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.11 MARY'RAmOND dnPIAN AND! lAimiOf? 7T1C Pn?FTCT.TI?)5UTr, THT SYNOPSIS. I Francois Beaupre. a peasant babe of three years, after an amusing incident in which Marshal Ney figures, is made a Chevalier of France by the Emperor Na poleon, who prophesied th&t the boy might one day be a marshal of France under another Bonaparte. At the age of ten Francois visits General Baron Oas pard Gourgaud. who with Alixe,. his seven-year-old daughter, lives at the Chateau. A soldier of the Empire under Kapoleon he fires the boy's imagination with stories of his campaigns. The boy becomes a copyist for the general and learns of the friendship between the gen eral and Marquis Zappi. whd campaigned with the -general under Napoleon. Mar quis Zappi and his son. Pietro. arrive at 4he Chateau. The general agrees to care or the Marquis' son while the former oes to America. The Marquis asks Fran cois to be a friend of his son. The boy jsolemnly promises. Francois goes to the Chateau to live. Marquis Zappi dies leav ing Pietro as a ward of the general. Alixe, Pietro and Francois meet a strange toy who proves to be Prince Louis Na poleon. Francois saves his life. The gen eral discovers Francois loves Alixe, and -extracts a promise from him that he will not Interfere between the girl and Pietro. Francois goes to Italy as secretary to Pietro. Queen Hortense plans the escape of her son Louts Napoleon by disguising him and Marquis Zappi as her lackeys. Francois takes Marquis Zappi's place, who is HI. in the escape of Hortense and Louis. Dressed as Louis' brother Fran cois lures the Austrians from the hotel al lowing the prince and his mother to es cape. Francois is a prisoner of the Aus trians for five years, in the castle owned by Pietro in Italy. He discovers In his .guard one of Pletro's old family servants, and through him sends word to his friends of his plight. The general, Alixe and Pietro plans Francois escape. Fran cois receives a note from Pietro explain ing in detail how to escape from his prison. Alixe awaits him on horseback and leads him to- his friends on board the American Balling vessel, the "Lovely Lucy." Francois, as a guest of Harry Hampton, on the "Lovely Lucy." goes to America to manage Pietro's estate In Virginia.- Lucy Hampton falls in love with Francois. Prince Louis Napoleon In America becomes the guest of the Hamptons, where he meets Francois. Lucy Hampton reveals her love for Fran cols after the latter saves the life of Harry Hampton and Is himself Injured in the effort. Francois tells Lucy of his love for Alixe. He returns to France and tells Alixe his one wish In life Is that she love Pietro. Francois Joins the political plotters. His health fails and he Is forced to return to America. Later Napoleon summons him to London to aid him in Ms plots to gain the French throne. Lucy Hampton weds her cousin. Pietro pro poses to Alixe and is accepted. They plan a letter to Francois telling him his wish is granted. Francois on the night before the battle shows the -prince a let ter from Alixe. which he thinks is a confession of her love for him. CHAPTER XXXI. Continued. Prince Louis saw the dawning of consternation. Rapidly he considered. Was it well to take away a man's hap piness and courage just before a fight? He remembered some words of Fran cola 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 said, "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 tiave his letter, with the meaning he had read into it, for his lady's badge, And he should fight tomorrow with the thought of her in his heart. The let ter suggested, another meaning to so phisticated Louis Bonaparte, but there is no need to hasten the feet of un happiness. The resonant French voice spoke at last in an unused accent of cordiality and the Prince lied, with ungrudging graciousness. "Mistaken, my Francois! Not at all. The little billet-doux breathes lqve for you in each line there is no question! But, mon ami, you have not finished ' 3our 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 "$he 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, .his expressionless eyes watching the rings of smoke which he puffed from "his mouth ring after ring, mounting In dream-like procession to the low ceiling, considered again. Somewhere In the chain of events of this love- Affair his keen practical sense felt a link that did not fit a link forced Into connection. Vaguely he discerned how It was something had happened to the Virginian letter there had been a confusion somewhere. To him the four words of Alixe'a postscript were final. "Pietro sends his love." A sub--conscious reasoning made him certain that Pietro would not have come into -such a letter if ft had been indeed a ,love-letter; that the three lines of writing just before the battle could aiot have held another man's name. If they had been written to the man whom she loved. Very dimly, very .surely the Prince concluded these things; and then he lowered his cigar, .and his gray dull eyes came down rfrom the ceiling and rested, kindly on the radiant face. "You are right, my j friend. It was an exquisite thought of your lady-love to put this other weap- on, this bright sword of happiness into .your hand, to fight with tomorrow., Mon Dieu, .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- -ehale'?" The i light frem Francois' eyes was Tiike a lamp. "My Wlnoe sire there are three things I have desired all my life, all .great things, but of them that one ithe baton of a 'Marshal Is the least. If I might win her love I have said If I might help put you in Napoleon's PIW3V JjrnTP JREAAURr. FTC.) piace ana snout -vive rjampereur ior yon on the- throng of France; 11 I might fulfill the Emperor's prophecy and be not a 'Marshal eome day any longer bat a Marshal of your empire it i asking much of one lifetime, above all for a man born a peasant. Is It not? Yet of those three wishes one wonderful fulfillment has come to me" he gripped his letter closer "and one, I believe tomorrow brings. Be fore tomorrow night" his great eyes were lifted '.toward the ceiling of the room, and In them was the rapt look of the child of the farm-house 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 said slowly, and the words came with' a languid power, as If his personality were a medium, "that be fore tomorrow night the officers who stand about you shall hail 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. i "TJgh!" he said, his teeth chattering. It gives me a 'crise de nerfs, 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; who holds one of them In his hand" he lifted the 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? It Is as If I were In a grave, this coldness," he said, look ing about with a disturbed gaze, "yet my life Is Just beginning." The Prince rose and tossed his cigar to the fireplace. "It is simply that you are tired, Francois," he Bald in the tranquil tones which no peril dis turbed. "The nerves of us all are stretched and yours are the finest strung. Go to bed, and at daylight you will be warm enough, with the 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 had ever done.' He thought of his own life, according to his lights not a bad life, radically strong and radically gentle, yet complicated, abnormal from Its start, with many shadows and many stains; then of the crystal clear ness of this other's, with his 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. "Yet I am glad I left him his hope and his happi ness." A vision of Francois' beatified look rose before him. "A man fights better so," the Prince murmured aloud, and, his own sadness forgotten in another man's joy, he fell asleep. CHAPTER XXXII. The 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 Louis Napoleon's followers were waiting before daylight for the part they had to play. No man among them was as quiet, as little nervous as the Prince, yet his as well as every gal- "Soldiers! The Honor of Beginning a New Empire Shall Be Yours!" lant heart of them felt a throb of relief with its bound of excitement when a trumpet, from the Ansterlitz barracks, the barracks of the fourth artillery. Napoleon's own regiment. suddenly sounded. It was the signal, and In a moment the Prince and his escort were mov ing down the dark street toward Colonel Vaudrey's quarters, toward that ringing not not yet died out from the pulsing air. The city was tranquil when " Prince Louis reached the barrack-gate, and the eoldler-blood in him rushed in i 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 want well,, this was the core of his army. Colonel , Vaudrey was in the center of the square; ,the .Prince marched quietly to him and as he came, with a sharp simultaneous clatter that was the mu sic of Heaven to his ears, the whole regiment presented arms. - : ; In the glowing light the soldiers whd" fronted" Joward him could see that the colorless face Turned grayer, but that was all, and quickly Colonel Vaudrey spoke to his men. 1 "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 rights, the army Its greatness. He trusts in your courage, your de votion to accomplish this glorious mis sion. My soldiers, 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 Bonapartist always, carried oft its feet now by the sight of . the Prince, by the honor of being the first 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 his and not break. He held up his hand, and rap idly, yet with lingering shouts of en thusiasm, the tumult quieted. "Soldiers," he said, "1 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 when 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 Austerlitz and Wagram." He caught the standard from an officer and held It high. "It is the 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 against 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'Empereur! Vive Napoleon!" The souls of a thousand men were on fire with memories and traditions, with a passion of consecration to a cause, and as if the spell of the name grew stronger with Its repetition they shouted over and over, in tremendous unison, over and over and over. . "Vive Napoleon! Vive l'Empereur!" It was necessary at last for the quiet slender young man who was the storm-center to raise his hand again, and with a word, with the glimmer of a smile to speak his gratitude to stop the 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 hold the telegraph office; the tumult once quieted, the yard was a scene of efficient business, for all this had been planned and each officer knew his work. In a very few moments the officers of the third ar tillery who" were with the Prince had hastened to their quarters, another had been sent to arouse the forty-sixth of the line, at the Place d' Alton bar racks, and shortly Prince 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 l'Empereur!" the soldiers cried. "It is the nephew of Napoleon," and the citizens . threw back, "Vive l'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 elles 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 leon 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, his look as radiant as the Prince's look waa con tained and impassive, marched always Francois Beaupre. The hard-earned military knowledge, the patient toil of preparation had come into play, and in a hundred ways the man had been useful. With no exact rank, as yet. but ready at any moment, eager for the hardest task, never asking for rest, 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 be worked to death it must stop." -' - .- "' t , Today, however, Francois bad a definite duty of responsibility. While the Prince marched, gathering strength at every -yard, through the town toward the Piac 3 4f Alton at its farther side. Colonel Couard of the third artillery had gone to proclaim the great news tp bis regiment and to hold thenfready. In .case of Buccess 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 where the sol diers assembled. If the Prince entered from the town side, from the street Faubourg Pierre 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 offi- "The Arsenal!" the Man Gasped. cers about his Highness saw that some one had blundered. Someone in the van a man had lost his head, had forgotten, and the compact Inelastic procession had been led toward the approach from the 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 forty-sixth. Some thing had happened to the officer sent to arouse them another slip in the chain and instead of being drawn up in the yard they were getting ready for Sunday Inspection, but they flock ed to the windows at the noise, they rushed into the yard at the name of Napoleon. An old sergeant of 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; he was not wrong; in a moment the line regiment had caught up the cries' of "Vive l'Empereur! " raised by the artillerymen, and the earlier scene of . the Austerlitz 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, heard a word at his ear and turned. "Sire, it is success. I go to bring up your Majesty's other regiment,", Fran cois said, and the Prince answered quietly: "Yes, It is success. Go, mon ami." In a moment tire messenger had thrown himself on the horse of an ar tilleryman and forced a way through the recoiling mass, down the lane. 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 the colonel at their head, and gaily the Joyful march, back be gan. The sun had come from behind the clouds of early morning and shone gloriously on glancing steel, on the brilliant swinging line of tie regi ment. Low branches of trees brushed Francois' shoulder as he rode and the touch thrilled him, for he knew by it that this was true and not a dream, and he, Francois Beaupre, was lead ing a regiment of France to France'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 le General Voirol is on bis way, but he is dis tant. It is a step from here. The third artillery could arrive there be fore him they would - surrender Monsieur de Perstgny would be re leased" he stopped breathless. The colonel turned an inquiring look on Francois. As the Prince's mes senger, as the man whom he had seen closest to the Prince's person, he de ferred to him, and Francois realized that he must make, and make quickly, a momentous decision. The arsenal waa immense and lightly guarded. De Persigny had been sent with a small force to take it. for the ammunition It held might at any moment be of supreme importance. It seemed that the detachment which guarded it had been underrated, for it had made pris oners of De Persigny and his men. and thia aide-de-camp had alone es caped. If they were to be rescued, if the arsenal was to be gained for the Prince, this very moment , must be seized. ( General Voirol. royalist, the commandant at Boulogne, was on his way 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 iajiistory 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 the Prince reproach him. if he stupidly let this one chance 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 at the Place d Alton barracks but swell the ranks; here, by a turn of a hand, they might win for. 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 he should have the power to render .so signal a service, yet no thought at all 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 aide-de-camp's voice broke in. My Colonel. I beg you. I implore you. save Monsieur de Persigny. ine Prince loves him he will be very angry if he is left helpless they threaten to execute him I myself heard I lmpore you, Monsieur le Col onel. For the rest, It Is indeed the moment of fate to win the arsenak" Francois' face lit with a fire of decision. "My Colonel, It is for the Prince it would be his will we must not let slip the gift of destiny. To the arsenal!" And while orders rang out sharply and the regiment wheeled Into sliding lines that doubled and . parted and flowed together again in an elastic stream toward the looming arsenal, Francois, with a quick word to De Persigny's aide-de-camp was writing rapidly on a bit of paper. "You will take this to the Prince at once, he ordered, and the young o ni cer saluted, for he, too, knew, as most of them did, this man's anomalous yet strong hold on Prince Louis. Francois rode again to the colonel's side, and hie did not doubt that he had decided rightly. CHAPTER XXXIII. The Accolade at Last. It is 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 bad stayed where he 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 the arsenal theirs. Events, instead of standing still, or going forward, took an unexpected sinister turn, not long after Francois' going. The happy Prince, smiling the shad owy smile which made his face 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 the loyal fourth artillerymen fra ternized, embraced, congratulated the men of the line regiment. The narrow courtyard was a. hubbub of rapturous excitement, and the Prince's officers Montholon, Vaudrey, Voisin, Parquin, D'Hunin, Querelles these and others whose names Frenchmen knew, sur rounded the small figure which yet had so much of royalty, and laughed and chatted light-heartedly. In a few moments, when Colonel Laity's engi neers and the third aillery should have arrived the Prince would have five thousand men under his com mand. The great game was practical ly won Prince Louis was all but Em peror. . s Suddenly, above the sea of sound, a commotion was heard at the farther end of the barrack yard. The colonel of the forty-sixth. Colonel Talandier, had arrived. Very loyal to Louis Phll lipe, very angry at the scene before him, he would not believe the news. He called excitedly, and the men's voices died down as they saw ..him gesticulating. "Soldiers," he cried, "you are de ceived! -This man for whom you are shouting is an adventurer, an 1m-, postor!" In the shock of silence which fol lowed his words, another voice rang out, clear and indignant, the voice of a staff-officer whom they all knew. "It is not the nephew of the Em peror! It is the nephew of .Colonel Vaudrey! I recognize him!" the offi cer cried In strong staccato, 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 quick-witted lie. umy witn a mer curial French mob, perhaps, could it have succeeded, but it succeeded here with hopeless swiftness. It flew from mouth to mouth they were cheated tricked; the Emperor's nephew, their Prince, had not come; this young man was a make-believe, a substitute, the nephew of an officer; some of the soldiers who had shown most enthus iasm almost lost their minds now In rage. Colonel Talandlex. began to form his 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 had 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 glimpse of that solid swinging regimen and the day would be saved. and salvation was certain. The third was coming, would be here any second Francois' faithfulness could be trusted. Slowly, with his officers crowding about him, he waa driven toward the Kaw.mV. i t V. , . somewhere, a man was before him. thrusting a bit of paper at him. . With a swift 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. Vive l'Emper eur! , Beaupre." Few men ever heard Louis Napo leon sob, yet the officers stood about him at that moment caught a sound, that wrung them. It meant the end. and they knew it. Passionately he crushed the paper and threw it into the seething mass. ' "Fool! He has thrown away the em pire," he hissed through set teeth. If I could run him through!" Then, quickly, he was himself again. Serenely while the maddened soldiers pressed on him,, he- turned and spoke a quiet word to his friends, and then. serenely, too. with a gaze that waa half contemptuous, half friendly, he let himself be made prisoner. Yet 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 ed the line regiment with stones, and cried again and again, "Vive l'Emper eur!" Colonel Talandier had to reck on with a many-sided trouble. But the heart of it was in his hands, and slow ly order and the old rule were coming back. I The tumult of the . struggle had quieted, the volatile forty-sixth regi ment, returned to its allegiance, stood formed in ranks, in appearance as firm for the king as the everlasting hills. and. at the end of the court was a sad and silent, -yet a stately group of men. the Prince who had 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 the Faubourg; a rider clattered at gallop into the yard and across ine iront or me soiaiers, ana every one in the agitated company saw that the 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 omcers. To Francois Beaupre, clutching to this world by one thread of duty, this was the victorious Emperor and his tri- umpnant stair, with a choking snout he threw himself from -the horse and fell, too far gone to stand, at the Prince's feet. i "SJre, .1 bring you the arsenal he stammered painfully, loudly. In the silence of the' courtyard one heard every word. "Two wishes good fair ies " he gasped. And then, his mouth twisting to a smile, "the third is no matter." t . Louis Bonaparte 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 him an empire. For a second 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 "Sire! I Bring You the Arsenal." 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 cois Chevalier Beaupre, Marshal of the Empire." And the Prince's sword flashed out and touched his shoulder. The other world closing about him Francois heard they did not doubt It WHO "MW LUC CJC9 UOU1Q.H & IirBUJ flames out of darkness, and when his lips stirred they knew that he wished to cry once more "Vive l'Empereur! Frenchmen all, shaken with the liv ing drama, the ruined men who' stood about a defeated Prince cried it for him the old magic cry of the Bona parte 8. With kepis lifted, as one man, "Vive l'Empereur!" the deep voices cried, hailing a lost cause for a lost life. But only the .Prince knew that a thought came after; only he caught, on the gasp which let the soul out, a girl's name. . He bent quickly again, with an eager assurance, but it waa late. The accolade of a higher king had touched his servant, and the knightly soul of Francois had risen. THE END. '