The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-04-02

Francois as well, with an idea, which
he spoke to no one, that a pivotal in
terest of his career rested in the mod
est figure.
He rose, this night in Boulogne, as
the paper rustled and the little French
provincial chanson sounded from the
room where Francois Beaupre. now
his secretary, had been installed. and
stepped to the closed door.
DE tous cote's ron que je suis
bette"
Francois sang softly. The Prince
smiled. AS he opened the door the
singing stopped; the young man
sprang respectfully to his feet, let
ter grasped in his hand, and stood
waiting.
"Sire!" he said.
Prince Louis flung out his hand with
gesture of impulsiveness strange to
his controlled manner yet not out of
drawing to those who knew him we'll.
"Ah, Francois" he cried. Let the
titles go for tonight. Say, Louis, as
on that day when we first saw each
other; when the four children played
together In the old chateau ruins. And
Francois smiled his radiant exquisite
smile and answered quietly. But yes,
my brother-Louis." And went on, Il
believe l shall not sleep tonight, Louis.
1 believe am too happy to Sleep"
AS one reads a novel for relaxation
in the strain of critical business az
fair, Prince Louis caught at the dis
traction Of this side issue. The next
morning was planned to the last de-
tail; there was nothing to do till day
light, yet he could not sleep at pres
ent. Here was romance OF some
sort. He sank back on the cushions
of the coach of Lieutenant Aladenize's
smoking room and put his feet up lux
uriously, and slowly lighted a cigar
of Havana.
"Tell me-" he ordered, and the gen.
tleness of appeal was in the order.
"Sire"-the young man began-and
corrected himself. Louis" he said.
The Prince smiled dimly. "Since our
landing l have known that wonder
full thing has happened to me. 1t is
he spoke lower-"it is the love OF the
| woman who is to me the only one in
the world"
'I congratulate you, mon ami, Louis
said gently. SIS it by any chance the
delightful little Mademoiselle Alike OF
the old chateau?"
Beaupre turned scarlet. He was a
marvellous man, this Prince Louis.
How had he guessed? "She loves me
I have here a letter In which she
tells me that she loves me. Will his
Highness read it?" With an impetu-
Gus step forward he held the paper
toward Louis Napoleon.
Il thank you," the Prince said grave
ly. He read:
Francois, what you have wished all
your life is true. The good fairies
have granted one of your wishes be-
fore the battle. That they will give
you the other two on the day Of the
battle is the belief Of your
ALIKE"
And below was written hurriedly
"Pietro sends his love-"
The Prince gave back the letter with
a respectful hand; then looked al
Francois inquiringly. "'What yor
have wished all your life,' mon amir
Francois laughed happily. Zone mus
explain, if it will not tire his High
ness" And he told in few words
of that day when his self-restraint hat
given way and how, when his guarc
was down and he was on the point o.
telling his lifelong secret love, some
spirit Of perversity-but Francois die
not know it was an angel-had caugh
Alike, and she had accused him O.
wishing always that she might love
Pietro. And how, meshed in that same
net of hurt recklessness, he had an
swered in her own manner-"Yes," h
had said, "it was that which had beel
the wish of his life-that Alike nigh
love Pietro!" And Francois laughed
gaily, telling the simple entanglemen
to the Prince, the night before th'
battle zone sees how she Is Quicl
and clear-sighted, my Alike" he said
For she knew we'll even then it wa
not that l wished" He stopped, TO
in the quiet contained look of tn
listener an intangible something strucl
chill to his delicately- poised sens
tiveness. What Is it, Louis?" he crie
out. "You do not think mistake he
-mistake-Alixe!"
CTO BE CONTINUED.)