The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-10-13

over her, but she recovered herself
After contemplating for tim
the apartment and what it con
taincd, she asked:
Are You we'll known in Paris
! Yes. Everybody knows Mari
/ the Paupcr.'
Are you known to Robespierre
If 50, l want to make a bargai!
! with YOU
Il am. What do you want?'
You see my clothing is better
than your own, and I wish to cx
change with you. | want you tc
consent 10 remain here, and not tc
show yourself at all for a short
time, or until l come to you again
AS recompense for aiding me l will
give you a thousand francs, and
when I come back I will give ycu
thousand more. AS security for
my return take this ring
The lady drew a diamond ring
from her finger and gave it to the
pauper. Then she handed her
her purse containing gold.
The girl appeared little puz'
zled, and asked :
We'll, what are you going to do
with my dress?'
4 want to put it on and go
where I first met you
On, | understand now. You
want to see the chopping go on,
and you are afraid you will be
taken for an aristocrat # you wear
that dress. You want to repre-
sent me-
Yes, | want to look as near
like you as possible
well, that won't be very diff
cult. Your hair and eyes, and
even your mouth, is like mine.
Your face is too white, though.
But you can alter that with lit
tie dirt
They changed dresses, and soon
the young, rich and noble Marie
de Nantes was clad in the rags Of
Marie, the Pauper of Paris.
The history OF Marie de Nantes
was & sad one. Her father and
two brothers had fallen victims to
the remorseless fends of the Rev
olu:icn, and a third aud last bro
Their mad been seized. But Of his
fats she was ignorant, although
she expected that it would be
similar to that of her other rela-
tives. He had been torn from her
side but a few hours before.
After the exchange had been
made the pauper looked on the
stockIingless and shoeless feet and
ankles Of the lady, and said:
THAT will never do. Your feet
are too white and delicate. Let
me arrange matters
In a 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
reached the square where the
bloody work was still going on.
Gradually she forced her way
through the crowd, and nearer
and nearer she came to the scat
fold.
She even forced laugh at sew
eral remarks she heard around
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.
Tie cry was now raised Here
comes another batch
Her heart huttered violently,
and she felt a faintness come over
her as she heard the tramp of the
doomed men approaching.
The crowd opened as the body
Of men passed.
Marie gazed among them.
A low cry escaped her.
Her brother was there.
But he alked proudly and fear
lessly forward, and assembled the
very steps which led to the block,
Up to this time the strength OF
poor Marie had failed her and she
was unable to put her resolve into
execution.
But now sisters love sweiled
up in her breast, and she recov'
cred her strength.
She sprang forward, bursting
through the line Of guards and ran
mp the steps.