Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1870-10-14


to her seat at the counter.
All at once steps were heard in the dis
tance.
"Oh Heavens! if it is hew she exclaim-
ed, laying her hand on her heart as if to
moderate its beating, and not daring to
rise for fear of being again disappointed.
A few moments after man Of certain
age, dressed as plain as the young woman
herself, walked into the shop.
'Ah at last p cried she, and, as she
rose to rush toward the stranger. her door
again gave admittance to stout woman
whose harsh and vulgar features made q
striking contrast with the young and pref
ty mistress of the Two Pigeons.
Good morning, La Giraud; how are
you this morning % she said in hoarse
voice.
On seeing and hearing her, the person
addressed as La Giraud seemed as it were
thunder-struck, for she fell back pale and
horri6ed on the chair from which she had
risen with such alacrity few moments
before.
I'LL. thank you, madame, very i'll, >"
she murmured, closing her eyes as if to
avoid the object before her..
"What, are you ill ?" cried the stout
dame. laying hold Of one Of the cold hands
of the woman ; "come, my darling, it will
be nothing; I will get the neighbor there
to fetch glass of wine for you, and that
will make you better"
''If you"
But on a sign from the stranger the pa
tient, who had murmured rather than pro-
nounced these words, said no more.
''Ill 60, citoyen, I'll CO." cried he,
eagerly, as he fastened away toward the
wine shop.
He came back a few moments after,
and, as he gave the glass filed with the
rosy fluid which he brought in triumph,
he dexterously slipped note into the hand
which the sick woman held out with an
guish.
On feeling the paper the color returned
to her pale cheeks. And rising, she ex-
claimed with joyful voice:
Your remedy is excellent, La Corne-
lie; feel better at only seeing it. If
you drank it to my health now should
be all right, I assure you.
La Cornelie gave the young woman a
mistrustful look, and turnedround to con-
iisgs ssS sisssss.ss5 ss5 sssssjPy of the
Hum! hum! This is ndt very clear, T"
she grumbled, with toss of the head !;
"all this is not very clear ,JI'll 60 and tell
lSpartacus and he must see about il"
Then taking the glass thk young woman
offered her, she emptied it at draught,
and after few words of apology left the
shop.
Scarcely was she gone when the young
woman sprang to the door, carefully fast
ened it, and, retiring into a dark room
which was used as her bedroom, she light
ed candle, took out the scrap of paper
which she had slipped into her bosom,
and, eagerly opening it, read as follows !:
'Your boy is saved!'
Then the note fell from her hand, and +.
Isinking on her knees, Il thank thee, 0
God! I thank thee!' cried she, raising
to heaven her eyes full Of happy tears.
But" murmured she, after few in
stants of meditation, Il think Durand's
note contained something else; what more
can he have to say that interests nae S"-
While saying this she picked up the paper
and mechanically opened it; but all at
once she turned pale, uttered piercing
shriek, and in anguish let her head fall
upon her hands convulsively clasped.
Here is what she read:
"But you, my lady, you are lost. Your
Igenerous ruse is discovered, and your
name is the first on the list Of persons to
be arrested this day."
The marchioness remained for moment
absorbed in meditation or prayer, then ris-
ling, with courageous resolution marked in
levery feature, she threw over her clothes
the cloak then worn, left the shop, double
locked the door, put the key in her pock-
ct, and ran toward the Rue St. Honore,
undeterred either by rain, dirt, or the as
tonished looks of the passers-by, some Of
whom tried to bar her passage.
Thus she ran on, soaked with rain and
bathed in perspiration, till she came to a
very unpretending little house, which was
no doubt the place she desired to reach,
for she stopped quite out Of breath, and
knocked hard and fast.
i A young girl came to answer the knock.
IN. de Robespierre?' asked she boldly.
The young girl looked at her with sur
prise.
Citizen Robespicrre is not at home, %
answered she.
! 20 God, O God! hast thou forsaken
me, then p cried the marchioness, strik-
ing her head against the door in despair.
The young girl seemed touched.
"Come in, citizen, come in and rest
yourself all the same" said she kindly;
"and if / can serve you, I shall be happy
to Go so. lam Theresa, and citizen Robe
spierre is very kind to me-"
On hearing these consoling words, the
marchioness, who had gone into the house,
fell at the feet of the generous girl.
sAh let me see him let me see him y
cried she, ''and God will bless you'll"
''But he is absent" said she, with e.
, motion.