Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1892-10-26

aristocratsl Death to the conspirators
To the guillotne wish the enemies of the
peoplo Death to false witnesses! Down
with the sorceresses, tho fine ladiesl"
The indictment against Joseph Lele'
bvrc was read, the interrogatory was over
the witnesses were to be heard. Every
moment some one coming cut CT the
courtroom gave to the crowd outside II
distorted account of some incident con-
ncctcd with the trial. Among other
things it was asserted that it was proved
beyond doubt that the Infamous Doctor
Lcfcbvre had constantly administered
poison, instead of medicine, to his poor
patients. And when it was reported that
q woman had testified in favor of the ac-
cuscd, the tumrlt reached its climax and
there were shouts of: "She is his accom-.
plice! Send her to the guillotine with
him." Then there were interminable
disputes, shameful exhibitions of brutal
ignorance and fendish cruelty.
The hours wore away and the popular
lmpatience grew more uncomfortable,
kept at fever height by occasional ru-
mors of a possible acquittal. The cries,
"Dcath to all false witncsses" grew
louder and louder. The September
butchers, massed on the stairs, were
talking of breaking down the door, when
it opened and Delphinc appeared. AT
the sight of the furious, threatening
mob, she paused for a moment, proudly
erect, but very pale. Maurice, who had
followed her closely, pressed to her Size
as she stood there encircled by the bare,
brawny arms, the clenched fists, and up
lifted sabres of these bloodthirsty men,
but she restrained him by an almost imper.
ceptibe motion of her head. The
threats rcdoubled. The women's shrill
cries rose tiercely above the drunken
ycls of some Of the men. The most
frighful of all these women, the same
creature, with child in her arms, who
had kept the crowd in state of contin-
ual excitement for hours, now pressed
forward, and shaking her fist in Del
phne's face, shrieked /" Yes, my fine
lady, you have got to bleed for it,"
Tncn halt-naEed, hairy breasted
giant pushed the woman aside and
seemed about to strike. Madame
d'Athis bit her lips to bring back the
ebbing blood, and conscious that her
lofty aspect of virginia. purity and calm
ness was her only protcction--tha the
terrified shrinking of predcstined
victim would be instantly iatal-she cast
her eyes about her and remarked the
hideous mother who stood there still in
a threatening attitude. Advancing TO-
ward her, she simply said.
"You have a beautiful child"
At these words, the kindest perhaps
she had ever heard, the mothers heart
was touched. Tears came to her eyes.
Take him. she said, and she held
the baby out to Delphine, who took him
in her arms and walked down the stairs
unframed, smiling in the child's face,
while the crowd, hesitating, subduei,
taken by surprise, made way for her to
pass. She walked thus across the court
with her innocent protector aud was
safe. Outside the gate she gave the baby
to its mother. Neither uttered word,
but tear fell on the child as she handed
him back.
Maurice had gone before, and they
both took shelter in the carriage waiting
for them at the clock tower. Turning
away, the wheels of their hack came in
contact with the rough cart driving up
to take Joseph Lcfcbvrc to the scatfold
From the French.