The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-05-11
THE REIGN OF TERROR.
Paris Figaro. ]

lent and savage character mad won MIN
the surname of Brutus.
The events of the time had turned his
head: he fancied himself called to render
great services to his fatherland.
His neighbOr, Jean Jeannin, on the
other hand, seemed to have but one puT-
nose in life-tO mind his own business
and 90 about quietly; and this very fact
DrOyed his ruin; for in those days any
one who did not show himself to be a
revolutionary, and a noisy enemy of
rovalism, soon became an object OF sus-
piciOn. -,
Brutus said to him one day in the street.
Jeannin Immediately became con-
fused.
"How?" he stammered in reply.
mo, you are not one of u.s."
"What am not one OFF"
"Of u.s. of the people"
who can charge me with that2'
II say it,"
''You are wrong; am one of the peO-
"No, YOU are not! Your talk is enough
of itself to betray you; show your hands
and We'll soon see if they are acquainted
with work"
On being thus defied, Jeannin instead
of laaping at the throat of Brutus as any
real sans-culOtte wOnld have done, held
out his two hands, which he had taken
care to blacken beforehand.
"Car' said the plebeian, who knew the
disguise, "thOse are dirty hands; wash
them; ana there Will De no marx Oh
them"
"Youp' he grOwled to himself as he
turned away-"yOu are one of the old
class, perhaps cOnspirator-you shall be
watched
The wife of Jean Brutus and the wife
of Jeannin were both about to become
mothers. As neighbOrs they often rem
dered each other little services, and ad-
dressed each other as cheyenne.
Jeanne, the wife of Brutus, was tall
and beautiful brunette about twenty
wears of age, who shared neither the pa
triOtic enthusiasm of her husband, nor
his sanguinary instincts.
The other, La Jeannin, was not beau
tiful. but her sickly pallOr inspired sym
pathy; and when one took good look
at her, one could guess her true age,
twenty-three; her youth still showed it.
self in those features, though Wlthered
by suffering and prematurely aged.
"If have boy and you have a girl"
the good Jeanne used sometimes to say
to her neighbOr-"we shall have to marry
them some day."
Then a strange smile, which Jeanne
took for token of acquiescence, would
play about the lips of the other.
On the evening of August 10th, after
the invasion of the Tuilleries, Brutus
came home in triumph, and said to his
wife:
"WelI, was notlmistaken; that jean
min is no less than the ci-devant Marquis
de Lancay."
Jeanne Immediately thought of her
neighbOr.
"YOu will not denounce him, hope?"
"It is done! he is arrested"
you are not FTenchmen! you are
butchers, fratricidesp
"And the Emigres there on the from
tier, what are they"
Bat the Citizen Jeannin was not with
them"
"No; because he could not be an emil
gre beyond the Rhine and conspiratOr
at Paris at the same time"
"Jeannin! a cOnspiratOrP"
who will never cOnspire again."
During that conversation the Marquis
de Lancay was taken to the Abbaye.
From that moment in spite of all
Jeanne's efforts to manifest her kindly
feeling to her neighbor, the latter avoid
ed her.
Nevertheless I would that it were in
my power to do you as much good as it
has been in that of others to do you
haTm," Jeanne would say whenever
the poor aristocrat turned her back on
her.
A few weeks later Jeanne and the
MarchiOness each brought son into the
world.
"NOw is the time" declared Brutus.
'tO make the cidevant her churching-
present"
Suspecting some abominable design,
Jeanne questioned him, tried to soften
him, and implOred his pity in the name
of their child.
Annoyed by her opportunities, but
implacable, the william only answered
her prayers by horrible sneer.
The month of September came.
DantOn had said to the sans-cullOttes:
"The fatherland is in danger; the pris-
oners are its enemies. Only take cOun-
sci OF your patriotism"
1t was a sentence of death. The mas
sacre was resolved upon.
Jean Brutus rushed to the Abbaye,
where Maillard and his attendants had
just arrived. He had no difficulty in OBJ
tanning admission.
Everybody knows how the executions
were accomplished.
The prisoners were called up one after
the other, subjected to form of inter
rogatory, then hurried through door
behind which mob of drunken scOun-
drels were waiting to cut them down.
When the turn of the MARQUIS de
Laneay came, Jean Brutus stepped for
ward.
"This one belongs to me; 1 denounce
him; he is mine, demand himP'
No one disputed the victim.
In the evening of that day sinister
sound was heard in the Rue du Cloitre;
It approached; it swelled into a roar; it
filled the street.
Jeanne and the Narehioneaa both
rushed to the window.
The sound Of a name repeated by
thousands Of voices, roared out above
the roaring of the crowd, made those
two women start and pale; they looked
at each other.
At the same moment man emerged
from the crOwd-cynieal, mocking as he
advanced directly toward the window.
and held up to the Marehioness at the