The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1882-03-15

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QUE enough. To this note che rooeiveil
~ answer. She accogdinGly wrote aaa-
otnef message still m0re Dseesine. M
PEG out With Il henelf, ~ eooch. e ~
On IN the evening. She was
CAREFULLY CLAD.
10 . white dress, covered on the shoul-
9efs ~ silk eehu. Her haif was con-
nned 10 Norman coitc, Of which the
,alllng lace touche her pallld cheek. A
pIoad green ribbon fastened the coi6e on
per temples, while few curls, full and
pearly neck. A handsomer DAUGHTER If
Normandy lad never Get foot I'M Paris.
1t was the 18th Of July, 1913. yellow
and sultrv, the anniversary eve Of the
fall ut the Bastile. The people were
cr0wtiing the narrow streets without
SIDEWALKS Of the ancient city, recalling
the momentOus event, refreshing their
spirits at the f0unts Of patriotism, and
wondering In their wonted way, who
would be tumbreled to death on the
morrow, which promised to he 90 bright
and warm and clear, little voting Of
the impending tragedy to-day. As
Charlotte rode along she saw the cQb0-
rets and crenscrics thr0nged with noisy
groups of the middle classes, who were
loudly protesting allegiance to the tri-
umv1rate. and approval Of the popular
idea Of !" Abcrte, eyalitc and jresternitc,"
ut safe and decent distance from the
unwashed patriots Of the pare. She
alighted at the Rue des Cortleliers, in
front of Numer0 n, unfalteringly as
cended the step. and when the door was
opened by housekeeper Albertine, ever
watchful against rivals. politely but
grmIy requested to see CItoyen Marat.
in his sitting-ro0m, covered to the chin
with q sheet, his ashen, furrowed face,
crafty and cadaver0us, exposed, and
wearing an expression Of asperity.
Theirs describes him as having = reced-
ing forehead, hig;. cheek bones. huge
grinning mouth, hairy chest, skinny
arms and livid skin. Not pretty pict-
ure. There VAS plank across the bath
on which were lying papers and letters,
and he had q pen in his fingers. He
heard the voices In the hall, those Of his
jealous mistress and those Of the persist
ent stranger, and cr0aked out an order
the soft, sweet music of her accents.
Charlotte ut once pushed past the wom-
an and STEPPED nimbly into the rom,
'Citizen, I am from Caen,
the scat of revolt and want to speak to
YOU" Whined the friend of the peo-
pie: "Now, what are the traitors al)Ont
ut Caen:' Answered Charlotte
Nothing Of consequence" There was
4 scrivener In the room, Laurent Basse,
who looked up from his de>k and list
ened,. his attention attracted by the pecu-
liar tone of abstraction Of the lady.
"What deputies are at Caen ~ asked
Marat. Charlotte named few of her
intimate friends among the refugees she
had 80 lately left. Screamed Marat, in
shrill yet husky tone, the voice Of Ill
ness and passion unsurpassed; Thelr
heads shall he Off in y fortnight !" This |
angry threat was fatal to him. Suddenly
sNATcHING THE KNIFE FROM HER
BOSOM,
Charlotte plunged the blade deep into
Marat's heart. even to the hilt, the |
sheath remaining in her dress. Cried !!
Marat, hnarsely, ~ NsOi ctcre annie :"
calling Catharine, and sank hack in the !
hath limp and lifeless, dying, literally,
in . bath of blood.
In an instant Laurent Basse had start |
ed up, and seizing chair, felled Char |
lotte to the floor. The chcrc annie flew
furiously ut her, and stamped upon her
body. Then the neighbOrs and the
ran in, ard an attempt was
made to secure the assailant, hut she ne |
sisted, overturning table and chairs,
and intrenching herself behind this bar
rier. until the police presently came in,
when she ran behind the folds of win
dow curtain, hut l'encea'ly submitted! !
to arrest. Before she could lie carried !!
from, the scene Il cl,aracteristically revo- !
lutiOn:.,y occurrence had taken place, !!
however. One l4anSloise, staymaker !
of the Rne Daupl,inc, picked up the !
knife, and waving it above his head, !
made speech, calling for the murder !
of the .nt,slere<s by the mo on the very !
.,ot Of tire commission If her crime:
"Poor penple!" exclaimed Charlotte
at this. you wish my death. when |
YOU owe me an altar for delivering you :
from, a wholesale assassin. "-P. 4. 4.
Tonofall0vv as q Lover.