The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1880-06-03

Anen sne handed her purse containing
gold.
The girl appeared a little puzzled, and
asked:
"Well, what are you going to do with
my dress?"
Il want to put it on aud go where I
first met you"
"Oh, / understand now. You want
to see the chopping 90 on, and you are
afraid you will be taken for an aristoerat
il you wear that dress. You want to
represent me-"
"Yes, l want to look as near like you
as possible"
"Well, that won't be very difficult.
Your hair and eyes, aud even your
mouth, is like mine. Your face is too
white, though. But you can alter that
with a little dirt"
They changed dresses, sud soon the
young, rich and noble Marie de Nantes
was clad in the rags Of Marie, the Pau
per of Paris.
The history Of Mary de Nantes was
sad one. Her father aud two brothers
had fallen victims TO the remorseless
fends Of the revolution, and third and
last brother had been seized. But Of his
fate she was ignorant, although she ex-
pected that il would be similar TO that
Of her other relatives. He had been
torn from her side but a few hours be-
fore.
After the exchange had been made,
the pauper looked on the stockingless
and shoeless feet and ankles Of the
lady aud said:
"That will never do. Your feet are
too white aud delicate. Let me arrange
matters"
Ina few moments Marie was prepared,
and in the filth and rags she emerged
into the street. She now took her
course back toward the guillOtine, and
at length reachelIhe square where the
bloody work was still going on. Grad
uslly she forced her way through the
crowd, and nearer and nearer and nearer
she came to the scadold. She even
forced laugh at several remarks she
heard about her, but those laughs
sounded strangely.
She now stood within a few feet Of
the platform. She swept it with her
eyes. Her brother was not there.
The cry was now raised:
"Here comes another batch.n
Her heart futtered violently, and she
felt a fsintness come over her as she
heard the tramp Of the doomed men ap-
preaching. The crowd opened as the
body Of men passed.
Marie gazed among them.
a low cry escaped her.
Her brother was there.
But he walked proudly and fear.essly
forward, and ascended the very steps
that led to the block.
Up to this time the strength Of poor
Marie had failed her, and she was un-
able to put her resolve into execution.
But now q sisters love swelled up in
her breast, and she recovered her
strength.
She sprang forward, bursting through
the line OF guards and ran up the steps.
Grasping her brother by the hand, she
cried:
"What does this mean? Il is only
the aristocracy that are to die"
Away, womanw exclaimed one Of
the executioners.
mo. I will not away until you tell
me why my brother is here, and thus
bound"
"Your brother?" was the echo.
ayes, this is my brother"
"Well, who are you?"
"I am Marie. Don't you know me ?"
"The Pauper?"
"AyU'
"But this is not your brother? ?"
at Is. Ask him-ask him %
Young Antonio de Nantes had turned
a scornful gaze upon the maiden, but
s light passed at once across his face,
and he murmured:
"Oh, my sisterp'
"Is this your brother?" asked Robes
pierre Of the supposed pauper, advanc-
ing near her.
"It is"
''But his name is down differently"
"Does Marie speak the truth ?" asked
Robespierre.
"She does" was the brothers reply.
"And you are not De Nantes ."
81 tell yon am her brother"
"Why did you not tell Us this before?"
81 attempted to speak, but was ST.
lenced."
"But you might have declared your
self"
'You would not haze believed me-"
"But your dress?"
at belongs to an aristOerat; perhaps
to him for whom I was mistaken"
Robespierre advanced close to young
Nantes and gazed earnestly into his
face. Then be approached Marie, aud
looked steadily into her eyes for a short
time. 1t was a moment Of trial for the
poor girl. She trembled in spite Of her
efforts to be calm. She almost felt that
she was lost, when be, whose word was
law, turned and said:
'Release the man."
The chains were instantly removed,
and young De Nantes walked down
from the scafOld, followed by his sister,
while the shouts Of those around rent