Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-01-26

ess des Sarazines Beauxlieux. even in re-
public, where it might be little more than
being a duchess of rag fair. She mad not
CHANGED to hear Pierre say TO Nlctorine
that night in the wood II will make you
Duchess des BeauXlieux yeti!
More than once in the two years time
Beauxlieux had run down to the chateau
for sight of his mother, for 1rcSh trip
with Jean, no one knew where, but from
which he came back with an air, one could
not declare were il more of sadness or OF
proud determination. II have been eating
black bread" he would say in answer to
his mothers inquiry. II have been among
my brothers. There is so much to DO
They have not only to be helped. they have
first to be taught that they need the help.
They are in the dark: they do not even
crepe; they do not know that there Is any
light. They suffer SO. They are so patient
Some of them. my mother, seem like beasts
them sor' re cried, springing to his feet.
ut is the weight of our splendor that has
crushed them into earth"
"Our splendorr' said his mother, bit
terly.
'.The splendor," with a Wild gesture;
"that, thank GOD, Is ours no more"
my child! iBeauxlieuxr'
"Sometimen," he said. "'when 1 am with
them my he&t swellS as il 1t would burst.
] feel the very singing of the poor blood
in their veins. 1t would not be so poor
had mine not been too rich! We have trod-
den them down so long, they have been
starved. their souls impoverished as their
bodies-my God! We have lived on their
labor, our wealth Is their sweat. our
thrones are planted on their slaughter!
Often when I have seen the great car
riages driven along the Bois the high step
ping horses in their golden harnesses, the
women, rosy, round, their silks Overflow
ing like petals of great flowers. the sight
of them has made me tremble. / have felt
the wheels of these carriages rolling
through blood!
She listened. but she hardly understood
him. She feared but he half imbued her
with his feeling. She doubted If he were
not possessed of a sacred fury. And while
she was sure that her son-BeauxEeux-
could not be otherwise than right yet
great melancholy oppressed her, as IL for
the first time she saw thrones shake and
the old order of things go by. "Oh, what
shall we do with him, NJ. Etienne?" she
cried when he had gone.
Nothing" said NJ Etienne. THE good
God has him In hand"
Sometimes when Beauxlieux came home
he had strange tales of his experience in
the prisons. where he had gained permits
sion to prac tice and to study. sometimes
he had nothing at all to say, as If words
fell short of power. Once. in contrast to all
this he brought his mother the most
charming Partisan costume, the daintiest
hat and mantle. 1t made her feel herself a
woman of the world again when she put
Them on. You look like all the rest of
them said Beauxleux, "only a thou
sand times lovelter than any or them! L ou
shall go up with me and see the new Paris.
You get into rut living in solitude, like
the rest of the underground people. You
shall so to the opera again; you shall go
to the Bon Marche."
1.-THE extravaganza. Beauxlieux. No, no,
do not wish to CO."
Reason the more that you should go.
And as for the expense, II money does not
grow on bushes now. yet i have all we
heed. And. my first duty being to you, my
mother. there will still be that which will
suffice for the new crusade. In saving those
who are In this day the sepulchre of Christ,
b carrying succor to how many of the
had and Sorry
il had plainly become q passion with
I'm, this care for the spirits in prison, not