The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1914-09-03

for WI life. Recognized at every turn
betrayed never. n ending with
Prince Louis smiled his slow dim smile
"a fitting ending indeed to days whose
every minute IA adventure. II,
thought OF the landlord of the inn. the
old caValrynan: the young Frenchms1
-Beaupre-that was the name: II was
set In his memory; it had been in thai
tenacious memoir since an afternoon OF
tsz4. when a runaway %schoolboy prince
mad slipped over the Jura. and playet
with three other children. about 6
ruined castle; he saw Francois Beauort
take r~everently In his hand the SWORD
which Napoleon held-and then the
alarm! That was q fine sight-the dast
OF the youngster through the startled
mop OF Austrians; the flying leap tc
the horse; the skirmish to get free, and
at last. the rush Of the chase. He had
seen 1t all, watching quietly while his
mother and the landlord implored hin
70 hide himself. That young French.
mani he should be altye-if ever he
should meet him again Prince Louis
would no forget. 1t was psychological.
ina he should lave been thinking this
When q knock sounded deferentially or
lhe o of the room. But PICTURESQUE
condolences happen IN lives as well as
on the stage; in Louis Napoleon's there
c.iIsd more a6pgn than n "Entrezl" he
The door swung slowly n Aaron
white aproned and white eveha lied
stood In 1t.
"Marse Prince" he stated with a dig
nity OF service which heads
could not daunt, "ole Marse sen me
bring you dis hyer Marse Gopray."
llsht figure stepped before the
black and white of Aaron. and halted,
and bowed profoundly. The light from
the n shone on the face and the
Ozark immense eyes that lifted toward
Pr1nce Louis. and for q momen he
stared. puzzled. Was he in the pres
eht. surely this man was part of the
past which he had been reviewing
Surely he had played a role In the
PRINCES history-where7 With a flash
ing thought into the years he knew
mon anil cried Louis Bonaparte.
ana sprang forward and stretched out
pom hands, his royalty forgotten In the
IetAsnt OF seeing q a which recalled
MS youth and his mother.
Francois. two minutes later. found
hlmself standing. bursting with loyalt{
ana pride. with the princes hands
clasping his, and the princes trans
formed face beaming on him.
You rode like the de-.;" said the
prince. But the Austrians had the
horses. That poor Bleu-bleu! How did
you get away? Where have YOU been ?
pi and II" ~ 10y
But no. your highness. I 1 not get
away" smiled Francois Beaupre az II
lmparting a joyful bit of news. 'They
And he told briefly his story Of ev.
years In prison. of the desperate ese
cap OF the rescue and voyage to Amer
ica, of his wrecked health. no vet "a
established. Through the account shone
lns uncomfortable French gaiety. An
o.her thing there was which a French
1 " N a n n M
see--that the thought OF mis- service ~
me mouse OF Bonaparte had been a s,,.-
tanning pride, and the hope of future
service an inspiring hope. With entire
all IN ms own mission. held to through
years or trial. Prince Louis knew the
aey-note OF that faith. and heard ms
ephu ~ like music through the
was a life with a p,,,Sine
{ and his spirit stirred to see thai
the star which led the other was his
own. That currents. which would one
uay meet In the great river Of his
power. ran underground through the
world, was part of his belief; here was
one OF them. Who knew what thia
man vas lated to mean to htm? Three
tunes already he had dropped into his
pain from a clear sky: twice he had
saved his life by headlong eager sac
from those scenes. the light figure. the
startling eyes appeared to him again
at another time OF deep Discourage
lei 1t seemed a happy omen: su-
persution and gratitude laid hold to-
gether on the princes troubled mind
He threw himself back into Colonel
leather armchair, throne
Like In tmpressiveness and size: the
mask OF impassivity closed on his
colorless features.
Sit there, monsieur" he ordered.
and tell me YOU life"
simply, yet dramatically as was his
gin, the young nan went over the
tale which he had told to Lucy Hamp-
ton, that and more. And the prince
listened to every word. He. too. had
the French sensftfveness to Theatrical,
effect and his overwrought imagina-
ton seemed to see the hand of, des-
Iny vlsibly Joining this story to his.
here was a legacy from Napoleon; an
instrument created by his uncle, which
he, he heir, should use. Already tho
man had proved that he brought good
fortune; already he had deserved well
OF the Bonapartes; already his entire
confidence in the return Of the family
to their own had cheered the lonely
prince beyond belief. There was a long
silence when Francois had finished.
and Q deep-pitched voice broke 1t.
one day perhaps a marshal of
France under another Bonaparte,," he
ASPSdleu 1T was the ac-
colade. he old right OF royalty" and
gazed, as If rejecting. at the other
mans face.
Heightened color told how much 1t
meant to Francois Beaupre to hear
those words spoken by the prince. He
waited a moment before he answered.
May the God above kings bring
your highness to your throne" he said
low. as Il the weight of the wish hushed
him. That ! should be a marshal OF
your hfghness' empire is not OF i'm
portance, yet was the prophecy of the
emperor. It will happenI believe 1t
will happen al surely as your high
ness will be emperor"
ma a not a great man,
should say such words seems q little
thing to influence the mind of q per-
jsonage such as was Louis Napoleon
even in his dark days. But his mind
was thirsty for such words, and such
q confidence to reinforce his own. The
failure at ~Strasburg had been a bitter
blow, and his later trial and condem-
nation to exile, pluckiiy as he had
borne 1t. had shaken his courage: the
four months at sea nae been solitary,
the landing In an unknown country
without friends or was hard
and lonlely. 1t seemed as If q sword
were fitted into his empty hand as he
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