Bisbee daily review., 1914-09-15

Fuuhourr Pierre only on escort coulu go with him If he went by the ram parts the whole enthusiastic fourth artillery might be at his back. This then was the route chosen.
 But as the Prince and the regiment and the swinging shouting mass of citizens made It's way toward the quarters suddenly too late, the off, cers about his Highness saw that some one had blundered Someone in the van a man had lost his head. had forgotten. and the compact inelastic procession had been led toward the approach from the Faubourg Pierre, the narrow lane at the side toward the city It was a serious mistake. yet not of necessity fatal. and at all events they must make the best of it The Prince could not make a dramatic entrance at She head of a shouting regiment. but for all that he might win the forty-sixth
 He did win the forty-sixth. Some thing had happened to the officer sent to arouse them-another slip in the chain-and instead of being drawn up in the yard they were getting ready for Sunday inspection but they flock ed to the windows at the noise, they rushed into the yard at the name of Napoleon. An old sergeant of the Imperial Guard ran forward and kiss ed Prince Louis hand and the re- served face lightened-he knew the value of a bit of sentiment with Frenchmen; he was not wrong; in a moment the line regiment had caught up the cries of "Vive lEmpereur!" raised by the artillerymen, and the earlier scene of the Austerlitz bar ! racks was being repeated here Prince Louis, pale and composed in the cen ter of the roar of voices, the seeth- ing sea of excitement, heard a word at his ear and turned.
 "Sire, it is success. go to bring up i your Majesty's other regiment" Fran cois said and the Prince answered quietly;
 ''Yes, it is success. Go. mon ami"
 In a moment the messenger had thrswn himself on the horse of an ar 1 tilleryman and forced a way through the recoiling mass. down the lane, and out to the Faubourg Pierre. In the free street he geloped the horse, | through the windings that he had ! learned with this moment in his mind | The third was drawn up waiting, and shout like a clap of thunder greeted 1 his news. Buoyant, proud, Re took l his place by the colonel at their head | and gaily the joyful march back be- gan. The sun had come from behind ! the clouds of early morning and shone l gloriously on glancing steel. on the brilliant swinging line of the regi- ment Low branches of trees brushed | Francois shoulder as he rode and the touch thrilled him. for he knew by 1t l that this was true and not a dream, and he, Francois Beaupre, was lead ing a regiment of France to Frances ! Emperor The glory. the joy of his | happy life, eliminated in those bright 1 moments.
 Suddenly a man galloped from a side street. in front of the advancing troops; he stopped, saluted, called a word It was not a day to take any thing for granted; Colonel Couard ! halted the regiment
 "The arsenal" the man gasped. "They have taken Monsieur de Per. signy prisoner. Monsieur le General l Voirol is on his way, but he is dis tant It is a step from here. The third artillery could arrive there be- fore him-they would surrender Monsieur de Persigny would be re- leased'-he stopped breathless.
 The colonel turned an inquiring look on Francois As the Princes mes. senger, as the man whom he had seen closest to the Princes person, he de- ferred to him. and Francois realized that he must make, and make quickly, a momentous decision The arsenal was immense and lightly guarded. De Persigny had been sent with a small force to take 1t. for the ammunition 1t held might at any moment be of supreme importance It seemed that the detachment which guarded it had been underrated, for 1t had made pris- oners of De PerBigny and his men, and this aidede-camp had alone es- capped If they were to be rescued, if the arsenal was to be gained for the Prince, this very moment must be seized. General Voirol royalist, the oommandant at Boulogne. was on his way with endorsements and the third might we'll hold the arsenal against him but not gain it from him. With his whole being concentrated Francois thought The orders were plain to lead the third artillery to join the Prince on the ramparts But there are times in history when to obey or ders is treachery. Was not this mo- ment, heavy with the right or wrong of his decision, one of them? Was it not the part of a mind capable of i greatness to know and grasp the flying second of opportunity? Would not the Prince reproach him, if he stupidly let this one chance fin a thousand go by for seryile fear of disobeying orders He had left his Highness safe with two regiments at his back; this other could do nothing at the Place a. Alton barracks but swell the ranks; here by turn of a hand, they might win for
 the cause tho very blood and bones