The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1914-10-28
The Marshal
Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews
Author Of The Perfect Tribute
The Better Treasure, etc.
illustration, ByELLSwORTH YOUNG
Copyright 1912 by BObbs-Merrin Co.
CHAPTER XXI.
The Niqht Before.


Boulogne, the ship Edinburgh Castle
lay rocking in the wind. Prince Louis
Bonaparte, who had chartered her, and
the handful of his followers who had
sailed with him on her from England
had disembarked quietly at twilight,
and in small companies had succeeded
in entering the town and the quarters
of the officers who were, in France,
the nucleus and the hope of their at
tempt. In the rooms of Lieutenant
Aladenize, the host of the Prince, a
short council had been held to go over
once more the plans which had been
discussed and settled by letter for
weeks already. The work was care
fully arranged; there was almost moth
ing to be changed, and the little COM
pany of men who were trying so large
a fate, scattered, with grave faces,
with quiet good nights to the Prince
who might tomorrow be their EN-
peror, to the Prince for whose sake
they might tomorrow night be. any or
all ruined men or dead men.
He sat erect and listened Thelin
was brushing clothes with energy in
the bedroom, and through another door
turned, of gay song sung softly. And
glow suddenly warmed the Princes
heart; here was some one who had
known his mother, who had been, in
deed, for few days her son; here
was some one who cared for him, he
believed it, with a half-consuming
flame of devotion. Since the mans
arrival from Virginia six weeks before,
to have him near himself had been a
pleasure to Louis Bonaparte; he
seemed to bring back the freshness
of his early days, of the young conf
dence when his star shone for him,
distant perhaps, but undimmed by the
black clouds which drove now across
it. He was a bit superstitious about
Francois as well, with an idea, which
he spoke to no one, that a pivotal in
terest of his career rested in the mod
est figure.
He rose, this night in Boulogne, as
the paper rustled and the little French
provincial chanson sounded from the
room where Francois Beaupre, now
his secretary, had been installed, and
stepped to the closed door.
de tous cote's Pon que je suis
bette"
Francois sang softly. The Prince
smiled. AS he opened the door the
singing stopped; the young man
sprang respectfully to his feet, let
ter grasped in his hand, and stood
waiting.
"Sire!" he said.
Prince Louis flung out his hand with
a gesture of impulsiveness strange to
his controlled manner, yet not out of
drawing to those who knew him well.
"Ah, Francois" he cried. Let the
titles go for tonight. Say, Louis as
on that day when we first saw each
other; when the four children played
together in the old chateau ruins. And
Francois smiled his radiant exquisite
smile and answered quietly. But yes,
my brother-Louis." And went on, 81
believe shall not sleep tonight, Louis.
1 believe am too happy to Sleep
AS one reads a novel for relaxation
in the strain of a critical business az
fair, Prince Louis caught at the dis
traction of this side issue. The next
morning was planned to the last de-
tail; there was nothing to do till day
light, yet he could not sleep at pres
ent. Here was a romance of some
sort He sank back on the cushions
of the coach of Lieutenant Aladenize's
smoking room and put his feet up lux
uriously, and slowly lighted a cigar
of Havana
Tell me-" he ordered, and the gen
tleness of appeal was in the order.
"Sire'-the young man began-and
corrected himself. Louis" he said:
The Prince smiled dimly. "Since our
landing 1 have known that wonder
full thing has happened to me. 1t is
he spoke lower-"it is the love of the
woman who is to me the only one IN
the world"
81 congratulate you, mon ami, Louis
said gently. "Is it by any chance the
delightful little Mademoiselle Alike OF
the old chateau?"
Beaupre turned scarlet. He was
marvellous man, this Prince Louis
How had he guessed? "She loves me
i have here a letter in which she
tells me that she loves me. Will his
Highness read it?" With an impetu-
Gus step forward he held the paper
toward Louis Napoleon.
II thank you," the Prince said grave
Iy. He readi
Francois, what you have wished all
your life is true. The. good fairies
have granted one of your wishes be-
fore the battle. That they will give
you the other two on the day OF the
battle is the belief Of your
ALIKE"
And below was written hurriedly,
"Pietro sends his love-"
The Prince gave back the letter with
a respectful hand; then looked at
Francois inquiringly. "'What you
have wished all your life,' mon amir"
Francois laughed happily. Zone must
explain, if it will not tire his High
ness" And he told, in few words,
of that day when his self-restraint had
given way and how, when his guard
was down and he was on the point OF