Pauls Valley Sentinel (Pauls Valley, Indian Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 50, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 2, 1905 Page: 13 of 16
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IVITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY OON C. WILSON
(ptyrigfit &03, by If/tk, Bronn, arx/ Ccynfiony)
The winds proving unfavorable, it
was not until an evening in early July
that the "Black Petrel" anchored in
the harbor of Bordeaux.
Knowing the location of Grelolre's
house, Lafltte lost no time in reaching
It, and was admitted by a sleepy-eyed
servant, who led the way through a
spacious hall to a closed door at the
farther end; this he opened noise-
lessly, and announced Jim's presence.
At the sound of the servant's voice
Oreloire started hastily; with a joyful
ezolamation be Jumped to his feet
with outstretched hands.
"Jean, Jean, lad! It Is truly thy
very self! And thou hast at last
broken way, and come back to the old
Lafltte grasped the welcoming hands
and shook them cordially. But his
eyes, still searching Grelolre's face,
saw, beneath its look of momentary
gladness, one of keen anguish; and
the younger man wondered what
trouble had come to his friend.
"I cannot say as to that, old com-
rade," was his guarded reply. "1 have
certainly broken away, for a time, at
least; but for how loDg, and to what
purpose, the near future must decide
Grelolre's face clouded again, but
trous, and the emperor returned,
beaten. The allies followed him to
Paris, where he defeated their three
armies, one after the other, although
he was outnumbered five to one. But
he lost many men, some of his most
trusted marshals turned traitors, and
he was forced finally to abdicate.
Then the allies—those who had been
proud of his friendship, and sought his
aid in former years—sent him to Elba,
as its ruler."
Lafltte, who had listened with wide-
open eyes, seemed scarcely able to
comprehend all that he had heard.
"What Is this you tell me?" he mut-
tered slowly, amazement and rage giv-
ing a new look to his face. "Do you
say that the emperor is on Elba?"
"He Is, and exiled there. I am tell-
ing you what all Europe has known
for weeks!" cried Grelolre passion-
ately, the tears streaming from his
"And I came, hoping that he could
find use for my services here in
Lafltte spoke despairingly; for
again, as three years before, had Gre-
loire uttered words to stir the utter-
most depths of his nature.
"Tell me, old friend—do you think It
would be pcssible for me to see him?
only for an Instant; and, placing a
chair for his guest, he pressed him to
This, however, Lafltte declined, ex-
plaining that he had already partaken
of the meal aboard ship.
"I feel greatly flattered, Jean, that
you 6hould be In such haste to see
me," said Grelolre, as he began to eat,
doing It in a perfunctory fashion that
Indicated the performance of a duty.
"You are very welcome. But"—with
a keen glance—"why have you come?"
"To ask you to take me to the em-
peror, and, If It may be, help me to
find some way of serving him."
Grelolre's fork fell upon his plate.
"The emperor!" he repeated, a
cloud of anguish sweeping all the
brightness from his face. "Know you
not what has happened—that he is no
longer emperor of France?"
"What!" cried Lafltte, starting from
bis chair. Then he added lightly,
"You are Jesting, or trying to surprise
me. Perhaps you will tell me that he
Is now ruler of all Europe."
"I can explain everything in a few
words." replied Grelolre, evidently
trying to repress his feelings, and as-
sume a calmness of manner. "The
Russian campaign was most disas-
ls truly thy very self!"
"Why not? He receives icany peo-
ple who visit Elba in order to pay him
"Then surely I should be able to see
him. But how can it bo arranged?
Cannot you think, of some plan?" de-
manded Lafltte, a minjJing of pleasure
and impatience showing in his face as
he again seated hinuelf.
"How soon do you wish to start?"
"At once, for I cau afTord to lose no
time. It must bu now," was the impa-
There was ;i short silence, after
which Greloirs, who appeared to have
been turning something In his mind,
exclaimed, "Uien! I believe I can see
a very clear way for ourselves."
"Yes—wl.at is it?"
"Do yoi remember Murier? It
was he wto brought you to Bonaparte,
that morning after the storming of
Toulon. Do you remember?"
A grave look had been deepening In
Lafltte's face, and his voice had a
softer tone as he answered, "Yes, yes,
old friend, I remember Murier. But
what can he possibly have to do with
"Much, as you will see when I ex-
plain. Murier and I were much to-
gether, anrt much to one another—
close comrades. He lost an arm at
Wagram, was decorated, and pen-
sioned, and then went to Elba, where
he has since lived with his married
sister, Madame Teche, whose husband
is a farmer. We will go first
to Murier; he is close to the
emperor—perhaps in his service,
and I doubt not that he will be able
to arrange for an interview. But of this
I am certain—that he will welcome us,
and do all in his power to serve us."
"Good!" exclaimed Lafltte, from
whose face the reminiscent look had
vanished. "And now, Grelolre, let us
consult as to the details. How soon
can we depart?"
Then while the day grew, the two
perfected their plans.
I^afltte and Greloire sot out on
horseback that same evening, making
no prolonged stop until Toulon was
reached. They arrived there early one
afternoon, anu rested until the follow-
ing morning; and the two—Lafltte
more especially—felt like ghosts re-
turned to former scenes as they ram-
bled about the slightly changed
They left their horses at Toulon,
and pushed on by hired conveyance to
Cannes. Then, in order to avoid bus
picion, they crossed over to Leghorn,
and, chartering a large fishing smack,
sailed for Porto Ferrajo, the principal
port of Elba, where the emperor re-
The Teche farm was about a mile in-
land; and one of the younger men
offering his services as guide, he led
the way from the beach, across a
grassy field, until, having passed
through a piece of woods, they came
out upon an eminence overlooking a
fertile valley, planted with vincfr, as
were also the opposite hillsides.
Below lay a spacious wooden even-
ing, and near it a man, coatlcss, and
with one shirt sleeve swing'ng empty
of the arm that should l« ve filled it,
was walking slowly abort, a large dog
following at his heels.
"Murier himself, by all that is for-
tunate!" muttered Greloire, raising a
hand to better sha4e bis eyes from the
glare of sunshine, after which he took
a deep brsatb. and sent his voice
ahead in a vigorous and prolonged
They wera close enough to see Mur
ier's perplexed face as he turned
quickly *nd looked toward them. But
the peiplexity was lost in a glow of
glad eagerness, as he came forward
and grasped Greloire by the arm
while the latter's hands caught the
coatless shoulders and shook them
"Aha, old comrade," Grelolre cried
| laughingly, "I rejoice to see that the
Elba sun has made those cheeks of
thine less white than when I last saw
them, in the hospital. Thou are well?
"Quite well, my dear Felix, I assure
you." was the more quiet reply. "But
what happy fortune has brought thee
to this part of the world, to gladden
"You shall know all about it later,
said Greloire. "But let me present
you, Murier, to Captain Lafltte,
Louisiana—in the United States, you
will understand. He is my friend."
Murier extended his hand to Lafltte,
who, with a few courteous words
clasped it warmly.
It had been agreed that Lafltte
should be known to Murier as Captain
Lafltte, from America, who desired to
do himself the honor of paying his re
spects to the exiled emperor.
Thd only person now exercising sur-
veillance upon Elba was the English
commissioner, who happened to be ab-
sent for a day from Porto Ferrajo
This was a fortunate circumstance for
Lafltte and Greloire, as the commis
sioner was supposed to keep a watch
ful eye upon the emperor, and report
his observations to the English cab
Still—as Grelolre had said—It was
no uncommon thing for travelers
visit Elba with the object of paying
their respects to Napoleon; and Mur-
ier, after laying Gielolre's request be-
fore him, was to ascertain if he would
consent to receive his former soldier
and the American captain that r>4ifie
Thus had it been settled when Mur-
1-1 and Greloire came out of the house
a.1.1 joined the two who were chatting
on the shaded veranda.
When their hostess took her depart-
ure, Lafltte turned to Murier and
asked abruptly, "How do 3 your em-
peror bear his exile? Seems he happy
at all, or even content?"
"Have you ever seen him? You
speak as one who admires—yes, love J
him." Murier spoke rapidly, and his
searching eye3 showed a certain sur-
prise at the eagerness manifested in
the younger man's face.
'I surely admim and love him," was
the answer, hearty and yet evasive
of Murier s question. "Cannot one do
this without having seen him?"
"Indeed yes, m'sieur," replied Mur-
ier, in a tone of strong emotion. "Are
there many hearts in America, may I
ask, who hold him thus?"
I.afitte hesitated a moment before
answering with an emphasis that left
nothing for Murier to desire, "If they
new him as do I, every heart would
feel as does mine. As it is, nowhere
France is his name held more
sacred than in Louisiana. Now,
M'sieur Murier, will you not answer
"Certainly, M'sieur le Capitaine; I
will answer you frankly. Whenever I
have seen the emperor, which of late
has been frequently. It has been to see
him tranquil, almost to indifference."
Here Greloire, who had been listen-
ing with growing indignation, broke
into the conversation.
"And think you, Murier, that such a
state of affairs is to continue? Can
you believe that his wonderful powers
are crushed—lost in this indifference
of which you speak? No! 1 believe
that, sooner or later, he will rise
"Sh-h!" warned Murier, with a
quick, imperative gesture. "This is a
time and place, old comrade, when It
is wise to do no believing aloud. Let
us talk no more of such matters, but
learn from M'sieur le Capitaine some-
thing of that wonderful country of his
The talk was interrupted by the re-
appearance of Madame Teche, who
summoned them to dinner; and Gre-
lolre and Lafltte—the former more
especially—who had found little en-
joyment In the cuisine of the fishing
smack, were not slow in accepting the
By the time full justice had been
done to the generous meal, the hour
had come for Murier to report for
duty; and, promising to return with
all possible speed, he left the guests
to be entertained by his sister.
The twilight was near, with the
glow of sunset paled in the valley, and
the shadows climbing the hills out-
lined sharply against the liquid glory
of the cloudlesB sky, when he returned
with the information that the emperor
would, at 8 o'clock, rcceivo Grelolre
and his friend, the American gentle-
man; and shortly afterward they,
guided by Murier, took their way
across the darkening valley, and en-
tered a grassy road that wound
through a gateway of the hills.
(To be continued.)
Congressman J. Adam Bede was
consulting with President Roosevelt
last spring about a minor federal ap-
pointment in the Minnesota district
which he represented. After making
several inquiries about the man, the
prebident sharply said: "Is he an hon-
est man?" "An honest man?" re-
turned Mr. Bede. "Why, see here, Mr.
President, that man wouldn't rob a
railroad company—not if he had th«
Auto Disperses Wild Cattle.
Mr. and Mrs. G. E. Bailey, of San
Francitco, while traveling in their
automobile In Santa Barbara county,
suddenly came upon a thousand wild
cattle in the road. They forced their
way through, crowding the cattle to
right and left, but for a time they
and the herders expected to see the
auto upset and wrecked by the ex-
i cited animals.
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