The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1914-04-17


this was the core of his army. Colonel
Vaudrey was in the center of the
square; the Prince marched quietly
to him and as he came, with sharp
simultaneous clatter that was the mu-
sic of Heaven to his ears, the whole
regiment presented arms.
In the glowing light the soldiers who
fronted toward him could see that the
colorless face turned grayer, but that
was all, and quickly Colonel Vaudrey
spoke to his men.
Soldiers of the fourth artillery" he
said loudly, "a revolution begins to-
day under the nephew of the Emperor
Napoleon. He is before you, and
comes to lead you. He has returned
to his land to give back the people
their rights, the army its greatness
He trusts in your courage, your de-
votion to accomplish this glorious mis-
sion. My soldiers, your colonel has
answered for you. Shout then with
me Long live Napoleon! Long live
the Emperor
The terse soldierly words were
hardly finished when the regiment,
strongly Bonapartist always, carried
of its feet now by the sight of the
Prince, by the honor of being the first
to whom he came caught up the cry,
and the deep voices sent it rolling
down the empty streets. Louis Bona
parte standing erect, motionless, i'm
passive as always, wondered If pulse
might beat harder than his and not
break. He held up his hand, and rap
idly, yet with lingering shouts of en-
thusiasm, the tumult quieted.
Soldiers" he said, 81 have come to
you first because between you and
me there are great memories. With
you the Emperor, my uncle, served as
captain; with you he won glory at the
siege of Toulon; you opened the gates
of Grenoble to him when he came
back from Elba. Soldiers, the honor
Of beginning a new empire shall be
yours; yours shall be the honor of sa-
luting first the eagle Of Austerlitz and
Wagram." He caught the standard
from an officer and held it high cit
is the sign of French glory; it has
shone over every battlefield; it has
passed through every capitol of Eur
ope. Soldiers, rally to the eagle!
trust 1t to you've will march today
against the oppressors, crying Long
live France"
One who has not heard a regiment
gone mad can not know how it was
With deafening clatter and roar every
sword was drawn and the shakos flew
aloft and again and again and again
the mems deep voices sent up in bro
ken magnificent chorus the great his
toric cry to which armies had gone
into battle.
"Vive pEmpereur! Vive Napoleon!"
The souls of thousand men were
on fire with memories and traditions,
with passion Of conservation to a
cause, and as If the spell of the name
grew stronger with it's repetition they
shouted over and over, in tremendous
unison, over and over and over.
give Napoleon! Vive l'Empereur!
1t was necessary at last for the
quiet slender young man who was the
storm-center to raise his hand again,
and with word, with the glimmer of
a smile to speak his gratitude-to stop
the storm. There was much to be
done. The fourth artillery was but
one Of several regiments to be gained
If the victory were to be complete
Colonel Lombard was dispatched to a
printing Office with proclamations to
be struck off; Lieutenant Laity hur-
ried away to his battalion; a detach-
ment was sent to hold the telegraph
office; the tumult once quieted, the
yard was scene of efficient business,
for all this had been planned and each
officer knew his work. In a very few
moments the officers Of the third ar
tillery who were with the Prince had
fastened to their quarters, another had
been sent to arouse the forty-sixth of
the line, at the Place d. Alton bar
racks, and shortly Prince Louis him
self was on his way to the same place
longer empty, he passed with his off,
GERS, and the people poured from their
houses, and joined and answered the
shouts Of the soldiers.
'Vive lEmpereur!" the soldiers
cried. 'Tt is the nephew of Napoleon"
and the citizens threw back, give
PEmpereur! It is the son of the hon.
est king of Holland! 1t is the grand
son of Josephine!"
They pressed SO close about the
small figure in it's Swiss uniform of
colonel that for moment he was sep
arated from his officers, and Colonel
Vaudrey, smiling for all his military
discipline, was forced to order his
mounted artillerymen to clear the
road. Every moment an old soldier
broke out Of the mass and embraced
the eagle which Lieutenant de Quer.
Giles carried proudly high above all
this emotion; the soldiers ewes fash