Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1914-09-03
ARonam Observation-Disclosures
IfIE MARSHAL
HMaryR Raymond Shipman Andrews
Aaehar The Perfect TZbuze. etc

for one life. Recognized at every turn.
Ibetrayed lever and ending with
Prince Louis smiled his slow dim smile
"a fitting ending indeed to days whose
every minute was adventure. He
thought OF the landlord Of the inn, the
old cavalryman; the young Frenchman
-Beaupre-that var the name; 1t was
set In his memory; 1t had been in thai
tenacious memory since an afternoon of
1874. when a runaway schoolboy prince
had slipped over the Jura, and played
with three other children, about a
ruined castle; he saw Francois Beaupre
take reverently In his hand the sword
which Napoleon held-and then the
alarm! That vas a fine sight-the dash
OF the youngster through the startled
mob of Austrians: the flying leap to
the horse; he's kirmish to get free. and,
seen 1T all. watching quietly while his
mother and the landlord implored him
to hide himself. That young French
man-tf 1e should be alive-if ever he
should meet him again Prince Louis
would not forget. 1t was psychological
that he should have been thinking this
when a knock sounded deferentially on
the door OF the room. But picturesque
condolences happen In lives as Well as
on the stage; in Louis Napoleon's there
was more than one. "Entrez!" he
called sharply. and then. Come I'M"
The door swung slowly and Aaron,
white aproned and white eyeballed
stood in 1t.
"Marse Prince" he stated with a dig
could not daunt. ole Marse SEN me
bring Q dis hyer Marse Gopray."
A light figure stepped before the
black and white of Aaron, and halted.
and bowed profoundly. The light from
the window shone on the face and the
dark immense Eyes that lifted toward
Prince Louis. and for a moment he
stared. puzzled. Was he in the pres
emit? Surely this man was part of the
past which he had been reviewing.
surely ne had played a role in the
princes history-where? With a flash
ing thought into the years ,he knew.
Mon anil" cried LouisABonaparte,
and sprang forward and stretched out
poth hands, his royalty forgotten in the
dellght or seeing a face which recalled
MS youth and his mother.
francois. two minutes later. found
himself standing, bursting with loyalts
ana pride. with the princes hands
elasplng his. and the princes trans
formed face beaming on him.
You rode like the DEVIL said the
prince. but the Austrians had the
horses. That poor Bleu-bleu! How did
you get away? Where nave you been?
Mon Dieu. but we looked for you, Zap
pi Inc II" 10y
But no.. your highness. 1 did not get
away" smiled Francois Beaupre as if
caught mo-" 10y
And he told briefly his story of five
Years IN prison. of the desperate es-
cape, OF the rescue and voyage to Amer
lca. OF MS wrecked health. not yet re-
estapllshed. Through the account shone
ens uneonquerable French gaiety. An
otner thing there was which a French
man ana q Bonaparte could not fail to
see-that the thought Of his service to
the U Of Bonaparte had been a sus-
tanning pride, and the hope of future
service an inspiring hope. With entire
Ialth IN his own mission. held to through
years OF trial. Prince Louis knew the
Keynote Of that faith. and heard It's
sound like music through the
other mans words. Here also
was a life with a r,,idins
star, and his spirit stirred to see thai
the star which led the other was his
own. Ihat currents, which would one
gay meet IN the great river Of his
world, was part of his belief; here was
one o. them. Who knew what this
man vas fated to mean to him? Three
times already he a dropped into his
pain from q clear sky: twice he had
saved his life by headlong eager sac
$500 @to Aeie, thousands of miles
from those scenes. h light figure. the
startling eyes appeared to him again
at another time Of deep Discourage
ment. 1t seemed q happy omen: SUI
perstition and gratitude laid hold to-
gether on the princes troubled min
He threw himself back into CoIone
Hampton's leather armchair, throne.
like in impressiveness and size: thu
mask of impassivity closed on hi;
colorless features.
Sit there, monsieur" he ordered
and tell me u life"
Simply, yet dramatically as was his
g1ft, the young nan went over tht
tale which he had told to Lucy Hamp.
ton. that and more. And the prince
listened to every word. He, too. hat
the French sensitiveness to theatrica
erect, and his overwrought imagina.
ton seemed to see the hand of des.
n visibly Joining this story to his
Here was a legacy from Napoleon; al
Il instrument created by his uncle, which
he, the heir, should use. Already til,
man had proved that he brought o
fortune; already he had deserved wei
OF the B0napartes; already his entir.
confidence in the return of the famil,
to their own had cheered the lionel,
prince beyond belief. There was a lont
silence when Francois had finished
and Louis deep pitched voice broke ii
One a perhaps a marshal o
France under another B~onaparte,'" h,
J repeated thoughtfully. 1T was the &C,
colade. the old right Of royalty" an,
gazed. as il rejecting. at the othe
i mans face.
Heightened color told how much i
u meant to Francois Beaupre to hea
those words spoken by the. prince. H
waited q moment before he answered
May the God above kings briny
your highness to your throne" he sal,
low, as, II thew weight OF the wish hushe,
him. That ! should be a marshal 0
! your highness' empire is not of I'm
portance. vet was the prophecy of tn
emperor. It will happen-I believe /
will happen as surely as your high
ness will be emperor"
That mi man, o a great mar
should say such words seems a littl
thing to influence the mind of a per
|. sonage such as was Louis Napoleo,
even in his dark days. But his min
was thirsty for such words, and sue
4 confidence to reinforce his own. TIL
: failure at Strasburg had been a bite
Q Pillow, and his later trial and condem
nation to exile pluckily as he ha
8 borne Il. had shaken his courage; tn
y four months at sea had been solitar,
3 the landing In an unknown countr
q without friends or was har
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