The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-09-10

could hardly watt to so TO France. to-
reclaim that insMlted sword. He wrote
on. finished the letter TO the exiled
king. his father, o gloomy and lonley
old man whom HI son did not forgeti
through the year spent away from
him.
Then he drew out a fresh sheet Of
paper. and his faint smile cleaned; /
for the thought of this adherent in Vire
ginia was pleasant to him.
"Chevalier Francois Beaupre," he
headed the letter. and began below,
My friend and Marshal of Some Day"
He considered a M and wrote,
quickly as If the words boiled to the
pen. The baton awaits you. Come.
l make an expedition within three
months, n / need you n FOUR faith
In me. Our stars must shine together
to give fun light. So. mon ami, join me
here at the earliest. that the emper-
ors words ma come true.
Louis Bonaparte,"
A knock at the door and a mar en-
tered, a man who seemed sure of his
right In the room. who moved about
the prince as If he were a bit Of per-
ready to slip into place. The prince
looked up a~ffectionately at the valet do
place who had been his mothers serv-
ant. who recalled boyish days In
switzerland; who had managed escapes
and DISCUSSES in the youthful exciting
times of the Italian Instruction. the
dangerous journey from Ancona: who
even now, under Theltn, was getting to-
gether uniforms and equipments, was
casting buttons of the Fortieth regi-
the air.
Fritz, here are letters TO mail" He
pushed them toward the man; then, aa
the last slipped from under his hand,
he curved his fingers about it, BE
careful of this one, Fritz" he said. 1T
Ought to bring ma fha hrfphtnapu "a
my star"
Across the water, Virginia, two years
had made few changes. On the June
daye when the princes letter lay in
the roses were showering pink and red
over the gardens in a sudden breeze.
The leaves Of the trees that arched the
road that led to Roanoke House were
sappy green, just lately fully spread.
and glorious with freshness. Their
shadows, dancing on the white pike,
were sharp cut against the brightness.
AND through the light pierced cave OF
shade a man Travelled on horseback
from one plantation to another, a man
a military air for all that. He patted
the beasts neck with a soothing word.
and smiled as Aquarelle plunged at the
waving of a Dough, at a fox that ran
across the road. But If an observer
had been there he might have seen that
the mans thought was not with horse
or Journey. Francois Beaupre, rid
ing out to give a French lesson to Miss
Hampton at Roanoke house, as he had
been doing for four years, all uncon-
sc1ous as he was of the letter waiting
for him at the momen in Norfolk.
was thinking Of the vent to come to
which that letter called him.
Down the velvet that swept from
house to river at Roanoke house. by
the brick wall which stretched an arm
against the waters-a dark arm lew
eled with green Of vines and white OF
marble statues-there was a rustic
summer house. 1t was furnished with
chairs n a rustic table and here on
this June Gay the lady Of the manor
elected to study the French language.
The Chevalier Beaupre was taken here
on his arrival. Branches of trees
whispered and waved; afternoon shad-
ows ran silently forward and silently
Withdrew across the lawn: the James
river flowed by.
The two good friends bent together
over the rough table, and the James
river, silently slipping past, sang in
a liquid undertone. And the time went
fast in the pleasant lights and shad-
oWs OF the place and shortly It was
TWO hours that the French lesson had
been going on.