The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1914-07-23

looked at her SON. her courage came
springing back "They shall not take
you," and her eyes flashed defiance at
q world OF enemies. and she went over
and threw her arm about his neck
Louis, don't let yourself be excited,
dearest They shall not take you. I
car save you" "
II was as IL she put spur TO her
brain; there was q moments silence
and the two lads watched her brows
craving together under the concentra-
ton of her brain.
"Of course" she said suddenly, and
laughed--a spontaneous laughted which
| seemed to flood her with youthfulness.
She turned her blue glance swiftly on
the newcomer, the slender boy with
the luminous eyes. you are in the
employ Of the Marquis zappi. Mon
| sleur9" - 20 ....-.
But yes, your majesty. I am the
secretary of Monsieur le Marquis" She
paused a second, seemed to take stock
or the young man, OF his looks, his
bearing, his accent.
You are French. Have you q SYM
patng with the family of my son, with
1t was as IL door had been opened
into furnace, so the eyes blazed.
your majesty / would give my life
Tor his highness," he said quietly. The
impressive face of the young prince
turned toward the speaker, and the
half shut heavy glance. which had the
Napoleonic gift OF holding a picture,
rested on him attentiyely. Louis Bon
aparte seemed to remember something.
What Is your name monsieur 2" he
asked, and IL might have been noticed
that his head lifted little from the
pillow as he waited for the answer.
Francois Beaupre. Sire" The young
man seemed to be out OF breath. "SireI"
Louis Napoleon repeated And then, Il
have seen you before. Where was II
Not in Rome--not in Switzerland--ahl"
His hand few out, and with that Fran
coils was on his knee by the bedside,
and had kissed the outstretched thin
fingers, and the princes other hand was
on his shoulder fraternally.
The old chateau OF Vicques-my
playfellow, Francois. I told you then
was going to remember, didn't II"
Louis Napoleon demanded, laughing
boyishly. Mother. no saved my life
from the falling wall Do you remem-
And Hortense, smiling, delighted TO see
her sad-faced boy so pleased and exhil-
arated, did remember, and was gracious
and grateful to the young Frenchman.
1t Is a good omen to have you come
TO US today" she said with all the
dazzling charm which she knew how to
throw into a sentence. And then, eager
the game, she caught the thread which
wove into the patterns Of her schem-
Ing. You would risk something to-
save him, would you not? You will
take the place of the marquis and
travel with US, tomorrow, and help me
carry away the prince to Hafety2"
The dark young face was pale. Your
majesty. II Is happiness 1 had not
dared to hope for yet"
"Yet?" the prince demanded lacon-
lcally. He saved words always, this
lad, but he always said his thought.
The other boys face turned TO him.
and he answered very simply, but yes,
that ! should have part In your high
ness fate. ..
Louis Napoleon. IN spite OF practical
hard working qualities, a sentimental
list, dreamer, above all a man DOM
mated by destiny, felt a4ick shrill.
throughout Europe to place him one
day on his uncle's throne; such was
the profound belief OF his life. Might
not this mans words, electrical with
sincerity, Noint to his existence as one
OF those forces? II was az II he had
come suddenly on deep water triclxling
underground through dry country. He
plunged his hand into the spring.
Tell me-" he ordered. ~.
But the queen saw only the vagaries
OF irresponsible boys in this spasmodic
conversation; 1t was important to ar
range matters; she brushed aside the
short vague sentences, and the prince,
a flicker OF smile on his grave face,
was silent
In the gray dawn of the next morn
Ing there was a slight stir through the
palace, and out between the lines OF
drowsy Austrian sentinels passed a
procession OF whose true character they
We're far from aware, else history had
changed. The guard watched the de-
parture; the sick lady-Hortense-l
queen Of Holland. as they all knew
more or less clearly, drove away slow
ly in her travelling caleche, and on the
box was q young man in the livery OF
a groom whom no one OF tho half
awake soldiers knew for Prince Louis
Napoleon; in the middle or the second
carriage sat another youth OF two or
three years younger who was, the
queens servants had been told, the
Marquis Zappi Their passports were
examined and they went through the
gates of the city without awakening the
least suspicion. But Hortense, as she
lay back in the caleche, felt her heart
batter against its covering so that each
breath was pain; her mouth seemed
parched; when she tried to speak the
words would not come, or came in
gasps; II seemed an agonizing CEN
fury before the city gates were passed.
And all the while the sick boy, so care
fully guarded from cold breath OF
air for days back, sat outside In chilly
drizzle, and his mothers anxiety was
of yet another sort as she felt the
dampness blow in upon her own shelter.
She drew a sob OF relief as they gained
the fields-yet their dangers were only
bAgun. All over the county which
they were about to cover they were
known. tho dethroned queen and her
two sons, and Louis Napoleon'B in1mo-
bile young face was Of an individuality
not to be forgotten. M.
Not once In all their dramatic series
of escapes and DISCUSSES were HuTtense
and her sons betrayed, but they had TO
fear the indiscretion Of their fa1ends
more than the malignity Of their enc
mics. and this part of Italy was full or
friends high and low, E.a..
over and over again they were
recognized, but mother and son
learned to trust the untiring watch
fulness of the ready resources OF
the Marquis Zappfs understudy, the
young Frenchman who had so fortu-
lnately and easily fitted into the empty
nlaca On their rroRrarn. The great dark