Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-31

coats Of some coarse stuff left visible bar,
feet thrust into wooden shoes. She ad
vauced with her head bent and her shoulder
Once, and once only, when the mans eyel
left her for a moment, she shot at him .
look Of scared apprehension; and later
when she came abreast of him, her breath
coming and going with her exertions, he
that her strong brown limbs were trembling
under her.
But the man noticed nothing in his i'm
patience, and only child her for her slow
ness. "Where have you been dawdling,
lazy-bones?" ne cried.
She Jmurmured, without halting, that
the sun was hot.
"Sun hot?' he retorted. "Jeanne is law,
thinkl Mon dieu, that I should have
married a wife who is tired by nooni had
better lett you to that never-do-well Pierre
Bounat. But I have news for you, my
GIRL"
He lounged after her as he spoke; his low,
cunning face-the face of the worst kind of
French peassnt-fickering with cruel
pleasure, as he saw how she started at his
words. She made no answer, however In
stead she drew her load with increased We
hemence toward one OF the two doors which
led into the building. "Well, we'll, 1 will
tell you presently" he called alter her.
"Be quick and come to dinner"
He entered himself by the other door.
The house was divided into two chambers
by a breast-high partition of wood. The
one room served for kitchen; the other, now
half lull of straw, was barn and granary,
owlhouse and dovecote in one. ''Be
quick" he called to her. Standing in the
house room he could see her head as she
stopped to unload the straw.
In q moment she came in, her shoes clat-
tering on the floor. The persplration stood
how little she had deserved his reproach.
She sat down silently, avoiding his eyes,
but he thought nothing of this. 1t was no
new thing. 1t pleased him, If anything
"Well, my Jeanne" he said in his gibing
tone, "are you longing for my news?"
The hand she stretched out toward the
pitcher Of cider, which, with black Tread
and onions, formed their meal, shook, but
she answered simply: eff you please,
Michel"
"WeIl, the Girondins have been beaten.
nv girl, and are flying all over the country.
That is the news. Master Pierre is among
killed already. wish he would come this
way"
"Why7" she asked, suddenly looking mp
at last, flash OF light In her gray eyes.
"Why?" he repeated, grinning ucross the
table at her, because he would be worth
Eve crowns to me. There are Eve crowns,
am told, on the head OF every Girondin who
has been In arms, my girl"
The French Revolution, il will be UNDER
stood, was at its height. The more moder-
ate and constitutional Republicans-the
as they were called--worsted in
Paris by the Jacobins and the mob, had
lately tried to raise the Provinces against the
capital, aud TO this end had drawn together
at Caen, near the border OF Brittany. Tney
had been defeated, however, and the Jaco-
bins. in this month Of August, were prepar-
ing to take fearful vengeance ut once on
them and the Royslists. The Reign of Ter
ror had begun. Even to such boor as this, !
sitting over his black bread, the Revolution
had come home, and, In common with many
4 thousand others, he wondered what be
could make of il.
The girl did not answer, even by the look
of contempt to which he had become accus-
toned, and for which be hated her; and he
Five crownsl An, 1t is money,