The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-06-01
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cended the steps of the smaller throne.
1t was the coronation performed Dy the
autOmatOns.
terest "COnfess, FOuche," said he,
-sthat this is as admirable in its way as
the police system in Paris. There is one
mistake, however" he continued, the
great doors of NOtTe Dame were not open
on that occasion. The throne was built
against them, and the only entrance was
through the transverse halls"
'TTne, SIRE" said the fictitious artisan
casting side glance at FOuche, whose
name he had just heard pronounced.
"True; but Your Majesty will see that 1T
is q mistake unavoidable here. Like the
rest of the world, we have been Obliged
to sacrifice truth in order to secure et-
feet"
The Emperor smiled and remained. ST.
lent. Meanwhile FOuche was revolving
a dilemma in his mind with the Tapidity
of one accustomed to act in dangerous
crises. There are situations in which a
slight vantage in the hands of a danger
Gus man may set at naught the strength
of thousands, and in which the most eX-
traOrdinary means must be employed TO
secure what are apparently trltlng re-
suits. FOuche adopted the course winch
seemed at first most speedily practical
BILE, since the consideration of hrSt I'M
pOrtance was, in this instance, time.
''YOur Majesty" said he, advancing
and speaking rapidly, may L request
your immediate attendance in your cab
met for matter of utmost consequence
"a matter which Will not permit Oh
moments delayr"
The Emperor turned in surprise and
frOwned. Chavarri looked up sullenly
and silently, and made a suspicious
movement toward his clock. With the
Tapidity of thought FOuche changed his
plans.
"YOur Majesty" said he, loudly and
more rapidly than before, Lady lsldOre
ChaYaTri has just been arrested near the
Cemetery Of MOntmaTtTe, charged with
a capital crime. She has already been
tried by a special tribunal, and con-
demned to death. l come to implOTe
Your Majesty to grant her pardon"
AS he spoke, he fixed an intent,
searching gaze upon the Span1ard. This
time the bolt had struck. The old mans
tawny face was taking on slckly hue,
and his limbs trembled.
This is a most unusual proceeding"
said the Emperor, in amazement. who
is this lady, and what is the nature OF
her cTimey
Fouche bent double with surprise,
still keeping his eye Tiveted upon the
tawny, changing face, spoke almost I'M
plOTingly:
"YOG have trusted me before, sir. l
beseech you, trust me now. Ask me no
no questions, but write the pardon"
There was an instant of silence,
broken only by the ticking and low
music of the clock. The second hand
was measuring off the siXtieth minute
with rapid, steady sweep. Almost un-
consciously, FOuche drew pistol from
his pocket, cooked it unObseryed, and,
with a face as that of corpse, was rails
ing it to fire, with cry to the Emperor
on his lips, when Chayarri, whose mind
seemed torn by cOntending emotions,
bent suddenly over his mechanism
touched a spring concealed in the rear
gf the tower, and instantly the whole
complicated machinery of the clock
stopped with a sudden metallic clang.
The music ceased, the autOmatOns
paused, standing like statues, each in
his place, the mimic Emperor stretching
out his hand for the crown of the Caesars,
and the great bell in the tower poised
midway in its swing for the twelfth and
final stroke.
"Parbleuw muttered FOuche, pocket
ing the pistol and wipingthe perspiratiOn
from his brow. "AlIOw me, monsieur"
ne said, advancing to the table, "tO in
spect this wonderful specimen of art"
"It is so delicate, monsieur" said
Chavarri, hUrriedly, still keeping his
finger on the sGcretspring, and warning
FOuche off with his unengaged hand:
"Here is the pardon" said the EN-
perOr, affixing his signature to paper |
as he spoke. 81 hold you, FOuche, re-
spOnsible for results. Well, what
next?"
"Our worthy friends clock is broken, |
it appears" said FOuche.
Broken, sir" said the Spaniard, "and |
with it the plans Ofia lifetime. And" he |
added, casting down his eyes, and speak |
in uOion al /
when ones hopes are broken one cares |
but little where he goes, 1 wish pass
port to leave France"
FOuche took up the cue Immediately. |
"I have to request sir" said he, 'that
you also make out full and free pardon
for the accOmplice of the Lady lsadOre
ChayaTri-her father, Don MOnsen Cha
VaTTi, of Seville"
The Emperor smiled bitterly. His ac
tive mind had already cOmpassed the
situation, and without word, either of
eXpOstulatiOn or inquiry, he seized a
pen and wrote. Then, having finished |
and signed the double pardon, he ad- |
Yanced with it in his hand.
"OuT friend here" said he, doubtless
knows where these persons are to be
found, and to him l cOnfide these |
papers"
The old man, still jealOusly keeping |
the hand on the spring of the mechanism, |
read aloud:
"a full permission to Don MOnsen and
Donna IsadOre Chavarri to leave France
Immediately, without hindrance or
question:"
"Add," said he, "and alive"
you would have made good diplO-
mat" said Napoleon, as he made the re-
quired addition.
Chavarri hesitated for moment, re-
moved his hand lingeringly from the
spring, and, bowling his head, glided
toward the door. Jest upon the thres-
hold he turned in sudden dismay.
"Where shall find my daughter" he
asked.
"When she is found we will send mon
sieur word" sneered FOuche.
An expression of the most intense ma
lignity dashed across the old mans face,
and with an oath he sprang towards the
table in the room. But pistol con-
frOnted him.
'The pardons are forfeited" said
Fouche.
NO" said the Emperor, "let him
pass.''