Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1914-05-02

square, IL the fourth artillery fol-
lowed its colonel, If the day went WE'LL
this was the core of his army. Colonel
Vaudrey was in the center OF the
square; the Prince marched quietly
to him and as he came, with a sharp
simultaneous clatter that was the mu-
sic of Heaven to his ears, the whole
regiment presented arms.
in the glowing light the soldiers who
fronted toward him could see that the
colorless face turned grayer, but that
was all, and quickly Colonel Vaudrey
spoke to his men.
Soldiers of the fourth artillery" he
said loudly. "a revolution begins to-
day under the nephew of the Emperor
Napoleon He is before you, and
comes to lead you. He has returned
to his land to give back the people
| their rights. the army its greatness
He trusts in your courage. your de-
votion to accomplish this glorious mis-
SION My soldiers. your colonel has
answered for you. Shout then with
me Long live Napoleon! Long. live
the Emperor
The terse soldierly words were
hardly finished when the regiment
strongly Bonapartist always, carried
off it's feet now by the sight of the
Prince, by the honor of being the first
to whom he came caught up the cry,
and the deep voices sent it rolling
down the empty streets. Louis Bona
parte standing erect. motionless. i'm
passive as always, wondered if a pulse
might beat harder than his and not
break. He held up his hand, and rap
idly, yet with lingering shouts of en-
thusiasm, the tumult quieted.
Soldiers" he said, 81 have come to
| you first because between you and
me there are great memories With
you the Emperor, my uncle, served as
captain; with you he won glory at the
siege of Toulon; you opened the gates
of Grenoble to him when he came
| back from Elba. Soldiers, the honor
of beginning a new empire shall be
| yours; yours shall be the honor of sa-
| luting first the eagle of Austerlitz and
Wagram." He caught the standard
| from an officer and held it high. cit
| is the sign of French glory; it has
| shone over every battlefield; it has
passed through every capitol of Eur
| ope- Soldiers, rally to the eaglei I
trust it to you've will march today
against the oppressors. crying Long
live France"
| One who has not heard a regiment
| gone mad can not know how 1t was.
With deafening clatter and roar every
sword was drawn and the shakos flew
aloft and again and again, and again
the mems deep voices sent up in bro
ken magnificent chorus the great his
| toric cry to which armies had gone
into battle.
| Mo-
The souls of a thousand men were
on fire with memories and traditions,
with a passion of conservation to a
cause, and as If the spell of the name
grew stronger with it's repetition they
shouted over and over, in tremendous
unison, over and over and over.
| ''Vive Napoleon! Vive rEmpereuri
| 1t was necessary at last for the
| quiet slender young man who was the
| storm-center to raise his hand again,
\ and with a word, with the glimmer of
a smile to speak his gratitude-to stop
| the storm. There was much to be
| done. The fourth artillery was but
| one of several regiments to be gained
| If the victory were to be complete.
| Colonel Lombard was dispatched to a
printing Office with proclamations to
be struck off; Lieutenant Laity hur-
| ried away to his battalion; a detach-
ment was sent to hold the telegraph
| office; the tumult once quieted. the
| yard was a scene of efficient business,
for all this had been planned and each
| officer knew his work. In a very few
moments the officers of the third ar
| tillery who were with the Prince had
fastened to their quarters, another had
| been sent to arouse the forty-sixth of
the line, at the Place d. Alton bar
racks, and shortly Prince Louis him.
self was on his way to the same place.
Through the streets of the city, no
| longer empty, he passed with his off,
GERS. and the people poured from their
houses, and joined and answered the
| shouts of the soldiers.
'fVive l'Empereur," the soldiers
cried. '1t is the nephew of Napoleon -
and the citizens threw back. give
| l'Empereuri 1t is the son of the hon.
est king of Holland, 1t is the grand
| son of Josephine!"
They pressed so close about the
small figure in it's Swiss uniform of a
| colonel that for moment he was sep
arated from his officers, and Colonel
| Vaudrey, smiling for all his military
| discipline, was forced to order his
mounted artillerymen to clear the
| road. Every moment an old soldier
broke out of the mass and embraced
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