The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-07-23

too good to be true. Yet It is not pos
sible that after all they should"-she
looked at her son; her courage came
springing back. They shall not take
you" and her ayes flashed defiance at
a 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. Y
can save you"
1t was as if she put a spur to her
BRAIN; there was a moments silence
and the two lads watched her brows
craving together under lie concentra-
ton of her brain.
o course" she said suddenly, and
lauShed-a spontaneous laughted which
seemed to flood her with youthfulncss.
She turned her blue glance swiftly on
ne newcomer, the slender boy with
the luminous eyes. You are in the
%sieuro"
But yes, your majesty. 1 I'm the
secretary of Monsieur lie Marquis" She
paused a second, seemed to take stock
OF the young man, of his looks, his
bearing, his accent.
You are French. Haze YOU n svrn-
pathy with the family of my son, with
the Bonapartes?"
1t was as if a door had been opened
into a furnace, so the eyes blazed.
your majesty, | would give my life
Tor his ~highness," he said quietly. The
~lmpassiVe face of the young prince
turned toward the speaker, and the
half-shut heavy glance. which had the
Napcleonic gift OF holding q picture.
rested on him attentively. Louis Bon
aparte seemed to remember something.
what Is your name, monsieur" he
asked, n 1t might nave been noticed
that his head lifted a little from the
pillow as he waited for the answer.
Beaupce. Sire" The young
man seemed to be out Of breath. "Sire!"
Louis Napoleon repeated. And then, ~
have seen you before. Where was it?
Not In Rome-not In Switzerland-ah!"
fils hand flew out, and with that Fran
coils was on his knee by the bedside,
and Il kissed tho outstretched thin
fingers, and the princes other hand was
on his shoulder fraternally.
The old chateau Of Vicques-my
PlayfeHow Francois. 1 told you then
| was going to remember, didn't ~"
Louis Napoleon demanded, laughing
boyishly. Mother. he saved my life
from the falling wall. Do you remem-
Der the story of my runaway trip"
And H~ortense, 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
daaallng charm which she knew how to
throw into a sentence. And then, eager
with the headlong Zest Of q hunter for
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 safety?"
Inc dark young face was pale. Your
| fn1 1eGtv If ia bor r,i~aSu 49, -
dared to hope for yet"
YETI? the prince demanded lacon-
lcaIly. He saved words always. this
lad, but he always said his thought.
me other boys face turned to him,
he answered very simply, but yes,
that l should have a part In your high
ness fate.
Louis NAPOLEON. in spite Of practical
hard-working qualities, a sentimental
ist, a dreamer, above all a mar DOM
mated by a destiny. felt a quick shrill.
throughout Europe to place him one
day on his uncle's throne; such was
the profound belief of his life. Might
not this man's words. electrical with
sincerity, point to his existence as one
or those forces? 1t was as II he had
through a dry country. He
plunged his HAND into the spring.
Tell me-" he ordered.
But the queen saw only the vaEaries
OF irresponsible boys In this spasmodic
conversation; it was important to ar
range matters; she brushed aside the
short vague sentences, and the prince,
a flicker Of a smile on his grave face,
was silent.
In the gray dawn of the next morn
ing there was a slight stir through the
palace, n out between the lines OF
drowsy Austrian sentinels passed a
procession OF whose true character they
were far from aware, else history had
changed. The guard watched the de-
parture; the sick lady-Hortense-late
queen of Holland. as they all knew
more or less clearly, drove away slow
~ in her travelling caleche, and on the
pox was q young man in the livery of
a groom whom no one OF the half
awake soldiers knew for Prince Louis
Napoleon; in the middle of 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
'sO0 oAa Gall IA
gasps; 1t seemed an agonizing CEN
tury before the city gates were passed.
And all h while the sick boy. SO care
fully guarded from a cold breath Of
air for days back, sat outside in a chilly
drizzle, n 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 Telds-yet their dangers were only
bagun. All over the country which
they were about to cover they were
known. the dethroned queen and her
tive 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 than the malignity Of their enc
mics. and this part Of Italy was full Of
friends high and low.
Over and over again they we're
recognized. but mother and son
learned to trust the untiring watch
fulness of the ready Of
the Marquis Zappis 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 loyal-