South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1914-01-12
The Marshal
BIZ pSaRY RAYMOND SHRMAN
ANDREWS.
Copyright. The Bobbs-Merrill
Company.
CONTINUED From Saturday.
CHAPTER XII.
The AccOIade at Last.

The AccOladc at Last.
II is a common tragedy that men,
being human. can not see all sides
of a question; that o decision right
i'm one light may bring disaster in
another II events had stayed where
he left them, Francois Beaupre and
Col. Vouard and his regiment would
have won honor and eternal gratitude
from Louis BOnaparte for the quar-
ter OF an hours work which made
the arsenal theirs. Events, instead OF
standing still. or going forward, took
an unexpected sinister turn, not long
after Francois going.
The happy prince, smiling the shad-
owy smile which made his face win
ming. stood in the center of tri-
umphant turmoil: his new followers
the men of tho forty-sixth, crowded
about him shooting. cheering. kissing
his hands. and the loyal fourth artil-
'erymen fraternized, embraced, con-
graduated the men of the line regl-
ment. The narrow courtyard was
hubbub of rapturOus excitement, and
the princes officers - MOnthOlOn,
Naudrey. Voisin, Parquin. D'Hunin,
Querelles - these and others whose
names Frenchmen knew. surrounded
the small figure which yet had so
much of royalty, and laughed and
chatted Hght-heartedly. In few
moments, when Col. Laitys engineers
and the third artillery should have
arrived. the prince would have 5000
men under mis- command. The great
game was practically wOn-Prince
Louis was all but emperor.
Suddenly. above the sea of sound.
a commOtiOn was heard at the farther
end Of the barrack yard. The colonel
OF the forty-siXth. Col. Talandier. had
arrived Very loyal 10 Louis PHILIPPE,
very angry at the scene before him.
he would not believe the news. lie
called eXcitedly and the mems voices
did down as they saw him gesuculat-
ing.
soldiers" ne cried. you are de-
ceivedi This man for whom YOU are
shouting is an adventurer, an inn
postori''
In the shock OF silence which fol-
lowed his words. another voice rang
out. clear and indignant. the voice OF
a staff officer whom they all knew.
1T is not the nephew of the en-
peror! 1t is the nephew OF Col
Caudrey! l recognize him. the Of
ficer cried in a strong staccatO. and q
gasp as II ice-Water had been scattered
went through the crowded place.
There is nothing more absurd In
history than the instant effect OF this
Quick-witted lie Only with a -mer-
curiai French mob. perhaps. could II
nave SucCecueQ, nut II succeeded mere
with hopeless swiftness. Ii flew
from mouth TO mOuth-they were
cheated. tricked; the emperor's neph
ew. their prince. had not come; this
young man was make-belieVe,
substitute, the newpheW of an Of
hcer: some of the soldiers who ha,
shown most enthusiasm almost los
their minds now I'm rage
Col. Talandier began TO form hi
nen; the prince. composed as ever
Yet earnest. swift kried 20 rally his
but il was impossible to start any
where. in this confusion, for line an
artillery had become mixed in a
unmanageable mob A word iron
either prince or colonel and blOO
would have flowed De QueTelle
begged leave 20 force a way through
;he Infantry for the prince. Bu
Louis BOnaparte. Considerate and self
controlled would not shed a drop o
blood OF these men who had halle
him emperor a moment before - h
would not believe them ks enemies
lie threw himself into tbs. midst o
them and they received him wit
baSonets fixed. even forcing him {
parry "a blow or two; he tried 20 seiz