Bisbee daily review., 1914-08-29
CHAPTER xxIV
Brothers

Colonel Hamptcn's study was dark
 from floor to ceiling with brown oab
 wainscoting and was frightened by a
 dull brightness of portraits. An an.
 cestor in a scarlet coat the red turn.
 ed yellow and brown with time; an ancestress in dimmed glory of blue
 satin and lace and pearls; a judge in
 his wig and gown, gave the small room Importance A broad window
 looked through bare branches, lacy
 black against sky, across rolling country and groups of woodland
 On the morning of the first day of April 1897. Prince Louis Napoleon Bonaparte stood at this window. star ing at brown fields and trying Co trace a likeness between this new world and the ancient country which he call ed his; France, where, since he was seven years old, he had been allowed to spend but a few weeks; France, which had freshly eXiled him. France. the thought of which ruled him. as he meant one day to rule her; France. for
 whom he was eating his heart out to. day, as always thousands of miles from her shores.
 He recalled the happy life at Aren- l enberg, in Switzerland, and the work and play and soldierly training which all pointed, in the boys mind. to one l enB-to serve France-a service which ] did not at that time mean sovereign. ty, for the Duke of Ecichstadt. Ma. ] poleon's son was alive and the head
 of the house of Bonaparte. He ] thought of bis short career. his and 1 his well-beloved brothers together ! with the Italian insurgents against the ! Austriaus, and the lonely mans hear, 1 longed for his own people as be went
 over again that time of excitement ! and sorrow ending with the older
 boys death at Forli and hls own iu
 ness and narrow escape from capture
 What a motheri" he cried aloud ! tossing up his hands with French dem l oustratiyeuess, as the memory cam. ] to him OI the days in Anc0na when b.
 lay at deaths door, hidden in the verl
 room next that Ot the Austrian gen
 eral. saved only at last by the mar
 vicious mothers wit and courage Tn,
 Journey through Italy to France, tha
 was drama enough for one life Rec | ognizeu at every turn. betrayed never
 and ending with-Prince Louis smile,
 his slow dim smile-a fitting endu.
 indeed to days whose every minut
 was adventure He thought Of thD ! landlord of the inn. the old cavolry
 man; the young Frenchman-Beaupr
 that was the name. it was set in hi
 memory had been in that teuaciou.
 memory since au afternoon of 1924
 when a runaway sChoolboy prince ha,
 slipped over the Jura. and played Wisl
 three other children. about a ruine,
 castle; he saw Francois Baaupre talk,
 revereutly in his hand the sword whicl : Napoleon had held-and then thD alarm. That was a fine sight-th, dash of the youupster through th' startled mob of Austrians; the dyln' leap to the horse; the sl1rmish to ge free. and. at last. the rush of tin chase. Hs had seen it all. watching
 quietly while his mother and the land - lord iuplorGd him Go hide himself
 That young Franchman-if he shoul . be siive-if ever he should meet hin ? again Prince Louis would not forget I It was psychological that he shoul l. have been thinking this when a lnocI sounded deferontialiy on the door O - the room. But picturesque coinc - dences happen in lives as well as o' tho stage; in Louis Napoleon's ther was more than one. "Entrezi" b D called sharply and then, Come ini The door swung slowly and Aaron
 white-aproned and white-eyeballet
 stood in it
 . AIarse Prince be stated with dil q nity Of service which crowned head } (TO BE CONTINUED