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

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out of the lines where the multitude
marks time. rush forward, often to pit
falls, to sudden raves; sometimes &c
heights where men see and admire anG
follow in herds. If the first, they are
desptsed n forgotten. but il the other
they are discoveries, inventors, heroes
Yet there is the same enthusiasm an6
the same stress in the hearts of those
who succeed and of those who fail;
there Is for both the vision which dulleI
eyes do not see, the beautiful, unat-
tainable for which one must risk
everything. These are the dreamers
he fanatics, perhaps. and perhaps
they mov the world. To Francois
Beaupre q wide dream of power and
happiness for France took concrete
form in the name of the emperor whose
looming personality had brushed his
childhood To his mind-the mind OF
a devotee-that touch had sealed his
years to the service of the family
which meant for him Frances great
ness.
AS the man who was to be Napoleon
u gazed duly out toward the dull
fields. to all seeming cold and apathetic,
the other began TO speak again, his
face working, his tones trembling.
My prince, l will tell you-though
1t may be of little onen to know
that 1t Is not for my w advancement
that I care. 1t is the truth that
would throw away 100 lives if l had
them, to see the house of Bonaparte
that France can become great once
more. We need heroes to lead us, we
Frenchmen, not shop-keeper kings such
as Louis PHILIPPE; If it has not a hero
the nation loses courage, and its In
terest in national life. But the very
pricks the blood; a monarch of that
name on Frances throne, and our
country will wake, will live. You, my
! prince, are the hope Of the house Of
Napoleon"
With a quick steps forward he
threw himself on his knees before
the quiet figure in the ~throne-like
chair; he seized the princes hand and,
head bent, kissed it with passion. There
was a line OF color in each cheek as his
face lifted, and his brilliant look was
shot with a tear.
he!ped to win your throne. l shall die
in happiness"
Prince Louis had his mothers warm
heart, and this went to 1t. He put his
hand on the others shoulder, Familiarity
as II the two were equals, kinsmen.
Mon ami" he said kindly, do not
speak Of dying for me-live for me
that Is better. We will rise together.
Remember. We are brothers for some
days.; remember, I twice owe you my
NE; also | can not forget that 1t was
ID the uniform Of my own dead brother
you rlsked yourself for me. Luck will
turn-We both believe 1t, and you shall
be. as h emperor said. a marshal of
france under another Bonaparte.'"
The laconic prince had found Language
he was talking, with unused freedom,
ae went on. The sovereignty of the
people was consecrated in France by
n most powerful revolution the world
has aver seen. 1 stand for the rights
deposited by the people in the hands of
my fanily-the rights which the nation
has revoked
The ~brotherly touch on Francois,
shoulder was withdrawn, and with
gentle dignity. with a glance the prince
nl.ea nun TO his feet, and Francois
stood happy, dazed, before him. He
found himself telling his plans. his
methods, his efforts to fit himself for
the usefulness that might be on the
way.
II have studied enormously, nv
prince. All known books on warlike
subjects. all I could borrow or steal
l have studied. All. yes! know much
Of those things"
Louis Bonaparte, with an exhaustive
military education. a power of appli-
cation and absorption beyond most men
IN EUROPE, let the CLEAN of a smile es-
cape. He listened with close attention
while Francois told Of his ~organiza-
ton Of the youth of the neighborhood
into a cavalry and Of their
drill twice a week.
And you are the captain, Mon
Sieur?"
Francois smiled a crafty, worldly
MlSe srnne-or perhaps 1t was as If a
child would seem crafty and worldly
wise. N my Prince" he answered.
shaking his head sagely. THAT womb
not be best. I am little known. q for
eigner. They think much Of their old
families. the people OF these parts. So
mat 1t Is better for the success Of
the company that the captain should be
of the nobility of the country. One
sees that. So the captain Of tha com
pany Is Monsieur Henry Hamnton
the younger, the kinsman of Monsieur
le Colonel, and a young man of great
goodness. and the best Of friends to me.
Everything that I can do for his plea
sure is my own pleasure"
Inc prince turned his express
slonless gaze on the animated
face. "Mademoiselle Lucy likes the
young MONSIEUR"
But yes. my prnce-she likes every
one. Mademoiselle Lucy. It is sunshine.
her kindness; it falls everywhere and
blesses where it falls. She loves Henry
|-as a brother"
AS a brother!" the prince repeated
consideringly.. yes, a brother. You
find Mademoisele Lucy of-of a kind
disposition"
Beyond words, and most charming"
Francois answered steadily, and
flushed a little. He felt himself being
probed. With that the facile, myster-
ious, keen mind OF the prince leaped, 1t
seemed. a world wide chasm. "That
most winning little girl OF the ruined
chateau Of Vicques-our playmate
Alixe-you remember how she stated,
I am Alike and was at once ship
wrecked with embarrassment"
I remember" Francois said shortly,
and was conscious that he breathed
quickly n that his throat was dry,
and that h prince knew Of both
troubles.
rs she still .Alixe'-the same AIixe?"
inquired the prince, turning ostenta-
tfously to h window. HAS she grown
up as sweet and fresh and brilliant a
flower as the rosebud promised?"
Francois, hearing his own heart beat,
attempted to answer in a particularly
casual manner. which is a difficult and
sophisticated trick. He failed at it.
They say-I think-she has-oh. but
yes. and-I think he stammered and
the prince cut short his sufferings.
All, yes! I see that 1t is with you. as
with Monsieur Henry. a cose of devoted
brotherhood. You love her as a brother