Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1885-02-26

he said one day. II am glad to hear 1t,
for we shall need these men with military
training some day Jacques is of the
people and always viii be. Don't fret
about him, Mere Peraubier, he will come
out all right sooner or later. The day
will come when Jacques will throw off
his gold lace and become again plain
citizen like his friend Robespierre. He
has eyes and ears and cannot help find
/ ing out the truth about that spider
woman
"But she would not be so cruel as to
play with an honest heart like that of
my boys, Robespierrea Bad, perhaps,
she has been, but she cannot break his
heart for the mere pleasure of seeing
him sufferf He is so good and SO true;
he is SO good -natured and handsome :"
'fYou forget, Mere Peraubier, that he
is plain, untitled citizen He has no
de to his name, said Robespierre, mock
ingly. "Would she play with his love,
say you?" he added, fiercely. la ptite
Marquise will put him to every torture
she knows. She will tell him the same
moment that she loves and loathes him.
She will taunt- him with his low birth
She will rouse in him every possible feel
ing of hate, love, jealousy, repulsion,
passion, until she tires of him and she
comes back to US. People say that our
party is hurrying France into revolution,
anarchy, and don't know what, beside.
But if revolution comes, it will not be
we who bring it about Ii will be these
scoundrelly men and women at the court
from the Imbeci!le and the Austrian
down to the painted La P'tite Mar
quisep They are dancing away on d
volcano, which is growing hotter and
hotter each day
He stopped suddenly ashe heard some
one on the stairs. The door opened,
and in walked Jacques, my boy, but OH
how changed He wore no powdered
peruke, his coat was torn, and he was
wounded in the arm, and great clot Of
blood lay over the wound. He staggered
slowly to his chair and let his arms dangle
down toward the floor, while he gazed
vacantly into the air, with sudden
stare, like an idiot, or a drunken man.
His face expressed no fear, horror, or
anger 1t was immovable and express
sionless as mask. His eyes had lost
their brilliancy and now looked dull and
dead, seemingly sunken far back in his
head. He took no more heed of us than
if we had not been there, sitting almost
Useless in my chair and Robespierre
coclly standing before the fire, studying
Jacques as if be had been dying frog.
"a volcano, which, as said, Mere
Peraubier, (" he said coolly, SIS growing
hotter every day, and is causing little
eruptions like this one, and he smiled
sarcastieally on my poor boy.
went over and knelt before my poor
boy, end took his cold hands in NINE
.'My child, asked, "what has hap
pened, and what caused this wound on
your arm9"
He paid no more attention to me than
to shudder and draw away his hands.
'Jacques. will you tell me what is the
matter. ask it, I, your mother"
ssMother2" he said huskiIy and slowly.
care you my mothera''
M. Robespierre came forward and
stood before him. 'sWhy do you ask
that, M. Peraubiergn he said slowly and
calm as if be were bidding him ''bon
matin, " but his voice seemed, for all its
calmness and quietude, to do what mine
could not-bring him to his right mind.
ssWhy do ask2 Is she not woman?
once thought all women were good
and h5ly saints, but I find that they are
lying s6ends. Who can say any woman
is goods Who can say that this woman,
though she be my mother. may yet
And thought my mother heart would
break at the words he was saying, and
threw myself at his feet, before he could
finish, crying out in my agony
ooh, my son, my son, and he stopped
and passed his hand over my eyes.
.sYou' are right, mother. You, at
least, can believe in; but that woman
oh, my Godlr and he sank back in his
chair and commenced plucking at the
fragments Of his coat and tearing them
into little pieces. as a dying man plucks
at his coverlet. M. Robespierre walked
over to him and laid his hand on Jac-
| ques' shoulder
We'll, mon ami, did you kill him or
herGn he asked quietly.
II saw them down in the little harbor
by the fountain of Diana. He was
Never mind whom. ! know La
P'tete Marquise' well enough to guess, ="
interrupted NJ. Robespierre; ''bnt you
what did you do2"
4 burst in upon them with my drawn
sword. He was brave enough. !, who
once thought him my friend, can say
that. He fought for love Of her, and his
love was strong. fought for hate of
her, and my hate was stronger than his
love. When he fell turned to kill her.
but she had gone. rushed through the
grounds Of the park to find some traces
Of her, but could not, SO came here.
And now I shall go to see my godfather,
N. Beaumarchais, and seek his advice. ,
'sYou shall have il, said voice be-
hind me. turned and saw NJ Caron
himself. "seek your safety in fight.
and that immediately know all the
story. I heard Of it just now at the