The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1888-10-27

the woman Evrard 1t was small d;loni.
dated house, and about its door that no ZINC
roaring multitude surged like SEQ yeS
the leader of La MontGgns had been stabbed
to death in his bath, and by the hand If a
woman! Adam Lux, pressing up to the
threshold, looked and saw the murderess
coming down the stair, her arms ninioned
bayonets surrounding her. the flambeanx Of
the gendearms glaring upon face which had
in it the shblimity of supreme sacrifce
Great God, it was his dream-maiden;
The mob, shrieking for blood, choked the
way and brought the cortege to a stand
There she stood in the midst of the soldiers
the torchlight reddening her marble skir
and rich, falling hair-a vision of beauty
and youth such as that yelling populace haG
never seen before.
"lNon Dieu! it is the face of an angel ,
said woman, near Adam Lux. "Who i
she's"
Another voice answered: "Anaristocrat
who has journeyed from Caen to do thi
deed-her name is Charlotte Cordayn
A squad of fusileers rushed I'm an,
cleared a passage for the prisoner.
"Poor people ~ murmured Charlotte Cor
day. looking with plying eyes upon tn
bowling mob, ''you wish my death, whei
you owe me an altar for delivering v0
from monsterw
She was hurried into a hackney-coach
and conveyed to the nearest prison-th
Abbaye. Mute and pale with unspeakabl
emotions, Adam Lux followed her Y
was present at her examination wffis.6Ny !,
ed far into the night. In the pocket o bI
prisoners gown were found silver thht
BILE, some implements Of needlevork two
hundred francs, gold watch ana her pass
port. The weapon which Lux BID sen her
purchase in the cutters shop WIS slown to
her.
'Do you recognize this knife q the exam
iners asked.
eyes, she answered, turning'om it with
shudder of disgust
'What led you to the crime?'
81 killed one man to save thoSands."
1t was eight O'Clock of Jy morning,
when up the dark steep stairn the base
ment-wall of the Palais of JUICE the gend-
armes conducted Charlotte Orday to her
trial before the Revolutiopry Tribunal
As she took her place on theOench of the
prisoners the maledictionssf the people
died away in murmurs of adu'ation. Never
DCIOIC udu MuIuGE worn SUI tll dopOCU'
Her beauty was marvellous her tirmness
and intrepidity amazed even err judges.
"Details are needless" sh said. calmly.
at was [ who killed Maratr
"What did you think to efict by it!>
''Restore peace to my entry. l took
his life to save the land"
"Why did you hate him?r
For his crimes"
"Do you, then. think thatou have assas-
sinated all the MaratsN'
"Since he is dead, the oters will trem-
blem
Adam Lux was seated mar the prisoner.
His eyes never left her ace. When the
President of the Tribunal passed sentence
of death, the Mayence Deputy leaped from
his chair, and extended hi arms in passion
ate protest
mo! non he cried, wildly. "For the
love of God, mol"
1t was the only voice raised against her
fate, and she recognized the man who had
conceived for her such a strange and mystic
passion; he was faithful in this terrible
hour-he dared to speak in the face Of her
judges. She turned and thanked him with
an eloquent look. AS though sword had
pierced his heart, Adam Lux reeled, a.d
went down in a swoon to the hoof OF tie
Tribunal.
The gendarmes conducted Charlotte Cor
day back to prison. With perfect compo-
sure she made ready for the scaffod. As
Samson, the eXecutioner, entered to prepare
her for death, she took from his hand the
scissors, cut long curl of her chestnut
hair, and gave it to madame Richard, the
wife of the jailer.
"Send this, with my fervent thanks she
said, 'to the Deputy from Mayence."
The liberatrix of France could not die
without a message and token TO the last
friend left to her. Samson arrayed herin the
red robe of murderess, cut her magnif
cent hair and then bound her slender
wrists.
This" she said, sis the toilet of death
arranged by rude hands, but it leads to i'm
mortality"
AS the death-cart left the prison ter
rife storm burst over Paris, but the count
less swarms of people in the squares and
streets remained undiminished. The furi
Gus fishwives shrieked around the tumbril
Charlotte Corday did not seem to hear then
much less to resent their insults. Hel
face wore an unearthly beauty and serenity
there was no shadow of fear upon it. San
son, the eXecutioner, who rode in the SAINT
cart was deeply impressed.
Il often turned round to look at her" HI
says, land the more / saw, the more
wished to see. 1t was not on account of he
beauty, great as that was, but l thought i
impossible that she could remain so cain
and courageous"
At thS entrance of the Rue st. Honore
man stood awaiting the death-cart. He car
ried his hat in his hand-the rain peltet
on his fair hair. 1t was Adam Lux, haggard
pale as ashes. He bowed deeply to tn
prisoner. She started slightly, and smil
slant on her lips. He stepped behind tn
tumbril, and, with uncovered head, followe,
it to the foot of the scaffold.
"He engraved in his heart, " as he wrot
afterwards, cher unutterable sweetaes
amid the barbarous outcries of the crowd
Her eyes," he declares, 'should have melte
a stone" In them he saw soul as tende
as it was intrepid
Attended by this mysterious love, Char
lotte Corday went to the guillotine. A
the cart reached the Place Revolution. tn
executioner, whose heart had been softene
by the beauty and courage of his youn
victim, put himself before her to hide tn
death-instrument, but she begged him Z
step aside.
81 have right to be curious" she said
This is the first time l see r."
AS she mounted the scaffold her ewes fel
upon Adam Lux, who stood at its foot
She smiled and looked quickly up to tn
summer sky, where the clouds were nov