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The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-03-19
CHAPTER XIV.
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 1t and to see the effect on her IA
ther. 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 1t would be best to
treat him-he also-at least as 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 considerate effort to
express to the little lady of the manor
family. 1t troubled him more than a
little that the early friendliness and
intimacy Of Harry Hampton seemed to
be wearing on. The boy did not come
80 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. Co
, 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 Vir-
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. 1t
was seven years now and more since
he had left them all at days notice
to go to Pietro In Italy-to living
death Of FIVE years, to many undream.
ed Of happenings. The fever was on
him and he must go home.
There was to be celebration for
the new and very fashionable cavalry
troop OF which Francois was the un'
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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 a 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 1t. 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 suppressed sound of
satisfaction, which might soon be a
great roar of pleasure, hummed over
the field. Black Hawk came rushing,
snorting, pulling up to the third jump,
the jump where Lucy stood And as
he came little girl, high in a car
riage, chariot as one said then, -four
ished her scarlet parasol in the air,
and lost hold of it, and it few 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 it
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 known
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 the
slope, not twenty yards from the hur-
die. to be at hand in any contingency.
When Harry'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
flight. There was silence over the
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AS A SENSIBLE PROPOSITION
pamseI Put Question Of Little Nap or
Silly Talk Up to Her Escort,
and II Was a "Go."

He was taking her home from the
theater. The car was crowded, but
they had obtained seat together ana
they were in each others exclusive
company for As minutes.
Are you thinking Of going away
this summer" said he, trying to con-
oeal a yawn.
Il guess so," she answered, making
u lady-like motion with her nun.
Il went away last summer" he con-
tinued, several blocks later. Did
your"
81 think we did" she sold. Say,
may I ask you something?"
Anything"
Now, listen. I'm having just as
hard time to stay awake as you are,
If you'll just shut up until we get to
my street, l can have a nice little nap
So can you. And you'll like me lot
better than If we'd try to converse.
and I'd fairly love you. And maybe
I'd invite you out to call. Is 1t go?'
angel! 1t Isl" 1t was with dim
Guilty that he kept from embracing her
Girls like that are so rare. Later
they lived happily ever after.
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CHAPTER xxIII.-contlnued.

The female mind paid no attention
20 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 Colonel's 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 l shall"
Colonel Hampton's eyes widened
with surprise. why, but Lucy" he
stammered. "Why--but why should
!? What claim have We"
"Oh, nonsense" and Lucy shook her
head impatiently. who has more
claim? Aren't we Virgnians 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 a pal
ace? But that isn't the most impor-
tant. 1t is a shame to us all, father,
that no one has invited him before,
that strange gentleman of high sta
tion should have to lodge at an inn.
Why hasn't Cousin George Harrison
asked him to Brandon? And the Car
ters 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 check 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 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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DUCHESS MUST HAVE SMILED
Little MlIIiner Faithfully obeyed In
struetIons That She Thought
Had Been 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 we're 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
headsear 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
fiutter 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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Surprised Uncle Sllas.

A well-known railroad president
once took occasion to visit a small
town to enjoy the excellent fishing
nearby. He carefully concealed his
Identity, and was consequently
snubbed by a leading citizen" with
whom he attempted to strike up a
conversation on the banks of the
stream. When leaving he secured the
services of an aged black TO carry
his things from the hotel to the depot.
There the departing visitor caught
sight of the man who had given him
the cold shoulder. Poor Smith" he
said, smiling amusedly. Suffering
from an aggravated attack Of ego
tism." Dat so?" said Uncle Silas, In
surprise, following his gaze. He
done lived heah more'n twenty yeahs
an All nevah knowed afore dat he
wuz ailin'."
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Official backbone and author. In the
great grassy paddock at Bayly's Folly
the proud mother Of eighteen-year-old
Csperton Bayly-first lieutenant. and
the most finished horseman in the Vir-
ginia countFy-had invited the gentry
from miles about to feast with her and
to watch her son and his friends show
how the Chevalier 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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ield--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 swerved az the last mo-
ment-too late. The animals collided,
not with full force, yet for a moment
1t looked like nothing but death for
riders and mounts. Harry Hampton
was thrown backward to the level
field; Black Hawk galloped of, frantic
and unhurt, across 1t; Aquarelle, one
saw, lay on the very edge of the drop
and was scrambling to her feet with
livellness 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 hun
dred men were jostling one another
to reach the scene of the accident.
1t was two minutes, perhaps, before
Caperton Bayly, with a 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.
Il love you, love you," she said,
and If all the world heard she did not
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 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 a
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 man
who, dazed, hurt, was trying painfully
to pull himself up. Harry Hampton
glared at him.
"We will settle this later" he
brought out through his teeth. II hope
| can kill you" And Lucy cried out:
"Shame!" she cried. HE has just
saved your life!"
Damn him!" said Harry Hampton.
u do not want my life at his hands.
l hate him more for saving me. Damn
him!"
And Francois, clutching at a bush,
things reeling about him unsteadily,
looked up, friendly, wistful, at the boy
I cursing him.
With that there was an influx OF
population; the whole world, appar.
emily, tumbled down the steep bank.
every one far too preoccupied with
help for the hero to remark Harry
Hampton's grim humor.
CTO BE CONTINUED)
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CTo BE CONTINUED)
BobbIe Burns Granddaughter.

An action has been entered in Dunn
fries sheriff court by Miss Annie Beck
ett Burns of Cheltenham, the only sur
viving granddaughter of the Scottish
poet, claiming "to 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
the Glenriddell manuscripts, and that
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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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
poleon, who prophesied that the boy
might one day be a marshal OF France
under another Bonaparte. At the age OF
ten Francois visits General Baron Gas
pard Gourgaud, who with Alike, his
Chateau. A soldier of the Empire under
Napoleon he fires the boys Imagination
with stories of his campaigns. The boy
becomes a copyist for the general ana
learns of the friendship between the gen.
eral and Marquis Zappt. who campalGneu
with the general under Napoleon. Mar
quis Zappi and his son. Pietro. arrive at
the Chateau. The general agrees to care
for the Marquis son while the former
goes to America. The Marquis asks Fran-
co.'s to be friend of his son. Ihe p9y
solemnly promises. Francois goes TO the
Chateau to live. Marquis Zappi dies leaV'
ing Pietro as a ward Of the general
Alike. Pietro and Francois meet strange
boy who proves to be Prince Louis Ma
poleon. Francois saves his life. The gen,
eral discovers Francois loves Alike anu
extracts promise from him that he Will
not interfere between the girl and Pietro
Francois goes to Italy as secretary 10
Pietro. Queen Hortense plans the escape
of her son Louis Napoleon by Disgusting
him and Marquis Zappi as her lackeys.
Francois takes Marquis Zappi's place
who is i'll. in the escape Of Hortense ana
Louis. Dressed as Louis brother Fran
co.'s lures the Austrlans from the hotel al
lowing the prince and his mother TO es-
cape Francois is n prisoner of the Aus
trians for five years. in the castle owned
by Plctro in Italy. He discovers in his
guard one of Pietro's old family servants
and through him sends word TO his
friends of his plight. The general. Alike
and Petro plans Francois escape. Fran
Ccis receives a note from Pietro explain
ing in detail how to escape from MS
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
uItl,
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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. ! 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 horse again, and the
exile's spirit-the case-hardened heart
Of steel which failure and misfortune
never broke till 1t broke forever at
Sedan-grew buoyant. That some
thing about the outside Of horse
which is good for the inside of man"
worked it's subtle charm on this fin
ished horseman and horse lover, and
he was gently responsive as the col
onel talked fiuently on.
Does it so happen, Monsieur lie
Colonel, that there is in these parts
Frenchman of-of Instruction.
man whom l might use as a secretary?
| 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 daughters
French master would be the very fel-
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 a vehement enthusiasm that, by
the Lord Harry, 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
a joke as he had ever made.
And before them, at that mo-
ment, rose 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 monument Of calm hos
pitality. Its steep roof was set with
dormer windows; its copings and its
easements were white stone; white
stone terrace stretched before it. At
one front, as they came, was the car
riage entrance, and the squares Of
formal English garden, walled with
box hedges, lay sleeping before the
springtime; at the opposite side a
wide lawn fell to a massive brick wall,
spaced with stone pillars, guarding
the grounds from the flowing of the
James river. Colonel Hampton gazed
at the home Of his people and then at
his guest, and he cast the harness of
his smallnesses and stood out in the
simple and large cordiality which is
the heritage above others of southern
people.
Your are welcome to Roanoke,
prince he said.
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CHAPTER XIV.


Colonel Hampton's study was dark
from floor to ceiling with brown oak
wainscoting and was lightened by a
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-
day, as always, thousands of miles
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 France-a service which
nj of hot
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 ILL
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 rnother's wit and courage. The
journey tnrough Italy to France, that
was drama enough for one life. Rec
ognized at every turn, betrayed never,
and ending wlth-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 ian, the old cavalry
man; the young Ft4nchman-Beaupre
that was the name; it was set in his
memory; had been N that tenacious
memory since an afternoon of 1924
when runaway schooiboy prince had
slipped over the Jura, ard played with
three other children, abGpt ruined
castle; he saw Francois Bea,fara take
reverently in his hand the sword watch
Napoleon had held--and then thu
alarm! That was fine sight-thC
dash of the youngster through the
startled mob Of Austrians; the flyinl