Marble Hill press., 1896-05-07
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cheeks coldly; and the spring sunlight
pouring on their faces, felt as if it were
glimmering on them through winter
clouds.
LET us walk on" said Trudaine in a
low voice. II was prepared for bad
news, yet not for that. Are you certain
of what you have just told me?"
"As certain as that the stream here
Is flowing by our side. Hear how
made the discovery, and you will doubt
no longer. Before last week I knew
nothing of Danville, except that his ar
rest On suspicion by Robespierre's Or
der was, as events turned out, the saw
Ing Of his life. He was imprisoned, as
told you, on the evening after he had
heard your names read from the death
list at the prison CRATE. He remained
in confinement at the Temple, unno-
ticed in the political confusion out OF
doors, just as you remained unnoticed
at st. Lazare; and he profted in pre-
cisely the same manner that you prof
tied by the timely insurrection which
overthrow the Reign Of Terror knew
this, and I knew that he walked out of
prison in the character Of prosecuted
victim of Robespierre's-and for bet
ter than three years past l know no
more. Now listen. Last week I hap
pened to be waiting in the shop of my
employer, Citizen Clairfait, for some
papers to take into the counting house
when an old man enters with a sealed
parcel, which he hands to one of the
shopmen, saying:
"'Give that to Citizen Clairfait.'
"'Any name?' says the shopman.
1.-The name is Of no consequence,
answers the old man; but if you please
you can give mine. Say the parcel
came from Citizen Dubois and then he
goes out. His name, in connection with
his elderly look, strikes me directly.
"'Does that old fellow live at Cha
lons?' l ask.
No. says the shopman. He Is here
in attendance on customer of ours
an old ex-aristocrat named Danyille.
She is on a visit in our town
Il leave you to imagine how that re-
ply startles and amazes me. The shop
man can answer none of the other
questions put to him; but the next
day I am asked to dinner by my en-
ployec (who, for his brothers sake,
shows me the utmost civility). On en-
tering the room find his daughter just
putting away lavender-col silk
scarf, on which she has been embroid-
ering in silver what looks to me like a
crest and coat-of-arms.
"I don't mind your seeing what
am about, Citizen Lomaque,' says she;
for | know my father can trust you.
That scarf is sent back to us by the
purchaser, an ex-emigrant lady of the
old aristocratic school, to have her fam
lily coat-of-arms embroidered on it,.
Rather dangerous commission,
even in these mercifully democratic
times, is it not?' says I.
~ OAb lnuS Ou lAuSL huU", says
she, is as proud as Lucifer; and hav-
ing got back safely to France in these
days of moderate republicanism. thinks
she may indulge with impunity in all
her old-fashioned notions She has been
an excellent customer of ours, so my
father thought it best to humor her.
without, however, trusting her COM
mission to any of the work-room wom-
en- to execute. We are not living under
the Reign of Terror now, certainly; still
there is nothing like being on the safe
side
Nothing l answer. Pray what is
this ex-emigrant's name?
Danville.' replies the Cheyenne
Clairfait. She is going to appear in
that fine scarf at her sons marriage
'Marriage?' I exclaim, perfectly
thunderstruck.
Yes, says she. What is there so
amazing In that? By all accounts, the
son, poor man, deserves to make a lucky
marriage this time. His first wife was
taken away from him in the Reign of
Terror by the guillotine.'
Whom is he going to marry?' in
quired, still breathless.
1.-The daughter of General Berthelin
an ex-aristocrat by family, like the
old lady, but by principle as good re-
publican as ever lived-a hard-drink-
ing, loud-swearing, big-whiskered old
soldier who snaps his fingers at his an
cestors and says we are all descended
from Adam, the first genuine sans-cu-
lotte in the world.
in this way the Cheyenne Clairfait
gossips on all dinner-time, but says
nothing more of any Importance. |,
with my old police-office habits, set to
the next day, and try to make some dis
coveries for myself. The sum of what /
find out Is this: Danvilleis mother fs