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then crossed over into the pink and "Item 5: Ten doctors, twenty surwhite mystery of the city. Here they found dirt and squalor but also fountains plashing for the wounded, cool sherbets for parched throats, and for the starved senses, gay bazaars and gaming places and pleasing, if somewhat plump and "Item 8: Also some distillers and muddy-colored, Egyptian dancing


Despatches of the victory were duly sent to the Directorate. Napo

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leon came on Bourrienne as he "Item 10: 30,000 ells of cloth, blue

was inditing one in the palace of Elfey Bey, now the official headquarters.

"So," the conqueror said, looking over his secretary's shoulder, "you have put that in!" He referred to the speech before the pyramids. "Un peu charlatan! Did you count our dead? Only thirty, with three hundred wounded. Never mind. Make the casualties heavy and leave the epigram in. It will be impressive."

But despite his cynicism there were dangers enough, with all Egypt arrayed against his thirty-odd thousand, few stores to support them, and the sultan of Turkey planning to swoop down on him through Asia Minor. Against such odds it was something of a trick to hold this new empire. Already he was determined to colonize it and at once dictated to Bourrienne this comprehensive order on France:

and scarlet; "Item 11: A supply of oil; "Item 12: Much soap; and "Item 13: A hundred women." He knew the wiles of those dancinggirls.

Then, after despatching Desaix and Murat against the revolting beys and their villages, and himself fighting battles at Salehyeh and El Aresh to keep his hand in, he sat down to put other things besides daubs in the Oriental picture. Giant ovens, bakeries, foundries, breweries, windmills, sprang, up almost overnight in the shadow of the pyramids. He formed a dromedary corps, clothing some of his abashed troopers in a beautiful robin's-egg blue, with white turbans, and mounting them on the tawny humps of the swaying ships of the desert. The psychological effect on the natives was tremendous.

And he set his savants unwrap

"Send immediately," he wrote the ping mummies, deciphering strange


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scripts, pawing over bas-reliefs. Where only fountains had plashed, the notes of amorous music and the patter of dancing feet had broken the silence, now sounded profound disquisitions on abstruse subjects, professorial bellows made the fires

dance on little forges, and sable and carmine chemicals did most astonishing things in retorts. He even established a university or two and served as vice-president.

But no longer at night around the watch-fires did he indite burning letters to a lovely woman in the North. Leagues of sea-water lay between, but ships could have carried them. Something had burned out. He had no taste, however, for the beauties the beys and sultans sent him. Their opaque brown eyes and their plumpness, creased as if strings had been tied around them, displeased his fastidiousness. In this he differed from Junot and other of his generals, who caused some trade for the toy-makers Napoleon ordered from Paris. European beauty was a trifle more to his taste.

It was thus that he looked from under the arches of Elfey Bey's palace the third week of his stay in Cairo, and saw a lady passing through the street. Costume and carriage were quite Parisian, and her fragrance was wafted up to him by the breezes which rumpled the silver tresses of the fountain in the square.

of men, even such as promised to be lords of the world one day.

About nine, Napoleon spilled a glass of wine over her dress. He did it purposely, making as little effort at concealment as he did in some of his political maneuvers. All knew his object, and he did not care that they knew. As if to repair the damage, he followed her into an adjoining room. Soon the others as discreetly left. And when the silver crescent almost coincided with the golden one on the mosque over against Elfey Bey's palace, the cloaked figure of the lady emerged. It was almost the hour for the first muezzin, the sunrise call to prayer.


The following day he wrote Joseph a letter which showed at least the afterglow of that burning passion for his wife and even more of fraternal love for this older brother to whom he now clung with a fierce affection:

"Be kind to my wife. See her occasionally. I am asking Louis to give her good advice.

"I am sending a handsome shawl to Julie [Julie Clary, Joseph's wife]. Don't be quite so unfaithful to her. "Who is that?" he asked Bour- She is an excellent woman. Make rienne.

'A lady who secreted herself in our ship, in a hussar's uniform; Madame Fourès; and for her husband she does not care."

Bourrienne thought he could read his chief's mind, and he invited the passing beauty to the staff dinner that night. She came-sat with the general, Bourrienne, Croissier, an aidede-camp, to the discussion of iced sherbets, gooseberry water, and Paris. She prattled prettily, was charming. She knew how to entertain the sons

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But then Julie had taken no leaf out of Josephine's book; Julie had been faithful to Joseph; her eyes had never once strayed from her handsome scholarly husband. And he, for all that scholarly air, wore, for the world to see, the boutonnière of primrose dalliance on his lapel. When, in the week following, Napoleon rode abroad with the Fourès, and the ingenuous Eugène, Josephine's son, came to him, pleading that he spare his mother, Napoleon's eyes blazed.

"Am I not human?" he broke forth angrily. Then he grew calm and studied the youthful face. The boy did not understand; to him the mother was still beyond reproach.

"You are right," he added. "Forgive me. It shall not happen again." To spare the boy, the public rides were discontinued; the affair went on in secret, though the bright-eyed Fourès never gave him the love he craved. And when, as the weeks passed and he grew increasingly fond of her, and actually begged for a child, she demurred and broke into tears, but secretly laughed at him.

"I sometimes wonder," she once told a confidante, as with the latest cosmetic she warded off the ravages of time, "why great men cannot win our hearts altogether. They command great armies, ma cherie, but cannot command us. Perhaps it is because we feared him, knew he would never follow us as he did his other bright-eyed mistress, Fame.

"Now, that black-haired Hippolyte Charles was out at Malmaison with Josephine every day, they say, while we were in Egypt. Yet he was virtually a grocer's clerk, and Bonaparte was the greatest man in all the world.

"Still," she concluded, "I might have been faithful to him-in my fashion-if only our union had not been so left-handed."

This, however, was years later. Lady and conqueror are gone; but the pyramids still stand; still echoes that "Soldiers, forty centuries look down upon you!"

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dary Corps halted before her and threw many sacks to the ground. Out of these sacks dark dried-up leather-like forms rolled and tumbled about like so many cabbages. Now, one may look on a lifeless cabbage without disturbance; but there is something awesome in the human body when life has departed; and there was something particularly repellent to the sensitive lady about those dried-up forms with necks dissevered and grimaces frozen, rolling out there by the fountain. And she shrank from Napoleon's touch, as he came up behind her.

"Did you order that?" she asked in a frightened whisper.

"I did not stage that for you but for them," he answered rapidly, indicating with a disdainful gesture the staring populace. “Come, my dear, inside. No? Like all the rest you must have an explanation. Eh bien, you shall have it. It is, you see, just a little lesson-the only kind they understand. When I first came I pardoned many. Did they like that? Oh, no. I was too tender; and for thanks they cut in pieces whole boat-crews, beheaded my aides-de-camp and our messengers bearing flags of truce. Now they will love me.

"But what is that naughty fellow saying up there?" He pointed to the mosque, where a dark figure stretched his arms to the sunset sky, calling in sonorous tones the muezzin of the hour. "Here, Bourrienne-" he shouted to the inner room, "get

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When the interpreter came, the voice had ceased; and in spite of the sword at his windpipe the fellow persisted in saying it was simply the age-old call to prayer.

"It is useless to kill him," declared Napoleon; "the rascal would welcome the martyrdom. But I do not like the smack of it. So watch closely, Bourrienne, and have him on hand for the next muezzin. Meantime double the guard about the palace; and you, little one, do not go out on the streets."

Bourrienne, however, was neither so keen nor so watchful as his chief; and when Napoleon returned, some twenty-four hours later, from an excursion to the river islands, it was to find armed natives prowling through the city and many of his own soldiers killed. He had been right. The servant of Allah had mingled with his petitions to High Heaven invitations to do murder in the more earthly streets.

The lady should have loved him more deeply now, for the care he had shown her, and, if Beauty ever loves Bravery, for the intrepidity with which he raced through the streets as, disobedient to his orders, she watched from the arches. He was everywhere, recklessly exposing his person, but with a purpose; now striding from post to post, bringing up his field-pieces, and driving the natives from quarter to quarter. But women do not always love to the uttermost a masterful man.

It was just before this uprising that Napoleon had to meet a greater test. That was when Bourrienne brought to the palace the despatch telling of the loss of the fleet off the shores of Aboukir. He might have

his victories on land; but Nelson was to have his on sea. There Napoleon was indeed unlucky. Now they could get neither stores nor reinforcements, indeed might never see France again.

As he handed over the despatch, Bourrienne watched him closely, more closely than he had the man on the mosque. One who has patronized a great man, pawned his watch for him, and bought him dinners, is apt to do that. It would be reassuring to find the fatal flaw and so have one's feeling of superiority restored once more.

Napoleon broke into the expected denunciation of Admiral Brueys's foolhardiness; and for a moment his rage was terrible. Then he made a rapid turn of the apartment, paused, and gave the observer the impression of a man shaking off a bad dream or rising from a cold plunge in icy waters. "Our courage must not fail," he said; "we must keep our heads above the waves." Then another march up and down-one more angry phrase-and a smile and a shrug of the shoulder. "Well, Bourrienne, here we must remain, to achieve a grandeur like that of the ancients."

Bourrienne's pen was now scratching rapidly. As was sometimes his custom, he was preparing the bulletin for the Directorate, to be signed by his master. by his master. And he wanted to hurry this one, which he was trying to make favorable to his old friend, the dead admiral, and, if possible, to get it signed and off by some fugitive ship before his chief had scanned it too carefully.

Napoleon read the despatch.

"That is soft, not pointed enough."

Bourrienne looked up. Had he found the flaw?

But Napoleon had plunged into an outline of his own victories on land, which he hoped might soften the blow of the reverse at sea. That done, there was a pause in the dictation-something unusual with Napoleon, who was frowning as he reflected.

And he was troubled, feeling reluctant to criticize a dead man and much preferring a more chivalrous gesture. But here he was, marooned in a hostile land, with the sultan of Turkey bearing down on him from the north; and things were not going well in Paris. The French, brave as they might be in battle, had never recovered from the horrors of the Revolution. The news of a great reverse, if put as that, might bring on a panic; and the Republic, still a creaky structure, would fall in pieces, particularly if he tacitly assumed the blame and they lost faith in him. And then he could whistle away the great empire of which he had dreamed.

As for the dead Brueys, he had been valiant enough, but had shown. criminal folly in remaining in the open sea off Aboukir and not anchoring in the harbor of Alexandria or the safe port of Corfu. He himself had suggested that. True, he had not actually ordered it, and had left matters much to Brueys's judgment. But one thing was certain: Brueys and Villeneuve had not exerted the energy or foresight he himself had shown on land. He did not let such things happen; and he must abjure the blame. Stifling what compunction he felt, he returned to the desk.

"Take this, Citizen Bourrienne:

"I departed from Alexandria in the firm belief that the squadron would soon enter the port of Alexandria or sail for Corfu. I received several letters from the admiral which, to my surprise, announced that he was still at Aboukir. I wrote immediately to desire that he would not delay another hour. But the admiral informed me by letter of the 2nd Thermidor that several English ships had come to reconnoiter him and that he was prepared to receive the enemy at Aboukir. This strange resolution filled me with alarm. I am of the opinion now that he did not want to go to Corfu. . .

It was all adroitly put-with such scanty details at hand and with his doubts about the messengers-for he had not directly accused the dead man and yet had implied his own. good judgment. Then he came to the end:

"If on this fatal occasion he committed errors-' Diable! Do you not hear me, Bourrienne?"-as he saw his secretary lift his pen in hesitation. "Simpleton, you do not understand. I cannot let a disheartening bulletin out now. your friend with laurels later. Now go on: 'If on this fatal occasion, he committed errors, he has expiated them by a glorious death.""

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Then he sat down and wrote, with his own hand, a most tactful and tender letter to the admiral's widow.

"Strange man!" said Bourrienne as he left the place. "One moment a noble action, the next a mean one!"

But war and statecraft are at best unpleasant businesses. And there are, oh, such excellent reasons-the good of the state and all that-for

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