The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-08-31

doors. Here and there torches threw their
glare over these masses, disclosing men with
angry gestures, and women with streaming
hair, swinging their arms savagely, and SEEM
ing like picture of hell, not to be surpassed
in horror even by the phantasms Of Dante.
Women changed to furies and bacchanalians,
roaring and shouting in their murder0us de-
sires; men, like blOodthirsty tigers, preparing
to spring upon their prey, and give it the
death-stroke; swinging pixies and guns, which
cleaned horribly in the glare of the torohes
arms and fists bearing threatening daggers
and knives All this was pressing on upon
the palace-all these Olenohed fists would soon
be engaged in hammering upon the walls
which separated the king and queen from the
people-the executioner from his victim
All at once there rang out fearful, thun-
dering cry, which made the windows rattle,
and called forth terrible echo above in the
deserted hall; for through all these shrieks
and howls, there resounded now a piercing
cry, such as only the greatest pain or the most
in slant need can extort from human lips.
'That was death-cry, whispered Madame
de Campan, trembling, and drawing back from
the window. "They have certainly killed the
Swiss guards, who are keeping the door they
will now pour into the palace. o God what
will become of Varicourt? ? must know what
is going on ~
She flew through the antechamber, and
opened the door of the Swiss hall. 1t was
empty, but outside of it could be heard a con-
fused, mixed mass of sounds, cries, and the
tramping as of hundreds and hundreds of men
coming on, Nearer and nearer came the
sound, more distinct every moment. All at
once the door was flung open on the other
side of the Swiss hail. the door which led out,
and Varicourt appeared in it, pushed back
ward by the raging, bowling mass. He still
sought to resist the oncoming tramp of these
savage men, and, with a movement like light
ming, putting his weapon across the door, he
was able for one minute to hold the place
against the tide-just so long Is. the arms
which held the weapon had in them the pulse
of life Varicourt looked like a dying man;
his uniform was torn and cut his face deathly
pale, and on one side disfgured by the blood
which was streaming down from broad
| wound in his forehead.
cit is time, it is time ~ he cried, with a
| loud tremulous voice, and, as he saw for an
instant the face of Campan at the opposite
door, flash Of joy passed over his face.
'Save the queen They will murder her !"
ROYAL MAGNANIMTY.
The two folding doors were now thrown
open, and the loud voice of an officer an
nounced, "The honorable judges of Chateetl"
Slowly, with respectful mien and bowed
head, the gentlemen, arrayed in their long
| black robes, entered the room, and remained
humbly standing near the door.
Marie Antoinette had advanced few steps.
Not trace of grief or disquiet was longer to
! be seen in her face. Her figure was erect her
| glance was proud and full of fire, and the ex-
preston of her countenance noble and majestic.
| She was still the Queen, though not sur
| rounded by the solemn pomp which attended
the public audiences at Versailles. She did
not stand on the purple-carpeted step Of the
throne, no gold embroidered canopy arched
over her, no crowd of brilliant courters sur
dad how. O,,1xr har nfo
| her; her son clung to her side, and his
| teacher, the Able Davout, timidly withdrew
| into the background. These formed all her
suite. But Marie Antoinette did not need ex-
ternal pomp to be queen; she was so in her
bearing, in every look in every gesture.
With commanding dignity she allowed the
deputation to approach her, and to speak with
her. She listened with calm attention to the
words of the speaker, who, in the name of the
| court, gave utterance to the deep horror with
| which the reasonable actions of the day
before had filled him. He then humbly begged
the queen to give such names of the rioters
as might be known to her, that they might be
arrested, but Marie Antoinette interrupted
him in his address.
''No, sir,' she CRIED "no never will | be
an informer against the subjects of the king" :"
The speaker bowed respectfully. "Then
let me at least beg of you, in the name of the
High Court of the Chatelet, to give us your
order to bring the guilty parties to trial, for,
without such a charge, we cannot prosecute
the criminals who have been engaged in these
acts"
''Nor do l wish you to bring any one to
trial, " replied the queen, with dignity. 81
have seen all, know all, and forgotten all.
Go, gentlemen go. My heart knows no ven
geance; it has forgiven all those who have
wounded me. Col"
With commanding gesture of her hand,
and gentle nod of her head, she dismissed
the deputation, who silently withdrew.
marie" said the king, grasping the hand
of his wife with unwonted eagerness, and
pressing it tenderly to his lips, ''Marie thank
you in the name of all my subjects You have
acted this hour not only as a queen, but as
the mother of my people,"
"Ah, SIRE" replied the queen, with sad
smile, "only that the children will not believe
in the love of their mOther-only that your
subjects do not consider me their mother, bu
their enemy"
''They have been misguided" ;" said the king
: "Evil-minded men have deceived them, but
. hope we shall succeed in bringing the people
back from their error"
"Sire," sighed Marie Antoinette, 81 hop,
for nothing more; but, added she, with still
firmer voice. 81 also fear nothing more. Th
| worst may break over met shall find mi
: armed ~
| THE LAST RIDE-DEATH,
Her toilet was at last ended; she was don
I with all earthly things Ready to meet he
, death, she lay down on her bed and slept.
She was still sleeping when it was an
q nounced to her that priest was there, read
q to meet her, if she wanted to confess. Blu
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