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8YNOPSI3.
Francois Baaupre, a peasant babe of
three years, after an amusltiK Incident In
which Miunhal Ney flirures, li made a
Chevalier of Kranon by the Empror Na
poleon, who prophesied that the boy
MlKht one day be a marshal of France
Under another Ilonaparte. At the axe of
ten Francois vlalta Ueneral Huron Ou
purd Uourgnucl, who with Allxe, Ills
srven-yrur-oltl daughter. II wa at the
Chateau. A soldier of the Kmplre under
Napoleon he Urea the boy's linuitltmtlon
with storttta of hla campulKiia. The boy
bocnnits a copyist for the general and
learn of the frlunrislilp between the gen
eral and Marquis Zappl, who cumpulxned
with the Kent-mi under Napoleon. Mar
quis Zappl and his son. l'lelro, arrive at
the Chateau. The icenernl agrees to care
for the Marquis' son while the former
Koes to America, The Marquis auka l-'run-cols
to be a friend of his son. The boy
olemnly promises. Francois goes to the
Chateau to live. Marquis Zappl dies leav
ing I'letro as a ward of the general.
Allie, I'letro and Francois meet a stnins-s
boy who proves to be I'rlnee Louis Na
poleon. Fruncols eaves his life. The gen
eral (Uncovers Francois loves Allxe, and
extracts n prnmlne from him that he will
not Interfere between the girl and I'letro.
J'Vancols goes to Italy as secretary to
I'letro. Queen Hortense plans the escape
of her son I,ouls Napoleon by disguising
Mm and Marquis Zappl as her lackeys.
Jcrancols takes Marquis Zappl's place
who Is III. In the escape of Ilortense and
Ixiuls. 1 tressed as Iiuls brother I' ran
rols lures the Austrlans from the hotel al
lowing the prince and his mother to es
cape. Francois Is a prisoner of the Aus
trlans for live years. In the castle owned
bv I'letro In Ilalv. lie discovers In his
Tjard one of Pletro's old family servants,
and through him sen'N word to his
friends of tils plight. The general. Allxe
and I'letro plans Francois' escape, r ran
rots receives a note from I'letro explain
ing In detail linw to escape from Ills
prison. Allxe awaits lilm on horseback
and lead.) him In bis friends on board
the American snlllng vessel, the ' Lovely
l.uey." Fruncols. ns a guest of Marry
Hampton, on tho "Lovely Lucy." goes to
C merle to mnnnee I'l.tro's estate In
Irglnla. Lucy Hampton fnlls In love
with Francois. I'rlnee Louis Nnpoleon
In America Incomes the guest of the
Hamptons, where he meets Francois,
liucy Hampton reveals her love for Fran
cois after the latter saves the life of
flurry Hampton and Is himself Injured
n the effort. Francois tells Lury of his
nvs for Allxe. He returns to France and
tells Allxe bis one wish In life Is that she
love Pletro. Francois Joins the political
plotters. His health fulls and he Is forced
to return to America. Later Napoleon
summons tilm to Indon to aid him In
his plots to gain the French throne. Lucy
Hampton weds her cousin. I'letro pro
poses to Allxe and Is accepted. They
plan a lettor to Francois telling mm his
wish Is grunted. Francois on the night
before the battle shows the prince a let
ter from Allxe, which he thinks is a
confession of her love for lilm.
' CHAPTER XXXI. Continued.
Frlnco Louis saw the dawning of
consternation. Ilapldly he considered.
Was It well to take away a man's hap
piness and courage Just before a light?
He remembered some words of Fran
cois spoken three years before, words
whose dramatic bareness had struck
him. "When a knight of the old time
went into battle," the young man had
laid, "he wore on his helmet the badge
of his lady, and the thought of her In
his heart. A man fights better so."
Very well. This blind knight should
have hla letter, with the meaning he
had read into It, for his lady's badge,
and be should fight tomorrow with the
thought of her In his heart Tho let
ter suggested another meaning to so
phisticated Louis Bonaparte, but there
Is no need to hasten the feet of un
happlness. The resonant French voice
spoke at last In an unused accent of
cordiality and tbo Prince lied, with
ungrudging grnclousness.
"Mistaken, my Francois! Not at all.
The little billet-doux breathes love for
you In each line there la no question!
Hut, mon ami, you have not ftnlHhed
your story." So Francois explained
about the letter left with Lucy Hamp
ton and Its premature sending. "That
has reached her now she knows now
that I love her, she knows what has
really been my lifelong wish she has
hurried this," and his hand crushed
the note tenderly "she has hurried
this to me before the fight that I
might know her love also that I
might fight better for you, my Prince
Louis with that Joy In my heart."
Prince Louis, his head thrown back,
tils expressionless eyes watching the
rSiib's of smoke which bo puffed from
bis mouth ring after ring, mounting
In dream-like procession to the low
celling, considered again. Somewhere
In the chain of events of this lovo
B flair his keen practical sense felt a
link that did not fit a link forced Into
connection. Vaguely he discornod how
It was something had happened to
the Virginian letter there had been
a confusion Bomewhere. To him the
four words of Alixe's postscript wore
Bnnl. "Pletro sends bis love." A sub
conscious reasoning made hlra certain
that Pletro would not havo come Into
Buch a letter If It had been Indeed a
love-letter: that tho three lines of
writing Just before the battle could
dot have held another man's name, If
they had been written to the man
whom she loved. Very dimly, very
lurely the Prince concluded these
thingB; and then he lowere d his cigar,
and hla gray dull eyes camo down
from the celllug and rested, kindly on
the radiant face. "You are right, my
friend. It was an exquisite thought of
your lady-love to put this other weap
ou, this bright sword of happiness Into
your hand, to fight with tomorrow.
Mon Dleu, we will reward her by send'
Ing her back a Marshal's baton by
you; a Marshal's baton tomorrow,
Francois! How would it sound, par
example, to say 'Madame la Mare-
chale'T"
The light from Francois' eyes was
like a lamp.
"My Prince Sire there are three
things I have desired all my life, all
great things, but of them that ono
the baton of a Marshal Is the least
If I might win bor love I have sold;
If I might help put you In Napoleon's
place and shout "Vive rEmporeur for
' you on the throne of France; If I
might fulfill the Emperor's prophecy
and be not a 'Marshal some day' any
longer but a Marshal of your empire
It Is asking much of one llfotlme, above
all for a man born a peasant. Is It
not? Yet of those three wishes one
wonderful fulfillment has come to me1
he gripped his lotter closer "and
one. I bolleve tomorrow brings. Be
fore tomorrow night" his great eyes
were lifted toward the celling of the
room, and In them waa the rapt look
of the child of the farm-bouse In the
Jura, a look of a seer of visions, a look
that caught at the Prince's nerves, and
made him draw a breath quickly.
"Something above myself tells me,"
Francois sold slowly, and the words
camo with a languid power, as If his
personality were a medium, "that be
fore tomorrow night the officers who
stand about you shall hall you Em
peror over the body of a man who lies
before you."
In the silence, the Prince's watch
could be heard ticking. Francois shiv
ered violently,
"Ugh!" he said, his teeth chattering.
"It gives me a 'crlso de nnrfs,' that
trick of vision-seeing. I do not like
It, and yet at times It seizes me. Why
should It come to a man happy as I
am a man who has dared ask three
enormous wishes of the good fairies;
w ho holds one of them in his hand"
he lifted tho letter "who sees another
In easy reach, and who," he smiled
brilliantly, "who will be well content
without the third, my Prince, the first
two being his." He shivered again.
"Is the night raw 7 It is as if I were in
a gravo, this coldness," be said, look
ing about with a disturbed gaze, "yet
my llfo is Just beginning."
The Prince rose and tossed bis cigar
to the fireplace. "It is simply that you
are tired, Francois," he said in the
tranquil tones which no peril dis
turbed. "Tho nerves of us all are
stretched and yours are the finest
strung. Go to bed, and at daylight you
will be warm enough, with tho work
that awaits us. Sleep well good
night, my friend."
Later, In the darkness of his cham
ber, Prince Louis lay awake, his imag
ination filled with the man whose dra
matic personality appealed to him as
few bad ever done. He thought of his
own life, according to bis lights not a
bad life, radically strong and radically
gentle, yot complicated, abnormal from
Its start, with many shadows and
many stains; then of the crystal clear
ness of this other's, with bis three
wishes In which he trusted as simply
as a child would trust to the fairies. A
smile almost tender stole across the
mask-like features In the dark. "There
Is no doubt but the girl will marry the
marquis," he reflected. "Yot I am
glad I left him his hope and his happi
ness." A vision of Francois' beatified
look rose before hlra.
"A man fights better so," the Prince
murmured aloud, and, bis own sadness
forgotten In another man's joy, he fell
asleep.
CHAPTER XXXII.
Tho Bugle-Call.
The gray dawn of a Sunday morning
began to break over the sleeping city
of Boulogne, yet earlier than the dawn
anxious eyes opened to watch, and
men's hearts beat fast to meet it
Scattered in lodging-houses and bar
racks Louts Napoleon's followers were
waiting before daylight for the part
they had to play. No man among them
was as quiet, ae little nervous as the
Prince, yet his as well as every gal
innt heart of them felt a throb of
relief with its bound of excitement
when a trumpet from tho Austerlltz
barracks, the barracks of the fourth
artillery, Napoleon's own regiment,
suddenly sounded.
It was tho signal, and in a moment
the Prince and his escort were mov
ing down the dnrk street toward
Colonel Vaudroy'a quarters, toward
that ringing note not yet died out from
the pulsing air.
The city was tranquil when .rrlnce
Louis reached the barrack-gate, and
the eoldler-blood in him rushed in a
tide when he saw sixty mounted artil
lerymen posted at the entrance, and
beyond, in the yard, statue-like, war
like, silent, the regiment formed in
square. If the fourth artillery fol
lowed its colonel, If the day went well,
this was tho core of his army. Colonel
Vaudrey was in the center of tho
square; the Prince marcnea quietly
to him and as he came, with a sharp
simultaneous clutter that was tho mu
s; n't 1- --.T-7'iV?t-Ji-lL:
"Soldiers! The Honor of Beginning
a New Empire Shall Be Yours!"
slo of Heaven to his ears, the whole
regiment presented arras.
In the glowing light the soldiers who
fronted toward him could soo that the
colorless face turned grayer, but that
was all, and quickly Colonel Vaudrey
spoke to his men.
"Soldiers of the fourth artillery," he
said loudly, "a revolution begins to
day under the nephew of the Emperor
Napoleon. He is before you, and
comes to lead you. He has returned
to his land to give back the people
their rlghus, the army its greatness
He trusts in your courage, your de
votion to accomplish this glorious mis
slon. My soldlors, your colonel has
answered for you. Shout then with
me 'Long live Napoleon! Long live
the Emperor.'"
The terse soldierly words were
hardly finished when the regiment,
strongly Bonapartlst always, carried
off its feet now by the sight of the
Prince, by the honor of being the first
I
MP
to whom he came caught up the cry,
and the deep voices sent it rolling
down the empty streets. Louis Bona
parte standing erect, motionless, im
passive as always, wondered if a pulse
might beat harder than bis and not
break. He held up his hand, and rap
idly, yet with lingering shouts of en
thusiasm, the tumult quieted.
"Soldiers," he said, "I have come to
you first because between you and
me there are great memories. With
you the Emperor, my uncle, served as
captain; with you he won glory at the
siege of Toulon; you opened the gates
of Grenoble to him wbon he came
back from Elba. Soldiers, the honor
of beginning a new empire shall be
yours; yours shall be the honor of sa
luting first the eagle of Austerllta and
Wngrara." He caught the standard
from an officer and held It high. "It
Is tho sign of French glory; it has
shone over every battlefield; it has
passed through every capitol of Eur
ope. Soldiers, rally to the eagle! I
trust it to you we will march today
ngalnst the oppressors, crying 'Long
live France.'" '
One who has not heard a regiment
gone mad can not know how it was.
With deafening clatter and roar every
sword was drawn and the shakos flew
aloft and again and again and again
the men's deep voices sent up in bro
ken magnificent chorus the great his
toric cry to which armies had gone
into battle.
"Vive l'Emporeur! Vive Napoleon!"
The souls of a thousand men were
on fire with memories and traditions,
with a passion of consecration to a
cause, and aB if the spell of the name
grew stronger with Its repetition they
Bhouted over and over, In tremendous
unison, over and over and over.
"Vive Napoltin! Vive l'Empercur!"
It was necessary at Inst for the
quiet slender young man who was the
storm-renter to raise his hand again,
and with a word, with the glimmer of
a smile to Bpeak his gratitude- to stop
tho storm. There was .much to be
done. The fourth artillery was but
one of several regiments to be gained
if the victory were to be complete.
Colonel Lombard was dispatched to a
printing office with proclamations to
be struck off; Lieutenant Laity hur
ried away to his battalion; a detach
ment was sent to bold the telegraph
office; the tumult once quieted, the
yard was a scene of efficient business,
for all this bad been planned and each
officer knew his work. In a very few
moments the officers of the tblrd ar
tillery who were with the Prince had
hastened to their quarters, another had
been cent to arouse the forty-sixth of
the line, at the Place d' Alton bar
racks, and shortly rrlnce Louis him
self was on his way to the same place.
Through the streets of the city, no
longer empty, he passed with his offi
cers, and the people poured from their
houses, and joined and answered the
shouts of the soldiers.
"Vive 1'Empereur!" the soldiers
cried. "It is the nephew of Napoleon,
and the citizens threw back, "Vive
Empereur! It is the son of the hon
est king of Holland! It Is the grand
son of Josephine!"
They pressed so close about the
small figure in Its Swiss uniform of a
colonel that for a moment he was sep
arated from his officers, and Colonel
Vaudrey, smiling for all his military
discipline, was forced to order his
mounted artillerymen to clear the
road. Every moment an old soldier
broke out of the mass and embraced
the eagle which Lieutenant de Quer
elas carried proudly high above all
this emotion; the soldiers' eyes flash
ed with success; the Prince's heart
beat high for Joy to know that he had
not misread the heart of army or peo
ple. When the column passed the gen
darmerie the guard turned out and
presented arms, shouting, "Long live
the Emperor!" So he went through
the streets of Boulogne, Louis Napo-
eon Bonaparte, eight long years be
fore he came to his own, and march
ed in triumph and acclamation to a
failure.
And close by his side, bis look as
radiant as the Prince's look was con
tained and Impassive, marched always
Francois Beaupre. The hard-earned
military knowledge, the patient toll
of preparation had come Into play,
and in a hundred ways the man bad
been useful. With no exact rank as
yet, but ready at any moment, eager
for the hardest task, never asking for
reBt, quick-witted, resourceful, officers
as well as Prince had developed a
habit of turning to Beaupre for serv
ice after service. And always they
were met with a glad consent which
encouraged them to ask more until
the Prince said:
'It is the case of the willing horse;
I will not permit that my right-hand
man he worked to dcuth It must
stop."
Today, however, Francois had a
definite duty of responsibility. While
the Prince marched, gathering
strength at every yard, through the
town toward the Tlace d' Alton at its
farther side. Colonel Couard of the
third artillery had gone to proclaim
tho great news to bis regiment and to
hold them ready. In case of success
at the Place d' Alton, Beaupre was to
go back and bring them to Join the
Prince. In case of failure they were
to be his reserve. The Place d Alton
barracks lay between town and ram
parts, to be reached from the town
side only by a narrow lane; but the
ramparts commanded with a large
open space the yard wnere me soi
dlcrs assembled. If the Prince entered
from the town side, from the street-
Faubourg Tlerre only an escort could
go with him. If he went by the ram
parts the whole enthusiastic fourth
artillery might be at his back. This
then was the route chosen.
But as the Prince and the regiment
and the swinging shouting mass of
citizens made its way toward the
quarters, suddenly, too late, the off!
ccrs about his Highness saw that
some one had blundered. Someone In
the van a man had lost bis head, had
forgotten, and the compact inelastic
procession had been led toward the
approach from tke faubourg Pierre,
the narrow lane at the side toward
the city. It was a serious mistake,
yet not of necessity fatal, and at all
events they must make the best of It
The Prince could not make a dramatic
entrance at the head of a shouting
regiment, but for all that he might win
the forty-sixth.
He did win the torty-slxth. Some
thing had happened to the officer sent
to arouse them anothei llp in tho
chain and Instead of being drawn up
In the yard they were getting ready
for Sunday Inspection, but tliKy flock
ed to the windows at the nolm, they
rushed Into the yard at the name of
Napoleon. An old sergeant ol' the
Imperial Guard ran forward and kiss
ed Prince Louis' hand, and the re
served face lightened he knew the
value of a bit of sentiment with
Frenchmen; be was not wrong; In a
moment the line regiment bad caught
up the cries of "Vive 1'Empereur!"
raised by the artillerymen, and the
earlier scene of the Austerlltz bar
racks was being repeated here. Prince
Louis, pale and composed in the cen
ter of the roar of voices, the seeth
ing sea of excitement, beard a word
at his car and turned.
"Sire, it is success. I go to bring up
your MoJesty's other regiment," Fran
cols said, and the Prince answered
qulotly:
"Yes, it Is success. Go, mon am!."
In a moment the messenger bad
thrown himself on the horse of an ar
tilleryman and forced a way through
the recoiling mass, down the lune,
and out to the Faubourg Pierre. In
the free street he galloped the horse,
through the windings that he had
learned with this moment in his mind.
The third was drawn up waiting, and
a shout like a clap of thunder greeted
his news. Buoyant, proud, he took
his place by tho colonel at their head,
and gaily the Joyful march back be
gan. The sun had como from behind
the clouds of early morning and shone
glorlouBly on glancing steel, on the
brilliant swinging line of the regi
ment Low branches of trees brushed
Francois' shoulder as he rode and the
touch thrilled him, for he knew by It
thnt this was true and not a dream,
and he, Francois Beaupre, was lead
ing a regiment of France to Franco's
Emperor. .
Suddenly a man galloped from a
side street, In front of the advancing
troops; he stopped, saluted, called a
word. It was not a day to take any
thing for granted; Colonel Couard
halted the regiment
"The arsenal," the man gasped.
"They have taken Monsieur de Per
slgny prisoner. Monsieur lo General
Volrol Is on his way, but be Is dis
tant It Is a step from here. The
third artillery could arrive there be
fore him they would surrender
Monsieur de Perslgny would be re
leased" he stopped breathless.
The colonel turned an inquiring look
on Francois. As the Prince's mes-
"The Arsenal!" the Man Gasptd.
scngcr, as tho man whom ho had seen
closest to the Prince's person, he de
ferred to him, and Francois realized
that be must make, and make quickly,
a momentous decision. The nrBenal
was Immense and lightly guarded. De
Perslgny had been sent with a small
force to take it, for tbo ammunition
It held might at any moment be of
supremo Importance. It seemed that
the detachment which guarded it bad
been underrated, for it had made pris
oners of De Perslgny and his men,
and this nldo-do-camp had alone es
caped. If they were to be rescued, If
the arsenal was to be gained lor tno
Prince, this very moment must be
seized. General Volrol, royalist, tne
commandant at Boulogne was on his
wnv . with reinforcements and the
third might well hold the arsenal
against him but not gain it from him.
With his whole being concentrated
Francois thought The orders were
plain to lead the third artillery to Join
the Prince on the ramparts. But there
are times In history when to obey or
ders is treachery. Was not this mo
ment heavy with the right or wrong
of his decision, one of them? Was it
not the part of a mind capable of
greatness to know and grasp the flying
second of opportunity? Would not tho
Prince renroach him. if bo stupidly let
this one chanco in a thousand go by.
for servile fear of disobeying orders?
He had left his Highness safe with
two regiments at his back; this other
could do nothing nt tho Place d' Alton
barracks buUswcll the ranks; here, by
a turn of a hand, they might win ror
the cause the very blood and bones
of success, a mighty arsenal, and for
themselves honor and gratitude from
their Emperor. In Francois' mind
was a touch of innocent vanity that ne
should have the power to render so
signal a service, yet no thought at nil
for himself or for the honor he might
gain or lose; whole-heartedly he
weighed the reasons why or why not
it would be best for the Prince.
The alde-do-camp'B voice broke In.
"My Colonel, I beg you, I Implore you,
save MonBlour de Perslgny. The
Prince loves him he will be very
angry if he is loft helpless they
threaten to execute him I myself
heard I lmpore you, Monsieur le Col
onel. For the rest, it 1b Indeed the
moment of fato to win the arsenal."
Francois' face lit with a fire of
decision. "My Colonel, It Is for the
Prince it would bo his will we must
not lot slip the gift of destiny. To
the arsenal!"
And while orders rang out sharply
and the regiment wheeled Into sliding
lines that doubled and ported and
flowed together again in an elastlo
stream toward the looming arsenal,
Francois, with a quick word to De
Perslgny's aide-de-camp, was writing
raptdly on a bit of paper.
"You will take this to the Prince at
once," he ordered, and the young offi
cer saluted, for be, too, knew, as moat
of them did, this man's anomalous yet
strong hold on Prince Louis.
Francois rode again to the coionei s
side, and he did not doubt that he hud
decided lightly.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
The Accolade at Last.
Tt la a common tragedy that men,
being human, cannot see all sides of
a question; that a decision right in
one light may bring disaster in an
other. If events had stayed where ne
left them, Francois Beaupre and Col
onel Couard and his regiment would
have won honor and eternal grati
tude from Louis Bonaparte for the
quarter of an hour's work which made
thn arsenal theirs. Events, instead or
standing still, or going forward, took
an unexpected sinister turn, not long
after Francois' going.
The hanny Prince, smiling the snna-
owy smile which made his fuce win
ning, stood In the center of triumphant
turmoil; his new followers, the men
of the forty-sixth, crowded about him
shouting, cheering, kissing his hands,
and tha loval fourth artillerymen fra
ternized, embraced, congratulated tho
men of the line regiment, me narrow
eourtvard wns a hubbub of rupturous
excitement, and tho Trlnce's olllccrs
Montholon, Vaudrey, Volsln, rarquln.
D'Hunln. Querelles these and others
whose names Frenchmen knew, sur
rounded the small figure whicn yet
had so much of royalty, and luughed
and chatted light-heartedly. In a few
moments, when Colonel Laity s engi
neers and the third artillery should
hi arrived the Prince would have
five thousand men under his com-
mnnrt The great came was practical
ly won Prince Louis was all but Em
peror.
Suddenly, above the sea of sound, a
commotion wns heard at the farther
end of tho barrack yard. The colonel
of the forty-sixth, Colonel lalanuier,
had nrrlved. Very loyal to Louis Phil-
llpe, very angry at the sceno before
lilm, he would not believe the news.
He called excitedly, and the mens
voices died down as they saw him
gesticulating.
"Soldiers." he cried, "you nre de
ceived! This man for whom you are
Bhoutlng Is an adventurer, an Im
postor!"
In the shock of Bllcnco which fol
lowed his words, another voice rang
out, clear and Indignant, the voice of
a etaff-offlcer whom they all knew.
"It Is not the nephew of the Em
peror! It Is the nephew of Colonel
Vaudrey! I recognize hlra!" the offi
cer cried In a strong Btaccato, and a
gasp as If ice-water had been scat
tered went through the crowded
place.
There Is nothing more absurd In his
tory than the Instant effect of this
nnirk wltted lie. Only with a mer
curial French mob, perhaps, could it
have succeeded, but It succeeded here
with hopeless swiftness. It flew from
mouth to mouth they wero cheated,
tricked; the Emperors nephew, their
Prince, had not come; this young man
was a make-believe, a substitute, tne
nephew of an officer; some of the
soldiers who had shown most enthus
iasm almost lost their minds now In
rage.
Colonel Talandlcr began to form bis
men; the Prince, composed as ever,
yet earnest swift, tried to rally his,
but It was impossible to start any
where, In this confusion, for line and
artillery bad become mixed In an un
manageable mob. A word from either
Prince or colonel and blood would
have flowed.
Yet the steadfast mind kept Its
hope; he glanced every moment toward
the ramparts. The third must appear
there shortly; It could not be many
minutes. They would turn the tide.
One gllmpeo of that solid swinging
regiment and the day would bo saved
and salvation was certain. The
third was coming, would bo here any
second Francois' faithfulness could
bo trusted.
Slowly, with his officers crowding
about hlra, he was driven toward tho
barracks wall, and, In a flash, from
Bomewhere, a man was before him,
thrusting a bit of paper nt him. With
a Bwirt movement he had It opened
and read:
"Destiny throws arsenal Into our
hands. Have taken third artillery to
hold It. I wait to bring the news a
Jewel for your crown. Vive1 l'Emper
eur! Ileaupro."
Few men ever heard Louis Napo
leon sob, yet the officers stood about
him nt that moment caught n sound
that wrung them. It meant tho end,
and they knew It. Passionately he
crushed the paper and threw it Into
tho seething mass.
FEEDING BIRDS IN WINTER
Kindly Act to Set "Dinner Table" for
the Wild Feathered Song
sters. How best 'to feed the birds 1b al
most an art in Itself. A winter lunch
counter spread with suet, nuts, hemp
seed, meat and crumbs will attract
nuthatcheB, chickadees, downy and
hairy woodpeckers, creepers, blucjayO,
etc. Canary seed, buckwheat, oats
and hay chaff scattered on the
ground beneath will provide an irre
sistible banquet for other feathered
boarders. A feeding place of this sort
can be arranged for convenient obser
vation from a window and afford no
end of diversion and Instruction. Dut
whothcr close to borne or far afield,
the great secret ot success in such
work is regularity. Degin to put the
food out early In November, and let
the birds get to know that they are
always sure to find a supply of dain
ties In a certain spot, aud the news
will soon spread among them. In win
try weather, especially, It Is amazing
what can be accomplished by feeding
the birds regularly, and at least the
following blrdB have been induced to
teed from the human hand: Chlcka
dee, white breasted nuthatch, red
breasted nuthatch, brown creeper
Carolina wren, cardinal, evening gros
irnnn Tin ha thrown away tfie em
pire," be hissed through set terth.
If I could run hlra through:
H'hnn nil ickiv. ha was himself again
Serenely while the maddened soldleri
pressed on him, he turned ana spon
a quiet word to his friends, and then,
serenely, too, with a gaze that was
half contemptuous, hair rnenaiy, u
let himself be made prisoner.
Yot the fight was not all over even
now. On the ramparts, where the
Prince and his column should have
been, had gathered from the Faubourg
Pierre a formidable crowd, who ad
vanced angrily to his rescue, and pelt
d h linn regiment with stones, and
cried again and again, "Vive 1'Emper
eur!" Colonel Talandler had to recK
on with a many-sided trouble. But the
"Sire! I Bring You the Arsenal."
henrt of it was in his hands, and Blow
!y order and the old rule were coming
back.
Tho tumult of tho struggle had
quieted, the volatile forty-sixth regi
ment, returned to lis allegiance, stood
formed In ranks, In appearance ns firm
for the king ns tho everlasting hills,
and, at tho end of the court was a
sad and silent, yet a Btately group of
men, the Prince who hnd almost been
Emperor and those who had watched
slipping with his hope, their hopes of
grandeur.
Suddenly a horse's hoofs rang down
the lane from tho Faubourg; a rider
clattered at gallop Into the yard and
across the front of the soldiers,' and
every one In the agitated company
saw that tho man reeling In his sad
dle was wounded. With blind gaze he
stared about as he reined in, and
then he caught sight of the sorry
group, the Prince and his officers. To
Francois Beaupre, clutching to this
world by one thread of duty, this was
tho victorious Emperor and his tri
umphant staff. With a choking shout
ho threw himself from the horse and
fell, too far gone to stand, at the
Prince's feet.
"Sire, I bring you the arsenal," he
stammered painfully, loudly. In the
silence of the courtyard ono heard
every word. "Two wishes good fair
ies " he gasped. And then, his mouth
twisting to a smile, "the third Is no
matter."
Louis Bonnparte looked down at the
man whose dying face stared up at
him in a rapture of loyalty; whose life
had been consecrated to him; whose
death was for him; who had lost hlra
an empire. For a seconl a struggle
shook him, and then the large kind
ness through which he came nearest
to greatness, overflowed. In the ca
reer to come was no finer moment, no
higher inspiration for Prince Louis
than this. He bent close to the glaz
ing eyes.
"Courage!" he said clearly. "Cour
age, mon ami. Live for me and for
our country. Live, my brother Fran
coisChevalier Beaupre, Marshal of
the Empire." And tho Prince's sword
flashed out and touched his shoulder.
The other world closing about him
Francois heard they did not doubt It
who Baw the eyes flame as a firefly
flames out of darkness, and when his
Hps stirred they knew that ho wished
to cry once more "Vive l'lCinpereur!"
Frenchmen all, shaken with tho liv
ing drama, the ruined men who stood
about a defeated Prince cried It for
lilm the old mnglc cry of tho llona
partes. With kepis lifted, as one man,
"Vive I'Kmpereur!" the deep voices
cried, hailing a lost cause for a lost
llfo. Hut only the Prince knew that
a thought enmo after; only he caught,
on the gaRp which lot the soul out, a
girl's name. Ho bent qulrkly again,
with nn eager assurance, hut It was
late. Tho accolade of a higher king
hnd touched his Bervant. and the
knightly soul of Francois had risen.
TUB END.
beak, tufted titmouse, Canada Jay,
Florida Jay, Oregon Jay, and redpoll.
Even In spring untiring patience has
resulted In the gratification of this su
premo ambition of the bird lover, and
bluebird, robin, catbird, brown thrash
er and yellow throated vlroo have
been known to feed from the hand of
a trusted friend, even with plenty of
food all around. From Uoy Scouts of
America.
American Benefactions.
Many a worthy but struggling char
ity has been placed on Its feet by a
timely bequest or gift from n living
friend, and the whole cause of organ
ized benevolence has frequent rea
son to rojolco over this tendency
which, while not by any means con
fined to one nationality, la known in
the United States on a scale never
known before. Large gifts in this
country amounted last year to more
than $300,000,000, without including
any of less than $10,000. Examined
In detail the list is a long one. The
evident purpose Is to benefit man
kind in making It better equipped for
the duties ot life, and to prevent and
ameliorate human suffering. Educa
tional Institutions, hospitals and sani
tary work received more than half
the gifts of last year. Elevated art
was well remembered and responsible
charities received a generous share.
Mm
(Conducted by tha National Wom-jr-.
WHAT A WRITER SAW.
A short time ago I noticed him u
he came into town, with his wagoj
full of vegetables, and chickens, at!
eggs. He found a ready market loi
his produce, and I thought how happr
his little ones would be when he n
turned home In the evening with toys,
and dresees, and shoes, and food t
the morrow, and some clear money )
bis purse. I thought I could see hla
wife standing In the doorway to gin
hlni a cordial greeting on his return,
so uesirous was i mat ne biiouij mai,
the home ones happy and contented.
could almost see hie cheerful f.ice u
he returned to his family after a daj i
absence. So I thought, and return,
to my work. Hut evening came, and
he passed by my window aguin. ,
had nothing I thought he would ban
The bed of the wagon was bare. Mo
little shoes, nor food for the morrow,
nor money In his purso, I dare say!
The man was drunk. He had chaiigpd,
and this changed my thoughts of his
homo. I could see the children uhrlnk.
ing from his approach, and tlm wif
so care-worn and sorrowful; sin
could not meet him with the tender
smile with which she had IniendHd
greeting him. He was breaking hr
heart, nnd preparing to make a Ahq.
late homo for his wife and chlliln u-
XV. 11. Engler.
COST OF A BOY.
(liy MI13. KM.A A. ltOItr.K. IT, l,l,t
v--w iorn mate v. (.;. T. l; i
ii i wtiru iu piace a money value ot
v.hat that mother does for tlm buy
from the time he Is born until lie k
t
twenty-one years of age, I am not m.
ting it too high when I assert it li
worth say two dollars a week yu.
could not hire It done for that --whirl
tneuiiB that tha mother hits invested li
the boy from the time he wan r.
until he Is twenty-one yearn of ag-
more than twenty-one hundred dullanl
In hard work.
What has the father done for uV
boy? He has provided the home, tk-
food and lodging, paid the doctor I
bills, puld for his hooks, lib dotliet I
his schooling, and his bills when b
went to college, bo that when I niak I
the average amount expended tiy tb? I
father $100 per year my estimate bl
low. This means that when t he In;
has reached twenty-one years of ip
hie father and mother havo expend
upon mm in cairn and naru labor mar-1
than $4,000.
If 1 had a house valued at
and some 0116 were to destroy lib;.
fire, I would have the man arreiteJ
and sent to the penitentiary, but If
had a boy, and a house, I would 1 1
thousand times rather some one ww!:
set fire to my house and burn lit
the ground than have the saloon p
hold of my boy and ruin him bodyaal
soul. Wouldn't you?
SMALL PROFIT TO FARMER.
Tho manufacturers of Intosirat!::
liquors quite frequently reprefe:
themselves us Indispensable, lo it-l
farmers, on account of tlie niarkt
they afford him for 'his grain. P:i
Investigation shows that only a
Kinall part of the farmers' total proi I
ucts are taken by the breweries :
distilleries. For Instance, during It
fiscal year ending June 30, 1911, 1H
509,855 bushels of barley, wheat, n-
corn and oats were used in making 1 1
cohollc liquors. Hut tho farina
raised, during the year linu, a ml
of 5,14.1,187,000 bunhels ot these sat
grains mid this shows that tho Up-
traffic uses less than two and a b
per cent, of the five leading P
crops of the land. For every bus'
of grain used by the breweries t
distilleries more than forty-four a:
threu-llftlis bushels are used for H-
mate food purposes. Prof. John
Nleholls.
JUSTICE TO WIFE AND CHILDREN
Tho court was hearing a caw
"drunk, third arrest." The J"';
turned to the woman who stood nei l
whoee worn, sorrowful face M
touched his heart, and said:
sorry, but I must lock tip your l-
hunil." The injured wife, victim -
tho legalized liquor trailic, oneoftlj
many who "take the conseqiW'i
while tho husband takes the drla
had no thought of touching deepm"!
or economic problems, but only
plain, every -day, common sense,
Mie replied: "Your honor, w'""1
It ho better for me and tho chili"!
If you locked up the saloon and WM
husband go to work?"
COMMON SENSE IN NORTHEfj
WISCONSIN.
There are a hundred miles of"
road through northern Wisconsin ,:
but ono saloon town on tlie ''
route. This station retained In "'
ness" at the last election by
Ity of only four votes. And yet nM
em Wisconsin is the homo of the' I
filon ntn I ire.,.. i I. I .. ... 1t,,r lllUll 11
the copper and iron workers!
TWO INVESTMENTS.
Part of the exhibit in a Q': I
(Mass.) Bhop window during L
poster campaign was a little co"5!
with the announcement that:
"Henry saved one dollar p
), ..i i.. o imiiillni! '
At tho end of 25 vears he had ""'I
tl.ln HHh linmi oil no 1,1 flir "
flnsft 1ft tha Pnttnpfl wnfl ft P1 1
l..cena:
"John spent ono dollar Per J
for beer. At the end of J" ..J
llnil this nllo nf omntv barrels'0:
and even these he did not
dam nM I imiriD nrAI FRS.
n ii.,. -l.ivoWM
........ - .... .,....,. meH'l
wnicn nave lacea me jw"' - 1
only in rcnnsyivanin, " tij
states, mis year, snia
surety company agent tno l j,
"has been tin sudden refusal ot I
.... Knlld OH
companies to go on n uv "pp
saloonkeeper or other pers" e
in the liquor business.
.s.H
uoes jour town wi"" .m
its chamber of commerce i
I 8J v'
ganlzatlons, the number of
operation?