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CHAPTER XXxv.
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CHAPTER XXXV.
SUMMOND.
On the morning of May 9, 1870, the
sun shone gaily in London 1t filtered
in intricate patterns through the cur
tins which shaded the upper windows
of a house in Carlton gardens, and the
brooze lifted the lace, and sunlight and
breeze together touched the bent head
OF a young man who sat at q writing
table. A lock Of hair had escaped on
his forehead and the air touched it,
lifted it. as if to say Behold the Napol-
comic curl! See how he is like his
uncle!!"
90 But Ut the pen busily, regardless
much to dc for a hard working prince
who found time to be the hero of ball
rooms, the center of a London season,
and yet could manipulate his agents
throughout the garrisons of France,
and plan and execute a revolution. 1t
was the year when the body of
st. Helena to Paris, and Louis Bona
parte had resolved. in hat steady mind
which never lost its grip on the reason
of being Of his existence. that with the
ashes of the emperor his family should
come back to France For months the
network had been spread, was tighten
Ing. and now the memory which held
Its friendships securely always, took
hough Of a Frenchman living in Vir-
glnia. AS soon as his letter was fin
ished to his father-the pen flew across
the lines:
In an enemy's hands," he wrote to his
father: 1T must stay where it may
again be lifted IN the day Of danger for
the glory Of France" His letters were
apt to be slightly oratorical; it was
moreover the fashion of the day to
He raised his head and stared into
the street. 1t was enough to decide his
expedition for this summer that Cen
eral Bertrand. we'll meaning, and i'll
judging, a given to Louis PHILIPPE the
arms of the emperor. to be placed in
the Invalides. Every member Of the
the heir it was a trumpet call. He
could hardly wait to go to France, to
reclaim that insulted sword. He wrote
on, finished the letter to the exiled
king. his father, a gloomy and lonley
Old man whom h son did not forget
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 Vir-
ginia was pleasant to him.
"Chevalier Francois Beaupre." he
headed the letter, and began below,
AAS AASiAA SbAA0 1u Slld " II some IaN.'
He considered a moment and wrote
quickly as If the words boiled to the
pen. The baton awaits you. Come.
1 make an expedition within three
months, and I need you and your faith
m me. our stars must shine together
TO i've full light. So. mon ami, join me
here at the earliest. that the emper-
or's words may come true.
Louis Bonaparte."
A knock at the door and a man en-
tered, a man who seemed sure of his
right in the room, who moved about
the prince as If he We're a bit of per-
sonar belonging, an extra arm or leg
ready to Slip into place. The prince
looked up affectionately at the valet de
place who had been his mothers sery-
ant. who recalled boyish days in
switzerland; who a managed escapes
n DISCUSSES in the youthful exciting
times of the italian Instruction. the
dangerous journey from Ancona: who
even now, under Thelin. was getting to-
gether uniforms and equipments, was
casting buttons of the Fortieth regi-
ment for the great event that was in
the air. 80
Fritz, here are letters to mall" He
pushed them toward the man: then. "a
the last slipped from under his hand,
ne curved his fingers about it. BE
careful of this one, Fritz" he said. ut
ought to bring me the brightness Of
NY StaT.
Across The water, Virginia. two year.
daye when the princes letter lay in
the postoffice OF Norfolk the last of
the roses were showering pink and red
over the gardens in a sudden breeze.
n leaves OF the trees that arched the
ROAD that led to Roanoke House were
sa up green, Just lately fully spread.
shadows. dancing on the white pike.
were sharp cut against the brightness.
ANA through the light pierced cave of
shade a man Travelled on horseback
from one plantation to another. a man
roc as q Virginian rides, yet with
a military air for all that. He patted
the beasts neck with a soothing word.
n smiled as Aquarelle plunged at the
waving OF a bough, at a fox thar ran
across the road. Blu If an observer
a 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 Mis-,
at Roanoke house, as he had
oeen doing for four years. all uncon-
sclous as he was of the letter waiting
Tor MIN at the moment in Norfolk.
was thinking Of the vent to come to
"nlcn that letter called him.
Down the velvet that swept from
mousse to river at Roanoke house, by
.ne Drlck a which stretched an arm
against the waters-a dark arm Jew
eled with green Of vines and white of
marble statues-there was a rustic
hummer house. 1t was furnished with
cnairs n a rustic table and here on
this June day 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- |
ran silently forward and silently
Withdrew across the lawn; the James
river flowed by.
h two good friends bent together
over the rough table. and the James
river silently slipping past. sang in