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CHAPTER v-(Continued).

tCf1AEIER -(COntlnueQ)
THE emperor" Francois breathed-
the emperor was there!"
Probably nothing, which had not to
no with his daughter, could have
LAUGHED General Gourgaud as did that
tribute. That it was a tribute to his
story meant much, but the worship Of
Napoleon which burst out in the a
went deeper. The followers of the
Corsican asked for a reason why
they. adored him; 1T was a feeling
binder and stronger than Q which
he inspired, and it lasted in the hearts
or his soldiers to the latest moment of
the longest life. The veteran officer
who felt this possession of his own be-
Ing saw 1t mirrored in the slim lad who
quiyered before him, and he loved the
lad for it.
the Little Corporal reaches a long way.
The child has not even seen him, and
VOLTA, he loves him."
The child's face flushed. But yes,
my Seigneur," Francois spoke quickly.
But yes. l have seen the emperor"
you have seen Napoleon?" The gem
eral vas surprised. How is that?"
In a boyish fashion. in homely
language Of his class yet with that
dramatic tnstince which is character
ist1cally French, Francois told his tale
as his grandmother had told it to him
and to his brothers and sisters-the
tale which the children called Ma
poleon Comes" The general listened
with a sincere interest. AZ simple in
many ways as the child, every least
word Of his demigod Napoleon al
charged for him with authority. He
considered deeply when the story was
finished.
MY boy" he addressed the lad. 81
do not know the law-I am a soldier.
Ynf NV INV 1dnn vn1 orn TNhnNyolio~
created so by the act Of the most
powerful monarch who ever ruled
France-by our Emperor Napoleon.
Another monarch sits now on his
throne, yet he was in truth Frances
ruler when he gave that blow on the
shoulder which made you a knight; he
had the right Of an emperor-therefore
Q are that which he made you-the
Chevalier Francois Beaupre. AS for
the rest"-his brows drew into a
bushy line and his eyes cleaned like
swords-'do not forget hat he himself
charged you with a duty to his house;
your fate and his name are linked.
peror said, you may be a marshal Of
France under another Bonaparte. But
that is a small thing If the time comes
when you may help another Bona
parte to come to his right, to rule over
France. 1t is hat of which you must
think till the hour strikes and then it
Is that which you must give your life
for"
Little Francois. the visionary, the
hero worshiper. trembled. He had no
words to answer the orders leveled at
him In those rolling tones. II will do
1t, my ~Seigneur," he said, frightened yet
inspired, lifted into a tremendous
dizzying atmosphere. And with a a
secret which he had told no mi not
even his mother. broke forth.
MY Seigneur, a strange thing
happens sometimes - have
dreams-yet they are not dreams-in
broad daylight. I see things-I hear
voices-which are not of our village.
Three times I saw a long road VI a
a large star. I saw it three times, and
once a voice said It Is the star Of the
Bonapartes, but also your star. Fran
co.'s. Follow it,.
The general was a hard-headed per-
son for all his cult Of Napoleon, and
vision-seeing appeared to him nom
ems He pooh-hooded at once the
idea OF q star divided between the
house Il Bonaparte and g. small peas
ant. Your mother had better put a
wet cloth in your cap" he advised.
"Parbleu-seeing stars On midday!
Some one-legged old fighter has been
Cabling before you about h star Of
NV VS. cAA0 SA8S 0AAo q hSASAA
OF sunstroke in this heat, 1t may be,
have turned you silly. Let me hear no
more Of stars, but keep at your lesson
and learn to be-
With that he was aware that the boy
aid not hear him.. The light figure was
on .iptoes- the large yes stared at
the wall, and the child spoke in an IN
infected voice as il something muf1ed
spoke through him.
II see the STAR" he said. II see it
through q window where there are iron
bars . /. Ali" The i~nterjection was
In the boys natural accent. and he
shivered violently. "Ugh!" His teeth
chartered and he looked about vaguely.
st is like an ice house. I do not like
those dreams: they make me SO cold.
Seigneur, 1t Is late; my mother will not
be pleased. And I must stop at the
garden and pick the vegetables for
supper-carrots and peas. / hurry
to get the e and carrots"
Little Alike, clutching her fathers
thumb, watched as the boy disappeared.
Then, to the generals establishment,
she began to sob tt don't know
she answered his quick question, .aBut
IL think 1t is because I am sorry the
little boy was SO cold"