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

and water came mysteriously to the cell
occupied by Fabien and Citizen Jacquot,
and the raven, once merry, was now
strangely silent and morose.
Without the companionship of his
friend Fabien would have gone mad. He
talked to the raven, tried to cheer him up,
and even sang snatches OF song which he
was wont to sing in the old shop while at
work.
Why didn't they summon them to the
mock trials which sometimes prefaced the
executions of the already condemned?
The boy was eager to meet his accusers;
he even longed TO stand before the dreaded
man in France, Robesplerre himself, and
tell him that it was all wrong to make
war on raven and boy.
One morning the raven flew to the
meagre sill of the window from which
the light had been barred with boards
and began to cav in startling manner.
Little Fabien sprang up and wondered
what had come over the bird.
Is it the death cart for us?" he asked.
Have they come to our number at
last?u
But he waited while the raven futtered
and cawed, and when Citizen Jacquot
ceased for a moment, he heard the faint
sounds of cheers and long cries, the like
OF which he had not heard since they en-
tered the dungeon.
What did it all mean?
Presently their came to their ears the
noise of feet in the corridor. Little Fa-
bien ran to the door and listened. His
heart was in his throat. All was tumult
outside.
"Long live the king!'' suddenly
screeched Citizen Jacquot.
tHush,' answered the alarmed boy.
"You will have them down upon you IN
a moment, Jacquot. Keep still.''
The tumult, increasing at every mo-
ment, came nearer and nearer. 1t was
like a great wave rushing down the corri-
dor.
All at once some one seemed to be tug
ging at the d-fashioned lock OF the door
of ''No. &c, - which was Fabien' s cell.
'sBreak it in,' said a loud voice.
Blows sufficient to break in door of
iron were rained on the portal and it few
open. Light poured into the dungeon
and revealed the little cobbler of the Rue
Pascarin and Citizen Jacquot standing
terror stricken in one corner.
In rushed lot of people yelling and
gestlculating with all their might.
ut is all over,' they cried. stRobes-
pierre and his associates are dead.''
Fabien could not believe it for a mo-
ment. He and Citizen Jacquot were car
ried in triumph from the prison, and he
heard the story of the fall of Robespierre
while the streets of Paris rang with cries
of deliverance.
The turn in the long lane OF blood and
cruelty had come just in time for the two
friends, for they were to have been among
the next victims; and if Tallien and his
associates had not turned against Robes
pierre, Fabien and Citizen Jacquot would
have felt the great sharp knife OF the
guillotine.
As it was, the boy and the raven We're
escorted back to the Rue Pascarln and
once more Fabien was installed in his
little shop,
There they lived to see the complete
overturning of the Revolution and the re-
turn of law and order, and the time came
when Citizen Jacquot could cry "Long
live the King'' without the fear of the
bloody knife.
Crepin, the ruffian who had brought
about all the trouble, went to the gull
lotine himself in the last batch of the vic
Tins, and therefore his face appeared no
more in the doorway of the little shoe
makers shop.
Little Fab1en and the raven grew old
together, and when the once little lad of
the Rue Pascarin was white haired, an
old bird would hop to his accustomed
perch on his shoulder, and, putting his
glossy head close to his cheek, cry out,
''Long live the King!'' when the old
cobbler never failed to recall the strange
days Of Robespierre and the Terror.
Do not miss the entertainment at the
theatre tonight. Doors, 7:45.