups of woodland
On the morning of the first day of
April, 1887 Prince Louis Napoleon
Bonaparte stood at this window, star
ing at brown fields and trying to trace
likeness between this new world
and the ancient country which he call
ed his; France, where, since he was
seven years old, he had been allowed
to spend but a few weeks; France,
which had freshly exiled him; France,
the thought of which ruled him, as he
meant one day to rule her; France. for
whom he was eating his heart out to-
from her shores
He recalled the happy life at Aren-
enberg, in Switzerland, and the work
and play and soldierly training which
all pointed, in the boys mind, to one
end-to serve Franco service which
did not at that time mean sovereign
ty, for the Duke of Reichstadt, Ma
poleon's son, was alive and the head
of the house of Bonaparte. He
thought of his short career, his and
his well-beloved brothers together,
with the Italian insurgents against the
Austrians, and the lonely mans heart
| longed for his own people as he went
over again that time of excitement
and sorrow, ending with the older
boys death at Forli and his own i'll
ness and narrow escape from capture.
What a mother!" he cried aloud,
tossing up his hands with French dem
onstrativeness, as the memory came
| to him of the days in Ancona when he
lay at deaths door, hidden in the very
room next that of the Austrian gen
eral, saved only at last by the mar
velous mothers wit and courage. The
journey through Italy to France, that
was drama enough for one life. Rec
ognized at every turn, betrayed never,
and ending with Prince Louis smiled
his slow dim smile-a fitting ending
indeed to days whose every minute
was adventure. He thought of the
landlord of the inn, the old cavalry.
man; the young Beaupre
that was the name; it was set in his
memory; had been in that tenacious
memory since an afternoon of 1924
when a runaway schoolboy prince had
slipped over the Jura, and played with
i three other children, about a ruined
castle; he saw Francois Beaupre take
reverently in his hand the sword which
i Napoleon had held-and then the
alarm. That was a fine sight-the
dash of the yoangster through the
i startled mob of Austriapa: the fyint
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Official backbone and author In the
great grassy paddock at Bayly's Folly
the proud mother of eighteen-year-old
Caperton Bayly-irst lieutenant. and
the most finished horseman in the Vir-
ginia country-had invited the gentry
from miles about to feast with her and
to watch her son and his friends show
how the Cheyalier Beaupre had made
them into soldiers. They came in
shoals, driving from far OF over bad
roads In big lurching chariots. or rid
ing in gay companies. mostly of older
men and girls and young boys, be-
cause all of the gilded youth were in
the ranks that day
When the drill was over there was to
be rough riding and jumping Hur-
dies were swiftly dragged out and
placed in a manner of ring.
This one is very close to the bank"
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of a few days at this place of Roam
oke could do no harm and might lead
to good.
81 thank you very much, Monsieur
lie Colonel" he said gravely, yet gra-
ciously. You are most good to de-
sire. that / visit you. l will do SO
with pleasure"
Out they rode through the sun
lighted, wind-whipped country, doing
restfully through its last winters nap,
stirring already at the step of lively
April on the threshold. The air was
sharp, and nipped at the princes fin
gers and toes, but it was exhilaration
to be across a horse again, and the
exile's spirit-the case-hardened heart
of steel which failure and misfortune
never broke till it broke forever at
Sedan-grew buoyant. That some
thing about the outside of horse
which is good for the inside of a man"
worked its subtle charm on this fin
ished horseman and horse lover, and
he was gently responsive as the col
onel talked fluently on.
Does it so happen, Monsieur lie
Colonel, that there is in these parts
a Frenchman of-of instructions
man whom l might use as secretary
l shall have need tomorrow to write
letters. Would you know of such a
man, Monsieur lie Colonel?"
Nothing pleased Monsieur lie Col
onel more than to be master Of the sit
uation. Most certainly he an
swered blandly and felt that the
prince must notice how no demand
could find Colonel Hampton at loss.
Most certainly. My daughter
French master would be the very fell
low. He is intelligent and well edu-
Gated, and what is more, he is most
ardent adherent of your family, prince
He has talked to Miss Hampton with
such vehement enthusiasm that, by
the Lord Harry, l believe she expects
to see you fly in with wings, sir-I be-
lieve she does,' and the colonel laugh
ed loudly and heartily. 1t was as good
joke as he had ever made.
And before them, at that mo-
ment, rose a stately picture, A
large old house, built of dark red brick
brought from England, lowered sud
denly from out of the bare trees of its
| park like a monument of calm hos
pitality. Its steep roof was set with
dormer windows; it's copings and its
| easements were white stone; a white
stone terrace stretched before it. Al
| one front, as they came, was the car
riage entrance, and the squares of 6
formal English garden, walled with
! box hedges, lay sleeping before the
| springtime; at the opposite side {
wide lawn fell to massive brick wall
spaced with stone pillars, guarding
the grounds from the flowing of the
James river. Colonel Hampton gazeC
at the home of his people and then a
his guest, and he cast the harness O
| his smallnesses and stood out in the
simple and large cordially which il
the heritage above others of southern
people.
Your are welcome to Roanoke
prince" he said.
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Bobbie Burns, eranddauohter

An action has been entered in Dunn
fries sheriff court by Miss Annie Beck
EFT Burns of Cheltenham, the only sur
viving granddaughter of the Scottish
poet, claiming ito have herself, as the
nearest of kin, declared executrix Of
certain hitherto unconfirmed personal
estate of the said Robert Burns" This
is a sequel to the recent announce
ment that the Liverpool Athenaeum
had sold for $4,000 the two volumes
of Burns poems and better known as
they were likely to go to America, an
announcement which brought strong
protests from Lord Roseberry, DR.. Will
liam Wallace and others.-Westmin
ster Gazette.
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field-one second-two seconds-the
lines shot to the angle-then it came
the shock they awaited.
Black Hawk, rushing, saw the other
coming and sweryed at the last mo-
ment-too late. The animals collided,
not with full force, yet for moment
it looked like nothing but death for
riders and mounts. Harry Hampton
was thrown backward to the level
field; Black Hawk galloped off, frantic
and unhurt, across it; Aquarelle, one
saw, lay on the very edge of the drop
and was scrambling to her feet with
liveliness enough to assure her safe
ty; of Francois there was no sign In
half a minute the breathless still
crowd was in an uproar, and a hun
dred men were jostling one another
to reach the scene of the accident.
1t was two minutes, perhaps, before
Caperton Bayly, with negro boy at
his heels, with Jack Littleton and
Harry Wise and a dozen other lads
racing back of him, had plunged over
the drop of land where Francois had
disappeared. Two minutes are enough
sometimes for large event. In that
two minutes Lucy Hampton, without
conscious volition, by an instinct as
simple and imperative as a birds in
stinct to shield her young, had slipped
from her horse Bluebird and flown
across the level and down over the
steep bank till she found herself hold
ing Francois dark head in her arms
and heard her own voice saying words
she had never said even to herself.
81 love you, l love you." she said,
and if all the world heard she did not
know or care. There was no world
| for her at that minute but the man
| lying with his head against her heart
dead it might be, but dead or alive,
| dearest. 81 love you-love you-love
you," she repeated, as If the soul were
rushing out of her in the words.
With that the luminous great eyes
opened, and Francois was looking at
her, and she knew that he had heard
And then the training of a lifetime, OF
centuries, flooded back into her, and
womanly reticence and maidenly
shame and the feelings and attitude
which are not primeval, as she had
been primeval for that one mad mo-
ment. She drew back as she felt him
trying to lift himself, and left him free
and was on her feet, and then with q
shock she was aware of another pres
ence; turning she looked up into the
angry glow of her cousins eyes. He
was not looking at her, but at the mar
who, dazed, hurt, was trying painful!
to pull himself up. Harry Hampton
glared at him.
I'VE will settle this later" ht
brought out through mis- teeth. Il hopt
can kill you" And Lucy cried out
"Shame!" she cried. HE has JUS
saved your life!"
Damn HIM" said Harry Hampton
Il do not want my life at his hands
1 hate him more for saving me. Damn
him!"
And Francois, clutching at a bush
things Keeling about him unsteadily
looked up, friendly, wistful. at the bo
i, cursing him.
, With that there was an influx O
, population; the whole world, appal
emily, tumbled down the steep banH
every one far too preoccupied wit
help for the hero to remark Harr
+ Hampton's grim humor.
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