The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-01-29

that he wrote the Objectionable verses, and
asked the clemency of the court.
The Judges conferred but few mo
ments the sentence was that he should
first be exposed IN the pillory, and then i'm
prisQped fer life.
The severity of the sentence for mo-
ment completely unnamed Kim, and, be-
fore be could regain his self possession, a
lad, slisht-in figure, and elegantly attired
10 ligh. elk, stepped from behind the
screen, AMI f3ed her eyes triumphantly
upon aim.
"ExPect no mercy from the king, said
:. she. "rhe CURT has sentenced you, and
his majesty has left thu manner in which
your punishment shall be inflicted entirely
to me. Do you understand me, Sir Sat
irist ?-entirely to me-
I GOOD heavens, you are" stammered
Desforges.
'The MarquIse de Pompadour," inter
rupted the lady ; 'the same Pomr adour
whom you haye exercised your Wit ia SLAM
dering, and who will now exercise hers in
devising some mode of punishment worthy
of So gifted criminal
/, @Desforges stood like a statue, his eyes
fixed on space, and seeming unconscious Of
what was going on around him.
! In obedience to a gesture of the mar
quise, the screen was removed, discover
ing cage made of strong rods Of iron.
Il propose to preserve this rare speci-
men of a poet continued the marquise,
''here in this cage his wonderful imagin-
alton viii enable him, l doubt not, to en-
large this narrow prison to the dimensions
6 Rastie. 1t is small, you see. very
small it's Dimensions are such that
man in it can neither stand up, sit, nor lie
down; but poet is not human being of
the every day sort, ard therefore l would
not see him imprisoned after the manner of
your vulgar, everyday felons."
Another gesture of the Marquise's fair
hand intimated that her victim should be
placed in the cage. She was instantly
obeyed, the door being securely locked, she
herself taking the key.
There, my youthful Juvenal,' she
continued, looking at him through her
!, I0rgloR, ''now you shall be shown to the
canatYe Of Paris, that they may amuse
themselves with you as they do with the
monkeys In the menagerie at Nersail-
les"
With this the beautiful executioner left
her victim to the frightful doom she had SO
ingeniousy prepared tor him. Desforges
was at the mercy of a heartless woman
7 whom no prayers of his could move.
1t was not accidental that the Marquis
de Beauyoir and Mile. de Marneville were
: married in the church of Notre-D Dame on
: the same day the unfortunate satirlst was
conveyed TO the pillorY in his cage, to be
pelted with rotten apples and despatched
, with mud by the dredss of the people
Beauvoir had arranged it SO.
pdSSCu. bGSlOiSts
since been forgotten, even by the two mar
quiSes, who were virtually worse than hi
murderars,--for was not his fate worse
+ than death when one day a rusty key
was found in the drawer of the Marquise'
= dressing bureau, which no one recollectel
to have ever seen before. 1t was tried il
all the locks It was at all likely to fit, an,
found to belong to none Of them.
/ con, have Ii y cried the Maranise
suddenly. an wager it's the key to til,
! cage had that poor devil of satirst pu
into some few years ago. What was hi
"Desforges, replied one of her women
: True, Desforgcs, repetcd the Mar
e luise. al wonder if he is still alive
: Well, am III gracious mood to-day; j
he still lives he is pardoned. Let somt
n one go Immediately to the Bastile and civ,
:, him his liberty on one condition, how
It erer-that be leave France within tsr
/ days.
y A Swi,zer fastened to the Bastils to ex
r ecute the orders of his mistress.
+ When Desforges was told that he could
leave his narrow prison, he stared vacant,
!, for some moments at his hberator, and
: then began to weep and laugh alternately
like child.
II cannot monseigneur,' he st,mm cred
;. ''my limbs have become so stiff that can
: not
1t was with not little difficulty they
were able to get him out of hi. cage, and
and some days elapsed before he could
; make sufficient use of his legs to leave
the Bastile even with the aid of crutches
1t was midday. Paris shone bright,
in the spring time sun, when bent rag
clad figure totered across the Place Louis
Nv, looking to the right and left at the
houses, showwinows anu passers by, with
all the curiosity of a peasant.
Suddenly runner crossed the square,
crying
Groom room! for the Marquis de
Beauvolr."
"Beauvoir :" murmured the man in rags.
"Beauvoir-where have heard that name ?
Who is this Beauvoir ?" he asked Of a
passing burgher.
''Our Minister to SPAIN" was the re-
ply.
$50, so y mutterei the man in rags
And now there passed carriage in
which sat, distinguished looking man, 4
beautiful woman, with all the coquetitish
airs and in the elegant costume of the
rocco period, chatting gayly with an off
Ger who rode beside the carriage.
"Adrienne ~ cred the man in rags,
when he saw the lady, and made sudie
movement toward the strange figure, the
aged beggar, as she supposed. and resumed
her conversation with the officer, as she
rolled rapidly across the square.
"Adrienne - repeated the unfortunate
poet, "Adrisnne - but she was already
out of sight. lie staggered into 4 narrow
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