The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1879-06-05

could the death-choled say or shrek.
The helpful washerwoman running in
there sees no friend of the people or
friend of the washerwoman left; but his
life with a groan gushes out, indignant
| to the shades below.
And so Marat's peoples friend is end
ed; the lone Styhtes has got whirled
down suddenly from his pillar-whither-
ward? He that made him knows.
As for Charlotte Corday, her work is
accomplished; the recomrense of it is
near and sure. The ''chere ami" and
neighbors of the house flying at her, she
overturns some movables, intrenches
herself till the gendarmes arrives; she
quietly surrenders; goes quietly to the
Abbaye prison; she alone quiet, all Paris
sounding in wonder, ii rage or admira-
ton around her. On Wednesday morn
ing the thronged Palais de Justice and
Revolutionary Tribunal can see her face,
beautiful and calm. She dates it, "fourth
day of the preparation of peace" A
strange murJuur ran through the hall at
sight of her; you could not say of what
character. Tinviile had his indictments
and tape papers; the cutler of the Palais
Royal, will testify that he sold her the
sheath knife. sAll these details are
needless, interrupted Charlotte; ''it is I
that killed Marat."
''By whose instigation ?''
by no ones"
"What tempted you then p
''His crimes. | killed one man to
save an hundred thousand; a villain to
save innocence; a savage wild beast, to
give repose to my country. 1 was re-
publican before the revolution never
wanted energy" There is therefore
nothing to be said. The public gazes,
astonished; the hasty limners sketch
her features; Charlotte is not disapprov-
ing. The men of law proceed with their
formalities. The doom Is, death as
murderess. To her advocate she gives
thanks in gentle praise; in high flown,
classical spirit. To the priest they send
her; she gives thanks, but needs not any
STRIVING, any ghostly or other aid from
him.
On the same evening, therefore, about
half-past o'clock, from the gate of the
Conciergie, to city al! on tiptoe, the
fatal cart issues; seated on it a fair young
creature, sheeted in the red smock of the
murderess; SO beautiful serene, SO full
of life journeying toward death-alone
amid the world. Many take off their
hats saluting reverently, for but what
heart but must be touched? q? Others
growl and howl Adam Lux, of Menty,
-deelarne that sha ia sroasar than Brutus:
that it were beautiful to die with her:
the head of this young man seemed
turned. At the place de Ia Revolution
the countenance of Charlotte wears the
same still smile. The ezecutioners pro-
ceed to bind her feet, she resists, think
ing it meant as an insult; on a word of
explanation she submits quietly. AS the
last act, all being ready, they take the
neckerchief from her neck. A blush of
maidenly shame overspreads that fair
face and neck, the cheeks were still
tinged with it when the executioner lifted
the severed head to show it to the peo-
pie.
This was the history of Charlotte Cor
day; most definite. most complete, All
geldemonee, like star! Adam Lux
goes home half delerious to pour forth
his apotheosis of her in paper and print,
to propose that she have statue with
this inscription: Greater than Brutus."
Friends represent his danger, but Lux
is restless and thinks it were beautiful
to die with her