New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-12-12

1 NJ oos y euiAo 9SOuLGly SSdtiSlIidIl lie CAST
In his lot with his royal master and
mistress and needed not the advice Of
his friends.
| The king and queen were Still at the
Tuileries and with them a few Of their
staunch friends. The count was in
the cabinet OF Louis, Jeanne in the
boudolr OF her royal mistress. Sud
denly the air resoundea with oaths
and insulting cries. The mob had
reached Versailles and surrounded the
| palace. They shouted and yelled for
the baker, his wife and little bow
and for the Austrian, . as they termed
the queen. Among the mob was
Claude Narney, covered with dust, his
hands dripping blood. This monster mo- ter
who had killed innocent women and
children now thirsted for the lives Of
the hated count ana his daughter.
They are in there, the naughty
Count de Choiseul and his dainty
daughter, cried the ruHian to
his comrades. cit was this aristo-
GRAFT who had me horsewhipped a year
ago for some slight offence He hates
the common people and is a tyrant to
all. Out with him! kill him and his
white-faced bratE'
Francois S. Varney had donned the
red cap OF liberty, and shouted as he
with the mob surrounded the palace:
down with the king! Down with the
Austrian! Away with aristocracy.n
At length he managed to slip away
from the sight of his cruel brother,
and without ceremony he FASTENED to
the little boudoir where he hoped to
lind Jeanne. By this time the royal
couple with their children had man
aged, by the help Of friends, to escape
from the palace and were fleeing as
fast as fleet horses could carry them
from the scene of bloodshed.
When the lover Of Jeanne entered
the luxurious room of the fugitive
queen, he found the daughter OF the
count alone, for her father had babe
her remain there until he came for
her. He was assisting his master and
mistress in their efforts to leave the
palace.
Jeanne, my love, my life!" cried
Francois, forgetting all etiquette, all
concealment ofhis feelings in this hour
OF peril. Il have come to save you.
The mob are crying for your fathers
and your blood. Come with me be-
fore it is too laten
The half fainting girl, even when q
thousand dangers surrounded her,
felt thrill OF delight as she realized
she was beloved by this noble youth,
and though pale and trembling she
murmured in low tones:
"Dear Francois, you are brave and
devoted to risk your life for my sake,
but If it is any reward to you for the
peril you are in, hear me confess that
[ love you, have loved you since the
first hour we met.
''My darling, believe me when I say
you shall be happy, you shall escape
from here and"
"But my father" interrupted Je-
anne.
"Alas! my darling. The count has
been arrested, and is to be tried be-
fore the dreaded convention, but we
have no time to waste. Let me save
you. will then see what lean dofor
your father. See, / have brought you
a disguise" and he showed her a sim
pie peasant dress. HPut this on quick
ly, for in ten minutes the mob will be
here"
In the gray dusk Jeanne made her
escape disguised at a grisette, in short
dress, laced bodice, high capote.
When the brother Of Francois en-
tered the palace his intended victims
We're beyond his reach. The young
secretary took Jeanne to the house
OF his uncle, the good Jacques. For.
tunately for the daughter of the Count
de Coisseul, the blood thirsty william,
Claude Varney, had been wounded
and therefore could not visit his
uncle.
Every one was charmed with the
new barmaid who appeared at the
inn OF jacques. 1t was true her skin
was q little brown, her hair coarse,
and the glasses she wore not very be-
coming, but then she was so pleasant,
SO willing and so n,mble OF foot! No
one ever waited on the rude crowd as
this girl did. Poor delicate little
aristocrat! many bitter hour did
she pass, many a blush bathed her
cheek as she listened to the vulgar
jest, the loud laugh and coarse re-
marks OF the ruffians who came to the
Roy al Arms to drink.
My father-where is hep" said
Jeanne to her lover, as they were for
brief moment alone together.
What could Francois say? How
could he tell her of the tale Of her be-
loved parent who had met his death
the day before by the guillotine?
'sYou hesitate, you turn pale! Alas!
my father, my poor father! am alone
In the world" said the grief-stricken
girl, bursting into tears.
Not alone, dear Jeanne" murmur.
ed Francois. 'Yeu have me. / am
poor and humble, butt will love and
protect you, and try to make you
happy"
At length it became dangerous for
Jeanne to remain longer under the roof
Of the Royal Arms. Claude was ex-
pected there every day, and in spite OF
her disguise would recognize the royal
fugitive. So the kind hearted uncle OF
Francois gave the young couple non
ey they We're secretly married by a
priest, and then fled to Coblentz, where
Jeanne met many OF herformerfrien
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