Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1914-09-02

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ionel mans heart longed for his own
people as he went over again that time
OF excitement and sorrow. ending with
the older boys death at Forli and his
own illness and narrow escape from
capture.
up his hands with French dem
onstrativeness. as the memory came to
MIN or n days in Ancona when he lay
at Deaths door. hidden in the very room
next that of the Austrian general, saved
at last by the marvellous mothers
wit and courage. The journey through
Italy to France. that vas drama enough
ior n life. Recognized at every turn.
never. and ending with
Prince Louis smiled his slow dim smile
"a hitting 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 was the name: it was
set IN his memory; it had been in that
1924. when a runaway suhoolboy prince
a 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 was a fine sight-the dash
OF the youngster through the startled
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the horse; the skirmish to get free. and.
at last. the rush of the chase. He had
seen it all. watching quietly while his
mother and the landlord implored him
TO hide himself. That young French
man-if he 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 d%eferentially on
the IGOR of the room. But picturesque
condolences happen in lives as we'll as
on the stage; in Louis Napoleon's there
was more than one. 'Entrez!" he
called sharply. and then, Come int"
Inc door swung slowly and Aaron,
White aproned and white eyeballed
stood in it.
"Marse Prince" he stated with a dig
nifty of service which crowned heads
could not daunt. "ole Marse SEN me
bring You dis hyer Marse Gopray."
a hight figure stepped before the
black and white of Aaron, and halted.
and bowed profoundly. The light from
lhe window shone on the face and the
9ark IMMENSE eyes that lifted toward
frlnce Louis. and for a moment he
stared, puzzled. Was he in the pres
ent: surely this man was part of the
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 Louis Bonaparte.
Doth hands his royalty forgotten in the
dellght OF seeing a face which recalled
his youth and his mother.
FRANCOIS. W minutes later, found
himself standing. bursting with loyalty
ana pride. with the princes hands
clasping his. and the princes trans
formed race beaming O 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 have you been :?
pi and r." o zap
But no. your highness. I did not get
away" smiled Francois Beaupre as If
lmparting a joyful bit of news. "They
And he told briefly his story of five
in prison. of the desperate es-
OF the rescue and voyage to Amer
lea, of his wrecked health. NOT vet no
established. Through the account shone
tne uncomfortable French gaiety. An
otner thing there was which a French
man n q Bonaparte could not fail to
seeI.nal the thought of his service to
tne mouse OF B~onaparte had been a sus-
lalning pride. and the hope Of future
service an inspiring hope. With entire
lalth In his own mission. held to through
OF trial. Prince Louis knew the
Of that faith. and heard its
ethIa IKE music through the
was mans words. Here also
star. n his spirit stirred to see that
tne star which led the other was his
own. mat currents, which would one
DAY meet In the great river of his
PoWes. ran underground through the
wo.io, vas part of his belief: here was
one o. them. Who knew what this
man wa fated to mean to him? Three
times already he had dropped into his
pain from 9 clear sky; twice he had
his life by headlong age Sac
r1nce. and here, thousands of miles
rom those scenes. the light figure. the
startling eyes appeared to him again
at anotner time Of deep discourage.
perstition and gratitude a hold TO-
on the princes troubled mini
He threw himself back into CoIone1
Hampton's leather armchair. q
IKE IN lmpressiveness and size: the
mask or impassivity closed ON his
colorless features. s
Sit there, monsieur" he orderea
an tell me your life."
simply. yet dramatically as was his
slit' the young man went over the
tale which he had told to Lucy Hamn-
TON, that and And the prince
!istened TO every word. He, too. had
the french s~ensitiveness to Theatrical:
effect and his o~verwrought imaeina-
ton seemed to see the hand of des..
tiny vtsibly Joining this story to his.
Here was q legacy from Napoleon: an
instrument created by his uncle. which
he. the heir. should USE. Already the
man mad proved that he brought good
ortune already he had deserved wen
OF the B~onapartes; already his entire
In the return Of the family
to their own had cheered the lonely
prince beyond belief. There was q lonSx
silence when Francois had fnished.
and Louis deep-pitched voice broke Il.
day perhaps q marshal OF
France under another Bonaparte,ss he
repeated thoughtfully. 1t was the ac-