Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1890-06-19
Translated from the French for the Ellsworth
American
An Episode Of the French Revolution.

An Episode Of the French Revolution.
Two Young couples commenced house
keeping on the same hoor Of large tenc-
mcnt house on rue du Cloitre, in Paris in
the year 1872 John Bruius vas big
strong not Unlocking fellow. with an in
solent mien His turbulent and savage
character obtained for him the title Of
Brutus, aud confirmed him in the opinion
that be was born to distinguish himself In
the service OF his country.
His ncighbor, Jane, Jansen, on the con-
tIary. appeared to have no other care in
the world .han to pass by unob>crved aud
unnoticcd; this very timdity was the cause
of hi~ ruin. for. in those terrible times VIXEN
sown by its high priest. Foltaire he who
did not show himself vociferous reyolu-
ZIONIST and the enemy OF royalty, became
al once a suspect
You are not OF Us. said John Brutus
one day 10 his ncighbor a. they came face
10 face with each other.
Jausen's face grew oloudcd.
How j. that;' said he.
You are not of Us, of the people. you
are not "A rcvolutiouist."
How do you know am not;"
We'll, because know it,"
You are wrong, sir. am Of the peo-
pie"
Why, your very speech betrays you.
and so do Your hands. Hold them out and
see If they are the horny hands OF the
working man"
Instead Of jumping AT his throat a a
true sans culotte would have done. Jansen
reached out his hands, having previously
taken the precaution to blacken them.
Your hands only need washing to make
them the hands of an aristucrat," exclaim
ed Brutus with significance Then turn
Ing hi- back. he walked away mutterin.
"I'll hnd you out You are likely a con
spirator AMI il will b, well TO watch you"
The wives of John Brutu- and James
Jansen were about to become mothers. The
two women treated each other amicably
one another
Mrs, Brutus was Il tall, handsome bru-
nette Of about twenty years. She shared
neither the patriotic enthusiasm, nor the
sanguinary instincts Of her husband.
MrS. Jansen, on the contrary. was not a
handsome woman-a pronounced blonde
OF a frail, delicate appearance, the extreme
pallor Of whose countenancc inspired sym
pathy and a closer look revealed sorrow,
deep sorrow, too heavy for her twenty
two years.
If have a boy and you have a girl, "
Mrs. Brutus would often say. I'VE shall
have them married"
strange smile which the other took
for an acquie>cence, fitted acros, the pale
lips of Mrs. Jansen
The evening of the tenth of August, af-
ter the invasion of the Tuileries, Brutus en-
tered triumphautly and said to his wife
Il was not mistaken, Jansen is no other
than the heretofore Marquis de Laney."
Like a flash Mrs. Brutus' thoughts flew
to her sickly, delicate neighbor
You have not denounced him to the
authortie>:" she said.
Exactly what have done; he is arrest
ed"
! Who can describe the feelings of the
. oF
found pity for her gentle neighbor, and
feelings of intense hatred for the man she
had till that moment loved Knowing the
consequences of outspoken pity for the
aristocrats, she allowed herself only to say
in words well laden with hate: You are
| no Frenchman. you are a butcher. fra
tricide."
| Astonished. he jumped to his feet, and
with eyes emitting fire, exclaimed What
are the French aristocrats who are armin 9
on the frontier and ready to give US an
other thousand years of priests and kings
| Our turn now! Let them take Heaven,
we want France. I'm patriot, sans
culotte believer in Voltaire and Mira
beau! Take care, woman, how you anger
me.'
The citizen Jansen was not with them.
Because he could not very well be in
two places at once-an immigrant on the
Rhine, and copspirator in Paris"
Jansen conspirator,"
"Who will never conspire again"
You are an migrate, John" said his
wife.
How dare you!" he hissed.
Yes, dare, denounce me If you will
shall never be a recreant to the christian
religion, nor to the people who took me
an orphan, reared, educated and trained
me good, honest woman, to follow the
teachings of demons like you"
Brutus' anger cooled in proportion as
his wife's increased, and as he rose to &c
out added with sneef: ''You are only q
woman"
In the meantime the Marquis de Laney
was being conveyed to prison.
At the first opportunity Mrs. Brutus
sought the grief-stricken marchioness and
endeavored to console her.
The unhappy woman turned toward heI
visitor a face from which every vestige OF
hope had departed, and exclaimed, as hel
haggard dry eyes encountered those OF
Mrs. Brutus:
How can you come INTO my presence
| al