Bisbee daily review., 1914-08-16
CHAPTER XII.
The Mother of , Prnee.

The Mother of a Prince.
 The walls of the palace at Ancona dropped to the sea; against them the waves danced. Out on the blue wa ter lay a fleet of dshing-boats, and the wind Tapped torn sails. and the sun light glanced on battered hulls and Uttered decks. The woman who sat by an open window of the palace pushed the black trailing 3f her gown from her, as fl the somberness hurt her eyes; she laid her head against the window-frame and stared at the breeze-tossed waves and the fishing fleet
 "lt may be our only hope Of escape those wretched boats. she said half aloud. and her blue eyes were full of sadness, almost of hopelessness.
 A sound caught her ear. and she lift- ed her head quickly. The door into the next room was partly open and some one moved there, that was an She turned, the lines Of her figure falling again into a melancholy pose
 The doctor takes a long time" she spoke, and gazed out once more to the water
 There had been a spirited young girl years before wno had romped 10 the gardens of Malmaison. who had led the laughter which echoed through those avenues of lime and plantain, whose sweetness and givacity had drawn the figure Of Napoleon himself into the vortex Of gladness which was her atmosphere. Always brightness seemed Co follow her through the en- chantmeut of the place; always she seemed to move in gaiety Today, on a March morning of 1880, this was she -Horteuse.
 The daughter of France she had been, the queen of Holland. and now for years an exile. Here, ID, a fugi- tive, in her nephew's palace at An- coma, with the Ausrians at the gate of the city, she waited in anxiety al most more intense than she could bear the word of the doctor as to her son. Five days before. at F0rl, her older boy had died, and her sore heart stirred with a sickening throb as she thought of this Other-LOuis-uow her only child, lying in the room beyond In 1 high fever, m with the disease with which his brother had fallen A womau's soul might well be over crowded with such sorrow and such fear, but there was more. Her two boys had thrown in their lot shortly before with the Italian revolutionists. and had fought and had distinguished themselves. And now that the revo- lution of the Romagna was a failure. that the Austrian army was advanc ing ylctoriOusly. now that death had taken the older to safety, the younger -Louis-the invalid lad in the room beyond, was In imminent danger He was excepted from the general am nesty; the natural ways of escape were closed, for the authorities of Tuscany and of Switzerland had let her know that the Prince would not be permitted in those territories From Rome two of her sons unCles. Cardi- nal Fesch and King Jerome, had sent word that if he were taken by tho Austrians he was lost And at the moment when Hortense had decided to carry her boy off to Turkey by way of Corfu, an Austrian fleet appeared in the Adriatic.
 In such a critical state were the affairs of the black-gowned woman who gazed from the palace windows to the sea. The doctor was with her son. The boys condition seemed to her no better, but worse than the day before, she waited an official verdict. The door opened and she looked up as a tall man came in
 Doctor" she stammered and stopped-ehe feared to ask.
 Your majesty" the old man said gravely, 'I grieye to be the bearer Of bad news"
 "He is worse, Doctor?" The words came with a gasp she felt that she could not face more trouble.
 Yes, your Majesty, the fever has increased since yesterday. With his youth and strength we may hope-if he is carefully nursed but to move him would be madness"
 Queen Hortense struck her hands together. What can ] do? What can 2 do2" she demanded. and the doctor