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The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-02-19
SYNOPSIS.

Francois Beaupre. peasant babe of
three years. after an amusing incident In
which Marshal New figures. is made a
Chevaller OF France by the Emperor Ma
might. one day be marshal of France
1nder another Bonaparte. At the age OF
len Francois visits General Baron CAS-
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 gen.
eral offers Francois home at the Cha
teau. The boy refuses to leave his pa
rents, but in the end becomes a CopyiSt
for the general and learns OF the friend
ship between the general and Marquis
Zappi who campaigned with the general
under Napoleon. Marquis Zappi and his
son, Pietro. arrive at the Chateau. The
son while the former goes to America
The Marquis before leaving for America
asked Francois to be friend of his son.
The boy sOlemnly promises. Francois
goes to the Chateau to live. Marquis
Zappi dies leaving Pietro as ward OF
the general. Alike. Pietro and Francois
meet a strange hoy who proves to be
Prince Louis Napoleon Francois saves
his life. The general discovers Francois
loves Alike. and extracts a promise from
him that he will not interfere between the
girl and Pietro. Francois goes to ltaly
as secretary to Pietro. Queen Hortense
plans the escape Of her son Louis Ma
pOleOn by Disgusting him and Marquis
Marquis Zappis place. who is i'll. in the
escape Of Hortense and Louis: Dressed
as Louis's brother Francois lures the
AuStrians frGm the hotel allowing the
prince and his mother to escape. Fran
cots Is prisoner of the Austrians for
five years in the castle owned by Pietro
IN Italy. He discovers in his guard one or
PletrO's old family servants.
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surly tones, had his hand OH Battista's 8
arm, was whispering back eagerly.
Where does he go, in Francer
ITO VicQues," the low answer came.
Francois sank back, tortured.
Going to Vicques, the little Battista!
From Castleforte! And he, Francois,
must stay here in prison! His soul
was wrung with a sudden wild home
sickness. He wanted to see Alike, to
see his mother, to see the general; to
see the peaceful little village and the
stream that ran through it, and the
steep-arched bridge. and the poppy
fields, and the corn! The gray castle
with its red roofs, and the beech wood,
and the dim, high-walled library, how
he wanted to see 1t all! How his heart
ached, madly, fiercely! This was the
worst moment of all his captivity. And
with that, Battista was over him, was
murmuring words again. Something
was slipped under the bedclothes.
"Paper--pens. The signor will write
a letter this afternoon. And tomor-
row little Battista will take it."
And the heart of Francois gave a
sudden throb of Joy as wild as it's an
guish. He could speak to them before
he died; it might be they could save
him. His hands stole to the package
under the coarse blanket. 1t seemed
as If in touching it he touched his
mother and his sweetheart and his
home.
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CHAPTER xIv.-contInued.

A person of more Importance than
Battista had fallen under the spell Of
Francois personality. The governor
himself had been attracted by the
young Frenchman. The governor,
Count Won Gersdorf was a vain, dis
contented, brilliant Austrian, at odds
with the world because he had not
risen further in it. He was without
society in this mountain fortress of
his, and longed for it; he had fine
voice and no one to sing to; he liked
to talk and had no one to talk to.
Francois, with his ready friendliness,
with his gift of finding good in every
one, with his winning manner and
simplicity which had the ease of So
phistication, was a treasure-trove of
amusement to the bored Austrian.
Things stood so with the prisoner
at the time of his discovery Of the
identity of his jailer and of his Jail.
The governor at that time was away
on visit to Vienna looking for pro-
motion; he came back elated and
change within the year But the heart
Of Francois sank as he thought what
the change might mean to him.
Some day marshal of France un-
der another Bonaparte " he said to
himself one day, staring through the
bars at his window---he called the sky
so. He smiled. But that is nothing.
To help place my prince on the throne
Of FranCe-that is my work-my life"
He talked aloud at times. as prison
ers come to do. He went on then, in
low voice.
IF there were good fairies, If had
three wishes: AliXe-the prince made
emperor-FranCois Beaupre, a marshal
of France He laughed happily. 1T
Is child's play. Nothing matters eX-
cept that my life shall do it's work.
Even that is so small; but l have a
great desire to do that. | believe
shall do that know it," And he fell
TO work on book which he was plan
ming, chapter by chapter, in his brain.
But, if he were to escape ever, the
chance was increased infinitely by the
going back and forth to the governors
room. A new governor might keep
him shut up absolutely. 1t had been
80 while the count was away; then he
had been i'll, and the lieutenant in
command would not let a doctor see
him till he became delirious; that was
the ordinary treatment of prisoners.
Francois, thinking over these things
on a day, fell with a sudden accent
on the steady push of his longing for
freedom, the conviction that he must
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-02-19
There Are Wars and Wars.

AS one glances over the pages oi
history, one finds wars, it is true
which are blots upon the records OF
man; but one also finds wars without
which the world would have been in.
comparably the poorer that we could
never have done without them. And
one also perceives 10 his astonish,
ment If he is practical man." that
the wars which have been gigantic
blunders and crimes have all been
wars for the attainment Of practical
ends, like territory, or markets, OF
wealth, while the wars which the
world could not have done withou,
have all been wars for abstract prin
ciples, for beliefs. for religions, fol
mad dreams and seemingly impossible
hopes. The world could we'll spare the
conquests OF Napoleon, because the
wars were merely for Napoleon; but
the world could not spare the martial
conflicts surrounding and realizing tho
French revolution, because 1t was 6
war for those abstract and sensible
absurdities, liberty, equality and fra
ternity. We could well spare the
Mexican war, which was a fight fol
territory, but we could not at all gel
along without the Oivsi war. whlch
was war for man. The Atlantic.
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his, and that so, wordlessly, they had
told him but one thing-their undying
love. Weak, lonely, his intense tenn
perament stretched to the breaking
point by the last three months Of fear.
full hope, it was more than he could
cheek and his head dropped on the
bed, and storm of tears tore his soul
and body. But it was dangerous; he
must not be off his guard; he remem.
bered that swiftly, and with shaking
fingers he opened Pietro's letter.
Pietro's letter which. yellowed and
faded but distinct yet, in the small
clear writing, is guarded today with
those other letters in the mahogany
desk in Virginia.
my dear brother Francois" the let
ter began, and quick tears came again
at that word brother" which said so
much. MY dear brother Francois
this is not to tell you how l have
searched for you and never forgotten
you. / will tell you that when l see
you. This is to tell you how to get
out of that house of mine which has
held you as prisoner when you ought
to have been it's welcome guest. Wher
Italy is free we will do that over; but
we must get you free first. Francois.
am now within five miles of you-"
The man on his knees by the prison
bed gasped; the letters staggered be-
fore his eyes.
II am living on ship, and viii
explain how l got it when l see you, II
few days now, Francois. Every night
for week, beginning with tonight
there will be person watching for
you in Riders Hollow, from midnight
till daylight. After that we shall &C
away for two weeks so as to avoid Civ
ing suspicion, and then repeat the ar
rangement again every night for Il
week. You do not know Riders Hot
low, and it is unnecessary to tell yoE
more about it than that it is a lonelg
place hidden in trees, and supposed tc
be haunted by ghosts Of men on horse
back; the people about will not &c
there for love or money except BY
broad daylight
ITO RE CONTTNTTEn
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Alike, her letter in her hands, strug-
gled in her mind. Then: THE letter
will keep-yes, let him come, and we
can read it all the better after for
what he may tell u.s."
So Moison, having orders to produce
at once the said little Battista, retired,
much excited, and returned shortly
but not so shortly as to have omitted
fling OF the great news into the
midst of the servants hall. He con-
Quoted, marching behind him, the lit
tie Battista, an enormous young man
Of six feet four, erect, grave, stately.
This dignifed person, salutiEg the lady
with deep bow, dropped on one knee
before his master, his eyes full of a
worshiping joy, and kissed his hand.
Having done which. he arose silently
and stood waiting, with those beaming
eyes feasting on Pietro's face, but
otherwise decorous.
First the young marquis said some
friendly words of his great pleasure in
seeing his old servant and the friend
of his childhood, and the big man
stood with downcast eyes, with the
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feet and what did do was by great
effort. could not sleep at night and
of course felt very bad in the morning,
and had steady headache.
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BOTH PERSONAL AND SOCIAL
Concern the Doings of the
"Best Families"

The engagement is announced OF
Miss Tufie Show, daughter of Mrs.
Hoaleigh Show, to Mr.. William Mar
tingale Yuceless, only son of Mr. and
Mrs. Worsen Yuceless.
Mr. Worsen Yuceless, by the way,
comes of good old family They
have always been fashionable. His
uncle, G. How-Wursen Yuceless, is an
intellectual man, having written the
society notes for a fashion paper near
ly a whole season. And his son, Mar
tingale, once took prize at horse
show.
1t is rumored that Miss Tootoo KyL
ling has broken her engagement to
Mr.. Dedleigh Bohr. But Dedleigh
seemed quite cheerful last Saturday
at his club.
It is whispered that the F. Spend
ing-Spendars are not so happy togeth-
er as they might be. Our readers
will remember that Mrs. Spendar was
the charming Miss Freeks. noted
belle of Boston. Mr.. Spendar IS more
than attentive to Mrs. Jimmy Over
load, while Mrs. Spendar is constantly
seen with the young duke of Borro
and Keape. He comes of an ancient
family. A greater part Of this last
season he was a visitor at Koopon
Cliffs, the summer home Of the F.
Spending-Spendars.
Mrs. Leeds Thegang Is preparlng
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get free before the count left, else op-
portunity and force for the effort
would both be gone forever. And on
that DAY Battista brought in his mid
day meal with look and manner
which Francois remarked.
What is it, Battsta?" he asked
softly.
The man answered not a word, but
turned and opened the door rapidly
and looked out. Il thought had left
the water.pitcher, All, here it isl
am stupid" he spoke aloud. And then,
finger on lip dramatically, he bent over
the young man. MY son-the little
Battista-has had letter. The young
master wishes him to come to him in
France, to serve him. He is going in
two days"
1t was whispered quickly, and Bat.
tista stood erect.
The signors food will get cold il
the signor does not eat It," he spoke
grufiy. 81 do not like to carry good
food for prisoners who do not appre.
ciate it. shall bring less tomorrow. y
But Francois. hardly hearing the
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Sabre de bois! What is your news.
then, you silly child?"
And Alike, shaking very much, laid
her hand on his cheek and looked
earnestly into his eyes. Father,
Francois is alive!"
For all his gruff self-control the gen.
eral made the letter an excuse shortly
to sit down. Queer, that mans knees
should suddenly bend and give way
because of a thrill of rapture in a
mans psychological makeup! But the
general had to sit down. And then
and there all that had been extracted
from little Battista was rehearsed, and
the letter read over from start to fin
ish.
But he is alive, father! Alive!
That is happiness enough to kill one.
l never knew till now that feared he
was dead"
"Alive-yes! But in prison--in that
DEVILS hole of an old castle!" And
Alike looked at Pietro and laughed,
but the general paid no attention. HE
must be got out. There is no time to
waste Diable! He is perishing in
that vile stable! What was that the
lad said about the doctors speech,
that only long sea voyage could save
him? One must get him out, mon dieu,
quick!"
Alike, her hand on his arm, put her
head down on it suddenly and stood
so for a moment, her face hidden,
Pietro his hands thrust deep in his
pockets, looked at the general with
wide gray eyes, considering. With that
Alike flashed up, turned on the young
Italian, shaking her foreinger at him; /;
her eyes shone blue fire.
THAT is for you, Pietro. If we
should lose him now, just as we have
found him. Now is the time for you
to show if you can be what is brave
and strong, as Francois has shown. 1t
is your castle; you must save him."
Pietro looked at the girl, and the
color crept through his cheeks, but he
said nothing.
Alike, my Alike" her father put an
arm around her. "One may not de-
mand heroism as if it were bread and
butter. Pietro will not fail u.s."
Alike always wished me to be bril-
liant like Francois" Pietro spoke
gently. But never could"
"Yet, Pietro, it is indeed your time, "
Alike threw at him eagerly. Francois
must be rescued or he will die"
YES" Pietro answered quietly.
Francois must be rescued"
He was silent moment, as if think
ing. His calm poised mind was work
ing swiftly; one saw the inner action
in the clear gray eyes. The general
and Alike, watching him, saw it.
Il think / know how" he said
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CHAPTER XVI.
The Stone Staircase.


Battista's prisoner stood at the
barred window high up the steep side
of the castle and stared out wistfully
at the receding infinity of blueness-
his meadow. In the three months
since his letter had gone to France, he
had grown old. The juices of his
youth seemed dried up; his eyes we're
bloodshot, his skin yellow; there was
no flesh on him. The waiting and
hoping had worn on him more than
the dead level of the hopeless years
before. There was a new tenseness
in the lightly-built figure, even in the
long, delicate, strong fingers. The
prisoner had caught Whit of the air
of home and was choking for a full
breath.
You are not well, my friend" said
the governor The doctor must see
you"
But Francois refused lightly and
laughed and fell to singing an old peas
ant song of France which he had re-
membered lately; he got up on the
table and droned it to an imaginary
fiddle which he pretended to play after
the manner of old Jacques Arne, who
played for dances in Vicques. And the
governor was taken with a violent
fancy for it. He roared at it, and sang
it over in fragments till he had learned
1t, and then he sang it and roared
again and slapped his knee; there was
droll comedy in Francois rendering
also, not to be explained-and the
count said that Francois must come to
his rooms the next night for dinner
and sing him the song again and also
listen to a new one of his own.
So Francois was taken down the
stone staircase and conducted to the
two rooms which were the governors s
suite He knew them well, for he had
dined many times with the count. But
tonight he was left alone few mo-
ments in the outer room, the living
room. while the governor was in the
bedroom, and he looked about keenly
with a strained attention which grew
out of the suppressed hope Of escape.
Who knew what bit of knowledge of
the castle might be vital, and who
knew how soon? He noted the swords
and pistols hanging on the wall, and
marked light saber whose scabbard
was brightly polished as if the blade
also were kept in good order. On the
table he saw the flint and steel with
| which Count Won Gersdorf lighted his
pipe; he stepped to the window and
| bent out, scanning the wall. A stone
coping, wide enough for mans foot
but little more, ran, four feet below;
ten feet beyond the window it ended
in the roof of shed, sloping root
where man could drop down, yes, OF
even climb up with ease. A man, that
is, who had climbed when boy as
Francois had climbed-like cat for
certainty and lightness. But what
then, when one was in the courtyard
1t was walled about with stone wal
sixteen feet high; these old ancestors
of Pietro, who had built this place, had
planned we'll to keep Pietro's friend in
prison.
So Francois, not hopeful of a sortie
by that point, drew in his head from
the open window and took to examin
ing the walls of the governors room
There were three doors some from the
hall by which he had come, one be
hind which he now heard the coun
a ( II
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and thrust a thick paper into his coat
and at the same instant his heavy left
hand was over Francois mouth.
Not a word" he whispered, and
then The loaf Of bread"
Francois, struck dumb and blind,
turned hot and cold, and his shaking
hand in his coat pocket clutched the
letter.
But Battista prodded him with his
hard forefinger. BE careful" he NUT
tered, and then again, "The bread
with sharp prod-"The loaf of breaq"
and the door had Changed. Batdsta
was gone.
A strong man, who had not been
shut away from life, would likely have
read the letter instantly, wonid In
stantly have examined the long round
loaf lying before him. Francois was
i'll and weak and 1t was the first word
for five veaTs from his own people
which lay in MS hand; he sat as II
turned to stone, touching the paper as
if that were enough; he sat perhaps
fifteen minutes.
Then suddenly a breathlessness
came over him that something might
happen before he could read it-this
writing which, whatever it should say,
meant life and death to him. Taking
care not to rustic the paper, deaden-
ing the sound under his bedclothes,
he read it, kneeling by the bed. 1t was
four letters-from his mother and
Alexe and the general and Pietro;
but the first three were short. He felt.
indeed, reading them, that no words
had been written, that only the arms
of the people he loved had strained
about him and their faces laid against
The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-02-19
WOMAN WOULD
NOT GIVE Up
Though Sickand Suffering; At
Last Found Help in Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vegeta-
bic Compound.
Richmond, Pa. -" When ! started
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CHAPTER XVII.
A Loaf of Bread,

The next morning Battista came in
with manner which to the observing
eye, of his prisoner foretold distinctly
some event. He talked more than
usual, and more gruffly and loudly, but
at last, after wandering about the
room some minutes, all the time talk.
ing. scolding, he 4swooped on Francois
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for an active social season. She il
now visiting ker sister, Mrs. P. de
V. Blasee Rounders. Their charming
cousin, Mrs. McEvoy Ondek, returns
from Europe Saturday on the Nausea
or is it the Crown Princessen Won
Gotter Damerung? Time will tell
Life.
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A good guesser is generally man
who prides himself on his superior
judgment
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Putnam Fadeless Dyes color moro
goods than others. Adv.
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Many n theory that isn't sound
makes a lot of noise.
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~ Generating hot air is easier than
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Don't buy water for pluing. LIQUID blne
almost all water. buy Red Cross Ball btue'
the blue that's all blue. Adv.
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Their Dali Lives.

"RIch wamen have no real joys
mo: the stores never have clear
ing sale of diamond necklaces.