Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1892-10-26

Immortality"
As the death cart left the prison ter
rifle storm burst over Paris, but the
countless swarms of people in the
squares and streets remained undimin
ished. The furious tishwives shrieked
around the tumbril Charlotte Corday
did not seem to hear them, much less to
resent their insults. Her face wore All
unearthly beauty and serenity. There
was no shadow of fear upon it.
AT the entrance of the Rue st. Honore
a man awaited the death cart. He car
ried his hat in his hand-the rain pelted
on his fair hair. 1t was Adam Lux,
haggard, pale as ashes. He bowed
deeply to the prisoner She started
slightly, and smile Of pensive sweet
ness appeared fer an instant Oh her lips.
He stepped behind the tumbril, and with
uncovered head followed it TO the foot Of
the scaffold.
Attended by this mysterious love,
Charlotte Corday went to the guillotine
AS she mounted the scaffold her eyes
fell upon Adam Lux, who stood at its
foot. She smiled and locked quickly up
to the summer sky, where the clouds
were now breaking. 1t was farewell
and also promise of future meeting.
The next moment she had placed herself
under the knife.
The next day man entered the con-
vention, so haggard, so changed that he
was hardly recognized as the handsome
young deputy from Mayence. With the
recklessness of one who had no more to
hope OF to fear he ascended the tribune,
and began toimpeach and attack Marat's
associates.
In vain his friends warned him to de-
sist. Hotly, fiercely he vindicated the
young Norman lady who had sacrificed
her own life to rid France of whole
sale assassin. He published the "Apol-
ogy of Charlotte Corday," and was i'm
mediately arrested and sent to the Alb
baye prison. As he entered its sinister
door he flung up his hat and cried joy
fully, 81 shall die, then, for her!"
He was brought before the revolu-
tionary tribunal When the accusation
was read to him he said, with a scorn-
full, curling lip:
Il am stranger to your laws as well
as to your crimes. If have deserved
punishment it is not among Frenchmen
that should suffer-"
From his prison he wrote a farewell
letter to little Marguerite, far away in
the secluded house at Mayence
~ die for the woman l love-" he said.
''On the scaffold her spirit awaits mine.
Death will unite US. Igo with glad
heart, for no longer desire life."
He dressed himself for the scaffold
like bridegroom for the presence of his
bride. His lilac coat was embroidered
with gold thread. His powdered hair,
his knee breeches and waistcoat of white
satin, and frills of finest lace gave him
the air of courtier.
cat last | shall see her again." he
said pressing to his lips the chestnut
curl the jailer's wife had given to him.
He mounted the guillotine with a
smile on his lips, and rapt. uplifted
look III his eyes.
cat lastr' he repeated, and the knife
fell.
So ended. one Of the strangest attach
ments the world ever knew-or was this
only its beginning?- Stories.
Pulled Out of His Boat by Fish.
l am more and more convinced that it
Is not wise on all occasions to question
tall fish story-a story that on its face
seems, to put it mildly, very impEoba-
Bile. Thomas Jefferson, of Saltwater,
N. Y, was fishing in the Hudson river
and returned home wet to the skin and
said that he hooked big fish which
pulled him into the water from the boat,
and very promptly the man with the
historic name was classed as an Al fish
liar. A day or two ago pike of twenty
feven pounds weight was found dead or
dying in the river, and in it's mouth was
found Thomas Jefferson's spoon hook,
and attached to his hook was his line.
The fisherman had told the truth. He
was standing up in his boat and the fish
caught him off his balance and pulled
him in.
I personally knew of a fishing COM
panion being pulled into the water in
something the same way by a lake trout
of less than half the weight of the pike.
The angler hooked the fish and at
tempted to stand up in the boat. He
was cold and cramped from sitting and
the lake was rough, and over he went.
The funny part of it was that his boat
man, who was looking ahead, did not
see him go overheard, nor did he hear
him. The boat felt lighter and, looking
around, the oarsman found himself alone
In the boat and it was more than mile
to shore. The boat was backed up and
the angler caught the gunwale with one
hand and clung to his rod with the
other, and fish and fisherman were both
Saved.--Forest and Stream.