Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-09-08

did h make any stir in the peiace7"
mo. 1 saw one man hurryins past us
But nobody heard Of the arrest except
Eagle"
How did she get out7'
"Out OF what7"
THE queens closet"
'she was In the garden. She said she
went down the private stairway 70 avoid
the gendarme. She must have done II
ceverly, for she came in on the arm OF
Junot and the matter was not noticed.
There stood my emergency facing me
again You had deserted. What MADE
you imagine you were threatened Win
arrestT
because a gendarme IN court dress
laid his hand on my shoulder and told me
was to come with him"
well, you may have drawn the seeres
police upon you. You had been cutting
a pretty figure. II was probably wise
20 drop between walls and get out OF
France. Do you know why you were ar
rested7" ,,
II think the groundless charge would
have been an attack upon Napoleon.
''You never attacked the emperor
"No. But I had every reason TO believe
such a charge would be sworn against
me II ever came to trial. -
"Perhaps that silly dauphin story
leaked out in Paris. The emperor Goes
hate a Bourbon. But / thought you hao
tricked me. And the old marquis never
took his eyes of the main issue He gave
Eagle his arm, and was ready 10 go III
and thank the emperor
You had 70 tell him?"
"I had to tell him..
what did no sayT'
mot n word All the blood seemed 10
be drawn out of his veins' ana MS iaoe
fell in. ,.,... 80
"Then Il burned red hot. and instead OF
oood friend and benefactor, 1 saw my
self a convict. His big staring blue eyes
on mo out of a film like an owls, and snot
me through. / believe he saw everytnlhe
I ever did In my life, and my intentlons
bowed and wished me good night anu
about Eagle most plainly OF AL fie
took her out of the Tuileries
But you saw him again?"
He never let me see him again, or her
either. 1 am certain he forbade her to
communicate with us. They did not go
back to Mont-Louis They left their hotel
in Paris l wrote imploring him to holo
the estates. My messages were returned
l don't know how he got money enough 10
emigrate But emlgrate they did; avoid
ing Castorland, where the Saint-Michels,
who brought her up. lived in comfort. and
might have comforted her, and where
could have made her life easy. He prob
ably dragged her through depths OF
poverty, before they Joined a company
bound for the Indiana Territory where
the Pigeon Roost settlement was planted
/ have seen old Saint-Michel work 1T
clearing, and can imagine the Marquis de
Ferrier sweating weakly while he chopped
trees. 1t Is a satisfaction to knew they
had Ernestlne with them. De Ferrier
might have plowed with Eagle" said the
count hotly. He never hesitated to make
use of her.
While / had been living a monks
studious, well-provided life, was she toll
ing in the fields? I groaned aloud.
De Chaumont dropped his head on his
breast.
1T hurts me more than I care to let
anybody but you know, Lazarre. If
hadn't received that letter I should have
avoided you. wish you had saved Paul
Did she ever give you reason to think
she would marry you?"
''She never gave me reason to think she
would marry anybody But what's the
use OF groaning? There's distraction
abroad. / took the trails to see you,
when heard you were with the troops on
Champiain. 1 shall be long in France.
What can I do for you, my boy?"
Nothing, count. You have already done
much"
Some changes of light and darkness
passed over me. and the great anguish of
'''S ANiCdSSu unIll tnere was no
rest. However, the next man who visited
me stood forth at the side Of the stretch
er as Bellenger. l thought I dreamed
him, being light-headed with fever. He
was unaccountably weazened, robbed of
juices, and powdering to dust on the sur
face. His mustache had grown again.
and he carried 1t over his ears In the
ridiculous manner affected when 1 saw
him in the fog.
Where's your potter's wheeI?" I in
quired
I'm the woods by Lake George. sire"
do you still find clay that suits your"
Yes, sire"
Have you made that vase yet?'
mo, sire. / succeed in nothing"
You succeed in tracking me-"
He swan before my eyes, and pointed
to the surgeons camp-chair
mot in your presence, sire"
Have you lost your real dauphin?" I
inquired.
II have the honor of standing before the
real dauphin."
CONTINUED TOMORROW