New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-02-26
HoW CHARLOTTE CoRDAY KILLED MABAE

Darid Graham Adee IN The C"ited Serricc.
On Saturday NOR lug AT O'CLOCK Charlotte hur
rird ont of the Ruc dies NieuX Augustus, and,
walking rapidly to the Palais Royal entered
cutters shop, and bought large sneath-knlie VITA
donDe edge ana ah enoy nr rs, pS 6e then
went straight to the Place DIES VICTORIES where she
hired "A hack, telling the driver, " o the ltue deS
Cordelicrs NumerO "A d" now the EGc dc IEcOe de
Medicine Numero 20. 1t was the dOmlcil OF Doctor
Marat The auarch was living i'll quite humble
dwelling, in company with his bonsekceper, Cath-
ERNIE EvraGd whom he had declared his wife, tier
the fashion of Rousseau, by procaming her such IN
the face of the SUM-" She was now known as
Aberne Marat. The GllLen was SICK anu cEn ia
CURLY TO say. The visitor seemed disappointed,
hut quietly went away, leaving no name or mes
sage Returning to the Hotel de Ia Providence,
she deliberately penned Marat the following short
note: -,
country makes me presume that you will hear with
interest the unhappy events OF that part OF the
Republic / shall present III self at your house
about / clock Have the goodness 10 receive me.
and grant ne "a moments interview. ! will put you
in a way to render great service to France
There was no tremor III the lines. nor hesitation OF
language and the great ser' Ice she meant TO
make Marat render France is now obvious enough.
10 this note she received no answer She accord
lprly wrote another message still more pressing,
and set out with 1t herself, by coach, at IN tile
evening She was carefully clad in a white dress,
covered on the shoulders ny silk gGhH; Her mar
was confined IN Norman coige' OF when the 1dll-
ing lace touched her pallid cheek. DlOad green
nbbon fastened the coiDe on her temples, whllc
Tow, cnrIs mil ana dark with auburn ends. lay Oh
her nearly neck. handsOmcr daughter of Nor
mandy had rever set foot III falis
1t was the 18th OF July, 1873 yellow ana sultrE,
the anniversary eve OF the fall OF the BaStlle lie
people were crOWding the narrow streets without
sidewalks of the ancient city, recalling the moneA-
tons event. refreshing their spirits at the FONTS OF
patriotism, and wondering, IN their w9nted way,
who would be tumbrclcd to deaih on the morrow,
which promised to be so bright ana warm anu clear,
little voting of the impending tragedy to-day.
As Charlotte rode along she saw the cdbdrets and
.,.p,og fhrpn
classes who were loudly protesting allegiance to
the triumvirate, and approval OF the popular idea
of iJere eJdiic and JrGtermte," nc sale aud
decent distance from the unwasled patriots OF the
pare. She alighted i'll the Rue des Cordellers, IN
front of Numero II, unfaterlngy assembled the
step, and when the door was opened by house
kceper AIbcrtlnc. ever watchful against rivals,
politely but firmly requested to sec tu0yeR Marat:
Narat was in his bath IN his sitting room, covered
to the chin with sheet, his ashen lurrOwed face,
crafty and CadaverOus exposed. ana wearing an
aspect OF asperity. Theirs describes him as having
receding forehead, high cheek bones, huge grin
nIng mouth hairy chest. skinny arms and livld
skin" Not Il pretty picture. There was a plank
across the bath on which were lying papers and
lett and he had pen IN his fingers. lie heard
the voices in the hail. those Of his jealous mistress
and the persistent stranger, and crOaked out an
order to admit the visitor. being attracted by the
soft sweet music OF her accents Charlotte at once
pushed past the woman and stepped nImby into
the room muTmurng, Citizen, / am from Caen,
the seat of revolt, aud want to speak with YOU"
Whned the " friend of tie people, Now, what
are the traitors about at Caen 7 Answered Char
Iotte Nothing of consequence" There
scuvener IN the room Laurent Iasse, who looked
mn from his desk and listened, his attention at
tracted by the peculiar tone OF abstraction OF the
LADY, What deputies are 1T Caen (" asked Marat.
Charlotte named few of her intimate friends
among the refugees she had so lately left. Screamed
Marat in shrill yet husky tone the voice OF i'll
ness ami passion unsurpassed. Their heads shall
be of within n fortnight This angry threat was
fatal to him. Suddenly snatching the knife from
her bosom, Charlotte plunged the blade deep into
Marat heart even TO the ht, the sheath remain
ing i'm her dress Cried Marat hoarsely, Am0 chere
amer calling Catherine and sank back IN tho bath
limp and lfeless dying, literally IN bath OF blood.
10 an instant Laurent Bassc had started up, and
Selling chair fclled Charlotte to the floor. The
chere annie flew furiously at her, and stamped upon
her body Then the neIghbors and the passersby
in and an attempt was made to secure the assail-
ant but she resisted, overturning table and chairs,
and intrenchng herself behind this barrier until the
police presently came in, when sue ran behind the
folds of n window curtain, but pcaceably submitted
to arrest. Before she could he carried from the
scene a Enthusiastically revolutionary occurrence
had taken place, however. One Langlois, stay
maker of the Rue Dauphine, picked up the knife,
and waving it above his head, made speech. call
ing for the murder OF the murderess by the mob on
the very spot of the commission OF her crime.
"Poor peopleP exclaimed Charlotte at this
You wish my death, when you owe me an altar for
delivering you from q wholesale assassin"