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THE MARSHAL.
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begun. All over the country which
they were about to cover they were
known. h dethroned queen and her
two sons. and Louis Napoleon's immo-
bile young face was Of an individuality
not to be forgotten.
Not once in all their dramatic series
of escapes and DISCUSSES were Hortense
and her sons betrayed, but they had to
fear the indiscretion OF their friends
more han the malignity of their enc
mics. and this part of Italy was full OF
friends high and low.
Over and over again they were
recognized. but mother and son
learned to trust h untiring watch.
fulness of the ready resources OF
the Marquis Zappi's understudy, the
young Frenchman who had so fortu-
nately and easily fitted into the empty
place on their program. The great dark
eyes,. smoldering with %unspoken loyal
ty. were always watching n prince.
and he saved the invalid's strength and
softened the hardships Of travel In
countless ways; no chance seemed to
escape him.. Louis Napoleon. living an
intense life under a cold and reserved
exterior, responding as to an electric
wire. to every thread of incident which
seemed a possible fiber in the fabric
weaving. he believed. for him-the fab
rtc of his imperial poWer-Louis Ma
poleon lost none Of the young mans
devotion. There was little conversation
between them. for the sick boy. often
in great pain. a no strength to spare
from the exciting and strenuous days,
where adventure and escape succeeded
adventure and escape. where each step
mean danger. and each turn Of the
o anxiety. But his heart was touched
with a gratitude which his impressive
face was far from showing: he would
remember his old playmate. Francois
Beaupre.
At length it was time for Prince
Louis and the sham marquis to drop
their liveries and travel as the sons Of
h English woman for whom their
passport was made out. The clothes.
which Beaupre was to wear, had be-
longed to the young man dead at Forli
Louis B~onaparte's brother-and as he
presented himself dressed in them. he
saw the painful flush which crept up
"Your highness. I am sorry" he
stammered. "It is grief to me-" AID
then he threw himself impulsively on
his knees by the side Of Louis chair
my prince, I wear them with rever-
ence." he said. and then. %hesitating. he
added. Perhaps I would seem less
unworthy if Your highness knew that,
mere secretary as I am, I am yet more.
I am noble. 1t isnot simple Francois
Beaupre whom you honor, but a man
created chevalier by the sword of the
emperor"
The dull eyes of the prince shot a
glance between dropping lids. "What is
1t you mean. monsieur?" he demanded.
But at the moment the queen entered
the room. and the lads sprang to their
feet. Her eyes caught the picture of
the young Frenchman in his new dress
at once; they opened wide and Their
filled with ears.
Louis: Louis!" she cried. n laid
her hand on his arm. "He looks like
him.: he looks like Napoleon!"
And the brother. considering, saw
there was a certain likeness, in the
alert figure and the dark pale face.
From that on Hortense wished Fran
co.'s with her as much as possible, and
as he vas supposed to be her son it
was natural that he should be. There
was a rushing anxious day or two, &
frontier passed in the middle of the
night where trouble with a sleepy COM
missioner almost brought disaster upon
them; there was q city to be gone
through in broad daylight. which was
of whom might know the queen; there
was a foolish. enthusiastic, young Of
hcer who noisily greeted the prime at
another post; there were hairbreadtH.,
escapes everywhere. At length, one
night, in the valley Of Chiana. thew
VI = d quiet NIUE village where, so
near We're they to safety, it seemed
prudent to tak a nights rest. After
this new luxury the party. refreshed
and encouraged. breakfasted together
the next morning.
A deferential knock sounded at the
door of the breakfast room. Francois
sprang to it. and the landlord stood in
tne opening. bowling elaborately-a SOL
dlerly old man with thick, grizzled hair.
"A thousand pardons for disturbing
miladi and h messieurs." and miladi
smiled forgiveness. Might an old SOL
der of the emperor dare to say that one
could not help knowing the emperor's
kinsmen" He bowed again to both
boys allke: and again Hortense smiled
mat the two seemed brothers to the
world in general. and she was so used
to recognition and loyalty now tina.
they appeared to belong together.
might an old soldier of the emperor
dare to show miladi-her majesty
the emperor himself had touched. the
sword which he. Jean Gredin, an old
cu1rassier of the guard, mad cnrried in
four battles? There was a little STOW,
OF Inc sword. a story also of the won
deriul good of the emperor, which mi.
,aul-nerm aJesty-permitting, he would
K 10 tell to her. as also to he high
nesses." e sl-
ana. her majesty permitting. and the
boys pleased n Interested. the old
cavalryman brought the sword and
drew 1t from its sheath and gave 81
to each Of them to handle. and called
on them to remark how it was as keen
ana bright as it had ever been at Tim
OF Austerlitz. He cleared his throat
strongly. for the tale. ioa
adi majesty = permitting"
the old soldier began, ut was ~ :,
day two years after the great battle az q
Austerlitz. The country, as her ma :.
5esty and the highnesses will remam
Der, was in a most dangerous conditinn