Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-27

was not forgotten. He sent me of the
money that he was obliged to receive in
| charity!
1t is easy to dole out charity money;
you are squeezing other peoples purses,
| not your own. What l most object 10
in the Count of Provence is that assump-
| ton Uf kingly airs, providing the story
Is true which leaked secretly among the
| emigres. The story which l heard was
that the dauphin had not died, but was
| an idiot In America An idiot cannot
! reign. But the throne of France is not
| clamoring so loud for Bourbon at pres
ent that the idiots substitute must be
| proclaimed and hold beggar's court.
There are mad loyalists vino swear by
| tins 18th Louis l am not one of them.
In TACT Lazarre, l was rather out OF
tune with your house!
Not your | said.
Il do not tit in these times ought
to have gone with my King and my
friends Under the knife. Often l am
ashamed of myself for slipping away.
Ihal should live to see disgusting fools
IN the streets of Paris after the Terror
was over!-young men affecting the Greek
and Roman manner-greeting one another
by wagging og the head! They wore
gray coats with black collars, gray or
green cravats, carried cudgels, and de-
creed that all men should have the hair
plated, powdered and fastened up with
comb, like themselves! The wear'er OF
a queue was likely to be knocked on the
head. These creatures used to congregate
at the old Feydeau Theatre, or meet
around the entrance of the Louvre to
jargon, and wag"'
The Marquis du Plessy drew himself
together with a strong shudder. / had
the desire TO stand between him and the
shocks OF an alipn world Va tbo,o
about him tenacious masculine strength,
an adroitness of self-protection which
needed no champion.
Did the Indian tell you about a man
named Bellenger?" l inquired.
"Bellenger is part of the old story about
the dauphin's removal. l heard of him
first at Coblenz. And l understand now
that he is following you with another
dauphin, and obJecting to you in various
delicate ways. Napoleon Bonaparte is
master of France, and in the way to be
master of Europe, because ne has a nice
sense of the values of men, and the best
head for detail that was ever formed i'm
human shape. There is something al
most supernatural in his grasp of affairs
lie lets nothing escape him."
The only mistake he ever made was
butchering the young Duke d'Enghien-
the courage and clearness of the man
WaNered that one instant; and, by the
way, he borrowed my name for the
dukes lncognito during the journey un-
der arrest! England, Russia, Austria and
Sweden are combining against Napoleon.
He will beat them. For while other men
sleep or amuse themselves or let circum-
stance drive them he is planning success
and providing for all possible contingen-
cles Take leaf out of the generals
book, my boy. No enemy is contemptible.
II you want to force the hand of fortune
-scheme!-scheme!-all the timel-out-
scheme the other fellow!'
The marquis rose from the table.
Il am longer winded," he said "than
man named DE Chaumont, who has
been importuning Bonaparte, in season
ana OUT OF season. to reinstate an Amer
lcan emisre, Madame de Ferrier"
"Will Bonaparte restore her lands?"
asked, feeling my voice like a rope in my
throat. '
''Do you know her family?"
knew Madame de Ferrier in Amer
iea."
Their estate lies next to nina Ana
what is the little De Ferrier like since
she is grown?"
"A beautiful woman"
"Ah-ahl Bonapartes plan will then he
easy OF execution. You may see her this
evening mere In the Faubourg st. Ger
main. believe she is to appear at
Madame de Permon's. where Bonaparte
may look in" -
My host bolted the doors OF his nrivato
cabinet and took from the secret nart ~
wall cupboard the Queens Jewel case
We opened II but once. The first thing
noticed was gold SNUFF box, set with
portraits OF the King, the Queen and
their two children
How l knew them / cannot tell. Their
pictured faces had never been put before
my conscious eyes until that moment
Other portraits might have been there.
had no doubt, no hesitation.
l was on my knees before the face I
had seen In spasns OF remembrance
with oval cheeks and fair hair rolled high
and open neck-my royal motherl
Next looked at the King, heavier of
feature, honest and straight gazing his
chin held upward; at the little sister q
smaller miniature OF the Queen; AT the
SOFTLY nodded curves OF the child that
was myself
The marquis turned his back.
Before l could speak 1 rose and nut NV
arms around him. He wheeled, took nv
hand, stood at a little distance ana
kissed It.
We said not one word about the mr.
traits, but sat down with the Jewel case
again between us.
These stones and coins are also my
sisters. monsieur the marquis7"
He lifted his eyebrows.
II had ample opportunity, my dear how
10 turn them into the exchequer OF the
Count OF Provence.
CONTINUED TOMORROW