Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1849-10-18

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been an unfiended orphan, without home, he
would have joyfully offered his heart, and the
only fortune he had--his honest labor. While
thus depressed an event occurred which drove
Pauline completely out of his thoughts.
Ono day he was sent for to wax the floors of
house near Palais Royal, the apartments of
which were generally devoted to the pleasure
parties of the courters. JEAN who was well
known and trusted, was told to wax the floor of
every room then unoccupied. He Obeyed, and
soon found himself in a chamber OF luxurious
appearance, surrounded by pictures which told
of rural love and happiness. Jean had seen
them often before but they had never affected
HIM so much, and forgetting time, place and his
duties, he leant on the stick which held the wax,
and fell into deep thought. Suddenly he was
startled by voices in the next room Aacvrbie
sentence caught his car, and justified his listen
ing. Pale and terrified he hearkened to every
word, and moved not for fear of being disCov-
cred He had heard an awful and frightful Sc
cret; and he was a dead man if found in that
room, the ill., Joined wainscot of which allowed
every thing i'll the next to be distinctly heard
"What shall do" thought he to himself; to-
morrow is the fete of st. Louis have no time
to lose"
Jean left the room on tptoe, and with the ut
most caution: then descending the stairs, feign-
ed to leave for dinner. No sooner was he clear
of the house, than he made for the prefecture Of
police, and entering the hotel, asked to see the
lieutenant. The servants replied that he could
not be seen. 1t was one O'Clock, and the fash
onable Paris dinner hour of that day-now six
hours later. Not valet dared disturb NJ de
Bellisle from his meal but Jean insisted, storm
ed, implored; and at last, as they seized him by
the shoulders to pitch him oat, cried, "Do not
drive the out. must see Monsieur de Ball sic
the kings life is in danger"
1t was the eve of ST. Louis 175S, ard the kim
was Louis XIV. Tho servants hesated, looked
at one another, and an agent of police, struck
by The mans tone, babe them pause.
"Go, repeat his words to Monsleure Lieuten.
ami" said he: "and show this person into hi,
private cabinet"
Jean, recovering his breath, followed his guide
and soon found himself face to face with thu
magistrate, whose mien was severe and inquisi
tive, and even incredulous. He babe the frot
teur sit down, and asked him his business in
somewhat petulant tone-the tone of man dis
turbcd in the midst of his dinner.
81 come, sir" said Jean firmly, 8" to inform
you of plot against the kings lile."
81 am informed of such plots every day." re
piled the project, who was used to pretended de
nunciations from persons aiming at exciting at
tention and gaining money. " But let me hea
Jean related all that the reader knk vs. an
added that the attempt on the kings life was t
be made that evening at the reception on tn
occasion of the fete Of st. Louis, when it wa
usual to present the monarch with boquets {
flowers. One of these was to contain poso
so subtle, that the king on smelling 1t, would ia
as if struck with apoplexy.* Besle looked {
Jean. His mien was agitated: he was profound
ly moved. His handsome and honest feature
were excited, as if by deep indgnaton tn
palor of horror was on his countenance. Bl
the project of police, remembering the pretend
cd revelations of La Tude and Others, was sti
not wholly convinced
care you sure" said he to Jean, that 20
have heard what you tell me? Be careful
, you have done this from mere motive of cupiC
ity, and invented fable, you will pay dearly fj
, it: the Bastile for life"--
"Put me to the rack if you like, scried Pr
! vost; "lt will not alter my words lrcpeat tt
king is in danger. offer my life as security f
my truth"
r Enough. believe you. We will go t.
A gether to Versailles
q 1t was very short time after, when NJ. {
Bellisle and Jean Provost entered the Roy
9 Palace of Versailles by the stairs Of the Cell {
II Bpuf, and arrived secretly at the kings Prlva
g apartments. Every precaution was taken
n conceal the presence Of the minister of polic
Il from the courtlers, as thus the consplrators mig
o guess the discovery of their atrocous plot.
): Louis XIV. received the lieutenant, and he
; with him long and secret interview. In ia
,, they parted only when, at eight O'clock, the mo
If arch went into the Hall Of Treaties to recei
v the respectful homage Of all the foreign ambu
is sailors, princes, and courtiers who, on this occ
r sion are all received in State. The lieutena
IF of police joined Jean Provost, guarded in pl
vate chamber by two exemPs, and sat down to
, hurried meal, in which he invited the trotteur
If. JON him without ceremony. "
e. Meanwhile, Louis XIV. had entered the Ill
e. of Treaties, and seated himself on his throne
t. the end of the apartment. Before him was Il
TX magnificent round mosaic table given to Lou
lie Grand by the republic af Venice, and viii
es was now intended to receive the splendid o.
ms rare boquets offered on this occasion by the 70
lie. al family, the grand officers OF the househo
er and the members of the diplomatic corps, to t
ad king The crowd was gay and gorgeous. I
ly cry variety of costume, rich, bright and respleu
nd ant, shone beneath the blaze OF light, viii
to showed off the brilliance of the diamonds
10, the women. The king, who despite his frivo
TX, had great courage and fund OF good sen,
py which, with other education, would have ma
,w him different man, was by no means move
DIV but smiled graciousy on Madame de Pompadol
i'm and caressed her favorite Spaniel, which sat u
be on stool between them, and al Their feet
led The ceremony commenced. The king,
his was the CUSTOM took the boquets one by OIL
ice thanking every giver by some spdghily wo
old Pretending to play with the spaniel and to
his press its indscreet caresses, no placed eve
pit bunch of flowers near the animals nose, q
ty then laid it down on the mosaic table. Madal
or de Pompadeur laughed, butl ND hor laugh
lIle with her fan.