The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1878-04-30
Ten Loves at One Time.
BY l.. merry.

BY l.. merry.
A mysterious parsonage, whose true
name was never known, but who went by
the name of Brutus, governed Marseilles
in the year of terror 1893. He lived in
dingy lodging, up three pairs of stairs,
in one of those small streets that ran from
the Grand Rue to the Rue Coutellerie.
Brutus was spare, withered and cadaver-
Gus. His leathern face and little devil.
ish eyes made him look like an animated
corpse, rather than a living, speaking
human being. Terror and mystery
seemed to wait upon his steps. He was
the president of the revolutionary trib.
unal. He was the vile purveyor Of the
republican shambles.
He used to pronounce sentence of death
without showing the smallest emotion
either of pain or pleasure, and after his
judicial business was dispatched he went
back to his dim lodgings, where no one
went to see him, and whence next day
he reappeared.
Even his colleagues in iniquity never
were admitted to his privacy, and when
he met them in the streets or in the cor
ridors of the courthouse he never I'D
dressed them.
All that was known Of Brutus was that
he came from Paris, that he had pre-
sented himself one day in the court.
house, with hat upon his head adorned
with red, blue and white feathers and
said, showing paper signed by the
members of the committee Of public
safety, that he had come to preside over
the revolutionary tribunal. As no one
made any opposition, he set to work i'm
.mediately, and as soon as possible en-
piled out on the red platform of the
guillotine the overaowing population Of
the prisons. ) ,.. 49, 7
Brutus always amused himself while
the public prosecutor was reading out
his daily weary list of the condemned
(blood dropping from his lips, as it we're,
With every word) BY looking over the
lists of prescription that were sent in to
him. Notes were appended occasionally
to the names. One morning his eyes
lighted on these words:
: :" Paul Vanguard, a merchant and aris-
-tocrat; makes believe to be patriot.
The republic should get rid of him as
soon as possible. A few days delay,
and it may be too late, Paul Jauquard
being now engaged in a course of DELHI
crate suicide"
1t Brutus thought this memorandum
quite amusing. His curiosity was ex.
cited. He ordered a spy to furnish re-
port upon Paul.
The spy came four days later to see
Brutus at his lodgings and gave in his
report as follows:
"Citizen Brutus, have followed Paul
Vanguard. He moves feebly, but he
spends his time in walking about the
streets. His complexion is unhealthy
and bis health is much impaired. At
Am. he goes out and walks until A. NJ.
before house in the Rue de la Fare.
He whistles softly, and young lady
comes to the window. He looks at her
as if he were in love. The young lady
is wonderfully handsome. After an
hour of silent alteration, Paul makes his
bow and goes off to the Rue Lafont. As
soon as he reaches that street he whistles
again, another window opens, another
young lady appears. Paul leans against
the wall of the house opposite and looks
up at this new young lady, who is quite
as pretty as the one in the Rue de la
Fare. This goes on for just one hour.
After leaving the Rue Lafont, Paul goes
towards the suburbs, till he reaches a
house where, on his whistling as sig
nal, another window opens and another
pretty woman appears. That is three"
"Pause when you get up to ten."
"Just so, Citizen Brutus. Paul does
the same thing ten times; but at some
places he only stops for half an hour. If
you do not look sharp he will die of ia
tigue'
81 will see Paul Vanguard myself"
said Brutus; and so dismissed his ennis
sary.
Brutus' curiosity was aroused.
Next morning he went early to the
Rue Bernard du Bots, found the front
door open, assembled the staircase and
raped at room on the second story. A
young man, partly dressed, opened the
door.
"Citizen," said Brutus, am l address
ing Paul Janquard?"
." Yes, citizen"
"Can you spare me few moments?"
"Sit down. l hear you"
The preliminaries of conversation were
somewhat brusque in 1893.
Brutus sat down. Citizen" said he,
"your name is on the list of the sus-
pected."
II thought So"
"You will be condemned to death be-
fore many days"
$50 l suppose. But still / may es-
cape. I have only eight days longer to
live"
eight days, do you say?"
L am Brutus."
"What! the Roman"
)" No; president of the revolutionary
tribunal
why do you come to see me?"
al will inform you presently. But
first tell me. Is it true that you make it
a habit to gaze at ten female citizens per
diem?"
F'"That is so. Your spies have told the
truth. I have good many love affairs
IN hand Lovers are becoming scarcer