Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1892-06-29

with more ardor, but one night he was
wounded in a meeting with Louis Ber-
nard, a fine young man, of her own class,
to whom Marie Guion was engaged.
To avoid the consequences of his temer-
ity, Louis Bernard had to fly from France.
He went to Turkey and took service under
the sultan, preferring to fight under a
Mohammedan than under any of the
"Christian' kings who then cursed Eu-
rope.
Count de Rochau, believing that he had
won an undisputed field to himself, re-
newed his attentions to Marie Guion
who had left school and now, with her
heartbroken mother, was trying to carry
On the business of the unfortunate father
and husband in the damp, dark cells of the
Bastile.
One day Nine Guion said to her daugh
ter:
1--WE must fly from Paris, my child. 1t
may he flying to death, but better that
than the dishonor that threatens from this
monster, the Count de Rochau."
Marie kissed her mother and replied;
''With you and God. But do not lose
heart, dear mother; justice cannot sleep
forever in France. Let us pray that when
she aWakes vengeance may not be made
her ally"
And so the two women closed up their
home. abandoned the business that had
guaranteed them above want, and with
their little portable belongings fled to Bor-
deaux. Here. under an assumed name,
they again renewed the strenuous battle
of life
Never a word did they hear from the
father in the cells of the Bastile, for to the
people of the outer world the wretched
prisoners were as the dead.
Now and then line came to France
from the gallant youth fighting under the
star and crescent of the Moslem. ''Wait
with patience, heart of mine," Louis Ber
nard would write. ''The storm clouds
darken over France. Even here, by the
Golden Horn, hear the hoarse muttering
of the red tornado that is about to break
upon Paris. The wrongs of three centu-
ries are about to be avenged, and the
reign of the mobiles will end in their own
life blood.
''But here by the Bosphorus I pray for
the day and dream of the hour when the
sound of the first blow will go ringing
around the world. imagine myself lead
ing my old friends against the Bastile and
freeing him. I have learned to be SOL
dier, and I shall use my knowledge to g
purpose. The Count de Rochau and
shall meet once more, and but one Of us
will remain to tell of that meeting. That
one will be your rhusband-Louis Bernard" I"
Four years passed since Jean Guion had
heard the doors of the Bastile closing be-
hind him and shutting out the loved ones
and the world. The seasons came and
went, and hope sickened and died out in
his heart.
One day when the sky was clear the
prisoners looking out through the bars saw
pillars of dust and smoke arising, and they
heard the increasing and ever nearing roar'
like the rush of maddened waters when
the hills pour down their floods
"What is it?" the prisoners whispered
one to the other.
No one could answer. 1t might mean
death to them, but was not that better
than life2 So why should they fear2
Nearer and nearer came the rush and
the roar. And now the prisoners could
hear above the ceaseless din the booming
of artillery, like the beating of funeral
guns, and to their eager ears came the
hoarse shouting of men and the eaglelike
cries Of despoiled women.
Nearer and nearer, higher and higher,
clearer and clearer came the rush and the
roar, the crash of cannon and the rattle of
muskets, and high above all the victors'
| shouts and the exultant cries of the women
The BastiIe trembled and rocked. Guards
and keepers seized arms, and palefaced
rushed out to defend their gates.
But what availed such resistance to stem
the wild torrent of the peoples wrath?
The day of the aristocrat was over. The
reign of the people had come, and the
black wrongs of three centuries of merci
less oppression were being wiped out in
| blood.
There were shouts and shrieks in the
Bastile court. The governor was dead,
and in the dismal angles the trembling
guards were being shot down.
Looking out through the bars, Jean
Guion saw that the leader Of the grena-
diers, who had carried the prison, was a
bronzed face young man in the uniform Of
3 captain.
While he wondered the door Of his cell
was broken open The young captain
caught the old man Ia bis mn. ,nd
shoutedl
Free at lastl Free at lastl Oh, my
fatherl'
That night Jean Guion was back in his
old home. That night the arms of wife
and daughter were about him, and he
learned that the daughter was the wife Of
| Captain Bernard.