Bisbee daily review., 1914-09-16


 third was coming. would be here any second Francois faithfulness could be trusted
 Slowly. with his officers crowdine about him. he was driven toward the barracks wall and, in a flash. from somewhere. a man was before him. thrusting a bit of paper at him. With a swift movement he had 1t opened and read:
 Destiny throws arsenal Into our hands Have taken third artillery to hold it I wait to bring the news-a jewel for your crown. Vive IEmper. curl Beaupre."
 Few men ever heard Louis Napo. leon sob. yet the officers stood about him at that moment caught a sound that wrung them It meant the end. and they knew it Passionately he crushed the paper and threw 1t into the seething mass
 Fool! He has thrown away the em pire," he hissed through set teeth "If I could run him through"
 z Then, quickly. he was himself again Serenely while the msddened soldiers pressed on him, he turned and spoke a quiet word to his friends, and then. serenely. too, with a gaze that was half contemptuous, half friendly. be let himself be made prisoner.
 Yet the fight was not all over even now. On the ramparts, where the Urfn hfu -Ha been, had gathered from the Fauboure Pierre a formidable crowd. who ad. vanced angrily to his rescue. and pelt ed the line regiment with stones. and cried again and again, "Vive l'Emper. curl" Colonel Talandier had to reck. on with a many-sided trouble But the heart of it was in his hands, and slow. ly order and the old rule were coming back
 The tumult of the struggle had quieted, the volatile forty-sixth regi. ment, returned to its allegiance. stood formed in ranks, in appearance as firm for the king as the everlasting hills. and, at the end of the court was sad and silent get a stately group of men. the Prince who had almost been Emperor and those who had watched slipping with his hope, their hopes of grandeur.
 Suddenly a horses hoofs rang down the lane from the Faubourg; a rider clattered at gallop into the yard and across the front of the soldiers. and every one in the agitated company saw that the man reeling in his sad de was wounded With blind gaze he stared about as he refined in, and then he caught sight of the sorry group, the Prince and his officers. To Francois Beaupre. clutching to this world by one thread of duty. this was the victorious Emperor and his tri. umphant stan With a choking shout he threw himself from the horse and fell, too far gone to stand. at the Princes feet.
 Sire, l bring you the arsenal" he stammered painfully. loudly. In the silence of the courtyard one heard every word. Two wishes good fair ies he gasped And then. his mouth twisting Co a smile, "the third-ls no matter"
 Louis Bonaparte looked down at the man whose dying face stared up at him in a rapture of loyalty; whose life had been consecrated to him; whose death was for him; who had lost him an empire For a second a struggle shook him, and then the large kind ness through which he came nearest to greatness, overhowed In the ca. reer to como was no finer moment. no higher inspiration for Prince Louis than this. He bent close to the giaz- ing eyes.
 "Courage!" he said clearly. "Cour. age, mon ami Live for me and for our country. Live, my brother Fran. cois-Chevalier Beaupre, Marshal of the Empire" And the Princes sword flashed out and touched his shoulder.
 The other world closing about him Francois heard-they did not doubt it who saw the eyes flame as a irehy flames out of darkness, and when his lips stirred they knew that he wished to cry once more "Vive lEmpereuri"
 Frenchmen all. shaken with the liv- ing drama, the ruined men who stood about a defeated Prince cried 1t for him-the old magic cry of the Bona partes With kepis lifted, as one man. "Vive l'Empereur! the deep voices cried, hailing a lost cause for a lost life But only the Prince knew that a thought came after; only he caught, on the gasp which let the soul out, a girls name. He bent quickly again, with an eager assurance, but 1t was late. The accolade of a higher king had touched his servant, and the knightly soul Of Francois had risen.
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