The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1893-02-26

ders, he set up cawing which was sim
ply deafening for moment. To Fabien Is
terror he ended with "Long live the
King, at which one of the soldiers
thrust at him with his bayonet. to be
met with a hammer which the little cob
pier neld all the while in his hand.
"Iflls IS Citizen Jacquot; but surely
you can't want him;'' said Fabien at
last. "'
" We are to arrest and convey to prison
Citizen Jacquot; the warrant saws SO, -
replied the sergeant.
But you see Citizen Jacquot is only a
pro who was taught to say long live the
king by his former owner. -
And who was he pray?''
Monsieur Joraiiles, the rich mer-
chant.'' M iiiei
"Ah, the man who lost his head among
the very first.''
Eyes
The sergeant turned to the men at his
back and seemed to consult them in ST.
lence for moment.
we must take Citizen Jacquot's turn
ing suddenly upon the boy.
1.-The warrant signed by Citizen Robes
pierre calls for him and it is not stated
what he is, man or bird.
Fablen fell back q pace and seemed to
plant himself IN front of his work be ach.
His blood was hot and he knew that il
Jacquot were taken from him thew would
never meet again.
You cannot have Citizen Jacuuotl',
he cried, facing the sergeant and his
squad. 'sHe is my companion and we
are very happy here.
Alter long and stubborn fight among
the rafters, Citizen Jacquot was taken:
but several of the men had felt his sharp
beak and talons and they wanted but q
nod from the sergeant to give them leave
to wiring the reven's neck.
Elf you take Citizen Jacquot you will
have to take me also," cried Fabien.
springing forward.
But we don't want you, though YOU
have given us good deal of trouble: you
have resisted the will of the assembly, .,
said the sergeant.
'Then resist it still further. Long
live the king! Is that enough?'' shouted
the little cobbler of the Rue Pascarin,
The soldiers, all ardent followers of the
terrorists, turned red with rage. They
looked at one another and then at the lit
tie shoemaker, who stood erect with
flashing eyes and determined mein, 1t
was evident that Fabien was not to be
browbeaten.
81 will go to the guillotine with Citizen
Jacquot. We ride together in the same
cart. You shall not separate us, min
ions of the beast Robespierre
That was enough. Rough hands seized
the boy and he was dragged into the
midst OF the squad which faced about and
Jramped forth into the narrow streets
the raven SO held as not to be able to do
any damage to his captors.
It was all Crepin's work. The hoy felt
that the rutfian had reported Citizen
Jacuuot's treason to the Terrorites.
''Ah, - thought he, sit Will come your
time one of these days, Monsieur Gre
PIN"
In less than half an hour after the ar
rest of the little shoemaker and his pet.
they were thrown into dungeon where
they had no light and only pitcher of
water. It was one of those prisons which
already contained hundreds of people who
were to be sent to the guillotiue and from
whose doors the dread cart made daily
trips to the place OF execution.
Little Fabien was delighted with one
thing, and that was that he had not been
deprived of JacquoJ's society. They were
himself upon the heap of straw which
had been the couch of some Door victim
of the revolution before him he found
Citizen Jacquot cuddling up close to him
with his glossy feathers pressed against
his breast
The next morning they heard the tramp
of heavy feet along the corridor outside
the dungeon, and then came the grating
of iron doors as they opened to let out the
next batch of victims. After this the
tramp, tramp came back and passed away.
and the rumble of the death cart died
away on the stony street.
For three days this was repeated with
terrible minuteness and certainty. Bread