The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-05-30
Ii the Name Of the Law
By STANLEY J. wBYMAN.
Copyright, 1905, by the Author.l

Copyright, 1905, by the Author.l
Concluded.
Again the Girondins conferred togeth.
or. AT last, seeming to arrive at con.
clusion, they ranged themselves on ei.
Their side Of the door, and one Of their
number opened IL. A short, stout man,
grit with tricolor sash and wearing q
huge sword, entered with an air of au.
tbority. Being blinded by the light, he
saw nothing out Of the common and was
followed by four men armed with mus
kets.
Their appearance produced an extraor-
binary effect on Michel Teller. As they
one by one crossed the threshold the
peasant leaned forward, his face flush.
ed, his eyes cleaning, and counted them.
They were only five. And the others
were 10. He fell back, and from that
moment his belief in the Girondins'
power was clinched.
In the name Of the lawi" painted the
mayor. why did you not Then he
stopped abruptly, his mouth remaining
open. He found himself surrounded by
group of grim, silent mutes, with
arms in their hands, and in twinkling
10 flashed into his mind that these were
the l chiefs Of the Girondins whom
he had been warned to keep watch for.
He had come to catch q pigeon and had
caught a crow. He turned pale, and his
eyes dropped "Who are-who are these
gentlemen" he stammered in ludi-
crously altered tone.
Some volunteers of Quumpen, re-
turning home, replied Barbaroux, with
ironical smoothness.
You have your papers, citizens?"
the mayor asked mechanically, and he
took step back toward the door and
looked over his shoulder.
Here they arel' said Potion rudely,
thrusting a packet into his hands.
They are in order. !"
The mayor took them, and longing
only to see the outside of the door pre-
tended to look through them, his little
heart going pit-a-pat within him.
They seem to be in order, " he assent
ed feebly. IL need not trouble you fur.
ther, citizens. came here under a mis-.
apprehension, find, and wish you o
good journey"
He knew, as he backed out, that he
was cutting poor figure He would
fain have made more dignified retreat
But before these men, fugitives and out
laws as they were, he felt, though he
was mayor of Carbaix, almost as small
man as did Michel Teller. These
were the men Of the revolution. They
had bearded mobiles and pulled down
kings. There was Barbaroux, who had
grappled with Marat, and Potion, the
mayor of the Bastille. The little mayor
Of Carbaix knew greatness when he saw
it. He turned tail and hurried back to
his fireside his bodyguard not whit
behind him.
Five minutes later the men he feared
and envied came out also and went
their way, passing in single file into the
darkness which brooded over the great
monolith, beginning, brave hearts, an
other Of the few stages which still lay
between them and the guillotine Then
in the cottage there remained only Mi
chel and Jeanne. She sat by the dying
embers, silent and lost in thought. He
leaned against the wall, his eyes rowing
ceaselessly, but always when his gaze
met hers it fell. Barbaroux had CON
quered him. 1t was not until Jeanne
had risen to close the door and he was
alone that he wrung his hands and NUT
tered: Five crowns Five crowns gone
and wastedi'