The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1850-01-09

1uC NIioloCidt"AC ACiI lnS uiOoA CilitCu
round his heart, and turning back to
his new friends he began to talk. He
described the state of France, the tire.
mendous position of the Republic, and
found excuses not for the bloodshed,
but for the severity in other Ways, and
the precautions taken. He told them
how desperate and calculating men, by
spending money, melted the ignorant
to insurrection, and caused the death Of
thousands. He pictured the Comite de
Saint Public battling against half Eu-
rope without, and three parts of France
within, and was continuing to speak to
eager and wondering listeners, when a
knock came to the door, and the clat-
tering of swords was heard. The whole
party rose to their feet annihilated with
fear-Seneca for them, they for alI.
But to keep the visitors waiting was
dangerous, and The Aristocrat' rushed
to open. Halfa.dozen men entered,
headed by a sergeant. 1t was Simon,
the coraonnier, name which good men
of every party will always vow to infa.
my, for he was the murderer of the poor
boy whom the history Of France dcsig.
mates at Louis XVII. Good day,
citoyen,' said he surlily, for there was
no sympathy between the Cordelier
and the Jacobin. 'Iscarch thy rooms
but as matter of form. Thou art
said to be civic known to be almost
as civic as thyself,' replied Seneca,
smotbcring his ire for the sake of the
two trembling women. sAnd these two
women thou can'st, of course answer for!
continued Simon, cycling them suspi.
ciously--sthey look ferrement like ariis.
tocrats.' Take care, citoye,, Simon,'
said the officer, my friends are not in.
suited with impunity. Thou wilt ask
me next for my carte de civismc.'-
'And why not, citizcn?' sneercd the
cobbler. Because thou could'st nos
read it, replied the lieutenant. The
sansculottes roared with laughter, while
the cobbler looked furious. ARREST
them,' he cried, foaming at the mouth.
The sanscmiottes laughed again. Sem
eca was their commander, and despite
his arlstocratic reputation, much below
cd. Nay, not this time, continued the
Secretary of the Scevola club; sbut do
not hurt thy digestion, thou wilt find in
Paris plenty ofpoor women and helpless
children of whom thou wilt not be
afraid Thou speakest of little Ca.
| pet: said the cobblcr---sthou shalt sec.
This night at the Cordclier thou snalt
be denounced. Cftoyens, I call ye to
witness he has called Madame Veto "a
poor woman and little Capct a help
less child 'Dost expect every body to
DC as great a brute ns thysclf?' cried
a buily sans-culotte behind. 'The ci-
toyen Seneca isa good Republican, and
can afford to pity even our enemies.
He has given his proofs 'Nc shall
sce,' said Simon. turning away, pale
and furious; let thy aristocrates look
to it. | denouncc the whole .tou,nee
this evening And the Sergeant went
out, followed by his men, leaving the
three friends alone. The women would
have thanked Seneca, but he hid not
from them that the danger was but
half over. The vindictive character
of Simon was wcli.known. lie would
surely dcnouncc them, and to be dc.
nounccd in those days was almost to
be condemned. The young man NOV
ed about for some time in considerable
agitation. q see but one remedy he
exclaimed, sundcnly turning to the
young girl: 'we are all here in peril OF
our lives. Become my wife, and none
will have word to say, the spouse OF
Seneca Taitbout will be above suspi.
cion. The mother and child booked
wonderstruck. The Countess STAN
mcrcd something about their poverty
and misery. Not a word was said
about shortncss of acquaintance, for
the acts of the yonng man had shown
his whole character. The young girl
bent her head and blushed. .'Sit We
both down." said Seneca, gently, while
his eye rested afcctionatcly on the girl,
"and UNDERSTANDING. / do not ask YOU
to be my wife merely to save us all, but
because | am sure so good 4 child and
gentle being must make any man hap
py. If ye are poor, ain rich, and are
we not equally obliged? l offer you a
comfortable home, and obtain lovely
wife" "And my daughter a noble
husband" exclaimed the poor woman,
fcrvcntly, forgetting the pride Of Firth
and rank, and the undying hopes Of her
caste, in the bright picture before her.
The rest of the day was passed in con-
vcrsation, and before night tho new
friends had become as well acquainted
rs if they had known one another for.
months AT late hour, Seneca left
them to the charge ofhis oficeur, warn.
] inr thnm hn ahnnld NOT ratnr,.