The Washington herald., 1914-10-04
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| called Fromanteau. In an else. however.
with its stone cottages bordering the high
road between Paris and Fontainebleau.
It Is much the same simple hamlet that
it was in the days when the Emperor and
his court, in q cloud Of dust, passed
through on their imperial progresses be-
tween the capital and the great ehstsau.
and as it was that n1ght Of the soth Of
March, 1914, when, in an agony OF rage
and despair. he paced its only street.
At the southern entrance of the village
there rise by the road two tims-scarred
| fountains, the Fountains OF Juvisy. as
| they are called in honor of the munich
pality Of which Cour de France is but q
small part The women and children Of
! the neighborhood, who still come to hold
their buckets and pitchers under the
! flowing streams, are reminded by the in
scriptions that they are indebted for the
refreshing bounty of the fountains to
King Louis XIV. and for their restoration
| irony Of fortune that by those fountains
| Of Juvisy Napoleon lie Grand" should
have received the bitterest draft that
ever was pressed to his lips. r
While the impatient Emperor waited by
the fountains for fresh horses to speed
him on the last stage OF his race for
him from Paris. '.Whati you, Belliardi"
he exclaimed as he recognized that gen
eral. What does this mean? You here
with your cavalry. Where 10 the army?,'
dire events Of that fatefuI day when
Paris and the empire fell
But the allies were not to enter the
1 city until the morning. The Emperor
knit his brow. He could be in Paris in
There is still timer he cried to Cau-
| lincourt, My carriagei You hear what
i say? / mean 10 go TO Paris. Ny car
riagei Bring me my carriageH
But more retreating troops came. bring
] ing the same story to the Emperor where
\ he sat on the base of one of the foun-
| tains, supporting his throbbing head in
his hands, Soon he started up from his
roadside reverie and strode through the
| village and to the brow Of the hill. Stand
| ing there, he saw the bivouac fires OF
allied Europe drawn in Gordon about
| ing him to turn his back on the painful
spectacle, he retired 10 the Inn Of Cour
| de France. That humble -cayside tavern
is gone now, and on its site are the villa
and astronomical observatory Of Camille
Flammarion, whose most powerful lens,
however, cannot catch q CLEAN or the
star which Napoleon saw leading him on
to glory and to disaster. rt
No sooner had the Emperor. entered
the inn than he spread his maps and fen
/ into a. soliloquy: Alexander will hold 4
review tomorrow: he viii have half his
\ army on the right bank Of the Seine and
my army, could crush them all" Agaip
he looked up. with. q new hope hamiEE
in his eye. I've got them! I've got
them in my handsr' BE would 70 to
| Fontainbleau assemble his army and
drive the aliens out Of his capital.
Caulincourt begged him to accept the
terms offered by the Congress of chatil-
ion, but which, OF course, were no longer
open 10 him. Still he would not consider
the suggestion Of his minister. Although
he started him to Paris with instructions
to negotiate with the allied soyereigns,
he warned him, mo shameful peaceri
Even with Paris fallen, he would not give
up Antwerp France would be nothing
without Antwerp?' he persisted
When Caulincourt had departed on his
futile mission the maps were rolled up.
and the Emperor, worn out by his three
day race against Fate, fell asleep In the
tavern chair. II was natures truce. and
he sat there oblivious to his misfortunes
until 4 o'clock in the morning. when he
re-entered his wicker carriage and drove
back to Fontainebleau.
ssAlvaS,evIth BonaPartep'
At IL O'Clock that morning troop of
Sosaacks, followed by the Car and the
king Of Prussia, passed under the arch
o. Louis XIV At the Port st. Martin In
Paris. As the concuering spearmen from
the Don and the conquer.ng monarchs
pranced along the boulevards, welcoming
cheers rang from the crowded windows
ana roofs. Long live the Carr Long
live the King OF PrusEiaP' Long live
our Ieerators! Long live King Louis
xVnIrr Down with the tyranftn An
the better dressed people had BROUGHT
out and donned the white cockade. and
the lilies Of the Bourbons fen like saoW-
Makes IN the pathway Of the conduerors
Paris had ezhAustsd her passion Ia the