Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-11-16

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ndence. wanted some one to conduct me to
the Minister, was recommended to apply to you.
Receive my thanks; adieu, Monsieur; forget that
you have known me; 1t is possible that We may
not meet again, adieu. Your daughter is no
doubt. waiting your return; she is very happy
your daughter" She then pressed the hand of
Duperret and withdrew, to her inner chamber
Alone! yes. she would present herself alone
that thought sOlaced her. Herbeautiful FEATURES
assumed nobler expression; her looks beamed
aswith inspiration; her whole appearance seemed
TO proclaim a mission more than earthly. Nature
however, had not lost all her rights; deadly chill
pervaded her heart, but it was only for mo-
ment. Life Is so sweet in the days of youth that
IL is not easy to make voluntary sacrifice Of 1t
without shudder.
How Charlotte passed that terrible night
how she struggled with the feelings of her
woman's heart. it Is impossible to say. In her
chamber were found many papers nearly reduced
TO ashes. and on fragment which the fire had
spared, were traced a few tender lines of which
she was the theme.
Charlotte Corday had sent the following letter
to Marat: IL have Just arrived from Caen. Your
love for your country must make you ready to
receive an account of the plots meditating there
expect your answer" This letter remaining
unanswered she wrote another, which she de-
termined to deliver herself. She concealed it in
her bosom, and by the side of it kitchen or
case knife.
1t was on the Sunday morning, July 10, 1893,
Jean Paul Marat, the notorious leader of the
French revolution. and the most Unsuitable adj
vocate OF human slaughter of all the blood
thirsty demons during that storm of anarchy.
He endeavored to get up general massacre.
and publicly demanded 10000 executions
Alter announcing her desire to see Marat she
was Informed that she could not see him. but
was told to call again In the evening. She sub
mitted to this delay without the slightest re-
mOnstrance.
Whafn nolir
inmost soul during this dreadful interval her
exterior was tranquil and untroubled; not
look, not STEP not a word betrayed impa-
thence or irresOlution. She had made up her
mind to free her country OF this demon and die!
In the evening. when she returned to Marat's
her cOuntenance was serene, and nothing in her
manner Indicated that she was about to per-
form the part of a female Brutus, or rather of
Curtins.
Her steps. as they conducted her to Marat.
were firm and assured, and as she passed to the
monsters den. she glanced her eyes around TO
see If there were any obstacles in the way of her
determined purpose Nothing escaped the
searching looks OF that young and sef-devOted
maiden. There was nobody with Marat but an
aged female attendant; he ordered her to leave
him with the stranger. She obeyed and Char
lOtte drew near to this terrific man.
He was in his bath; his hideOus vsage turned
towards the side opposite the door, his right
arm out of the water resting on block Of wood
on which were sheet of paper, an inkstand.
and pen. Narat was writing. and without
lifting his eyes he desired Charlotte to wait a
moment. She stood by the bath, following
with her glance the words lie traced upon the
paper, as he murmured them in undertOne to
himself. He ceased his writing, and turned his
head towards his fair visitor. A frightful smile
accompanied the look. She bore his look with
out shrinking, and Marat all hideous as he was
inspired her with no terror; she even answered
his smile by returning another. and her lips be-
slowed on him f1attelfng words "CitiZen," said
the maiden, Il had a. great desire to see you'll
was surprised that man so renowned for hts
patriotism should have made me wait so long
for an audience which demanded in the name
of the republics safety"
''CitZeness." he replied, "NIarat is exceed
lngly sorry; if could have figured you as you
are, it would have been myself who would have
solicited an audience of you, but l am so tor
mented by similar applications to which | am
Obliged to submit because have popularity to
lose Tell me what you desire Speak, you are
one of those to whom Marat could never refuse
anything"
Citizen, you have received my letter.
"Ah. 1T is true-I recOllect now the object of
your visit. What have you to tell me of the
at Caen? What wrong to avepge?
What lover has proved faithless? You wish him
to expate his ofense on the scaffOld? Truly he
well deserves it. Make yourself easy. Mardt
IS the eye Of The people, and that eye can dis
cover his enemies i'll their most hidden retreats.
Beautiful citizeness. it thus take your quar-
rels to heart, what will you give me tor re-
compense? With female, Narat is not dsin-
terested, and perhaps. you yourself would not
pardon me if were"
And what rec0mpense wishes MaTat?"
Not much, belle citoyennei no, not much; for
instance, kiss from your charming mouth.
Oh. don't be alarmed, Marat owes few thanks to
nature for his face. and might say to you, as
POlyphontes to MerOpe-a good rep,t5licaine
will think little of such a trfe"
She advanced. as if to obey him. at the same
time placed her hand i'm her bosom-and at the
moment Marat opened his arms to enfold her he
felt the mortal chill of the steel which pierced his
heart.
The only words he uttered were-"A moi. ma
chere annie je meurs (help dear, I am killedD
Then his arms FELL his head sank on his
shoulder, his eyes, at first started from their
orbits closed forever, and the water was dyed
with his blood
Charlotte quilted the apartment, and the SER
wants OF Marat had her Immediately arrested.
With a smile she said. ut is useless: | was
going to deliver myself up At the conyen-
ton, in the Clubs, and even on the scaffold, she
was covered with maledictiOns by the inturiated
Jacoblns; but her courage never forsook her.
she died arltt q rose bet,reea her lips.
Thus terminated the earthly existence of
Marie Anne Charlotte Corday on the 18th day
OF July, 1888 in the 18th year of her age She
came from noble family, although republi-
can, and possessed rare charms of person. united
with great courage. During her brief imprison-
ment-from the 18th of July to 18th. five days,
she addressed the following noble letter to her
father:
Pardon me. my dear father for having dis
posed OF my life without your permission /
have avenged many victims-prevented Others
The people will one day acknowledge the service
have rendered my country. For your sake
wished to remain incognito; but it was impossi-
bic l only trust you will not be injured by
what l have done. Farewell, my beloved
father Forget me, or rather rejoice at my fate,
for it sprung from noble cause. Embrace my
sister for me, whom I love with all my heart
Never forget the words Of COrneilc-ue crime
makes the shame, and not the scatoll!'
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