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at st. Lazare: and he profited in pre-
cisely the same manner that you prof
tied by the timely instruction which
overthrow the Reign of Terror. knew
this, and knew that he walked out of
prison In the character Of prosecuted
victim Of Robespierre's-and for bet
ter than three years past I know no
more. Now listen. Last week l 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 O sealed
parcel. which he hands to one of the
shopmen. saying:
"'Give that to Citizen Clairfait.'
Any Names? says the shopman.
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?' I ask.
No, says the shopmen. He is here
in attendance On customer of ours
IN old ex-aristocrat named Danville.
She Is on 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 I put to him: but the next
day am asked to dinner by my en-
ployec (who, for his brothers sake.
shows mo the utmost civility). On en-
tering the room find his daughter just
putting away lavender-colored silk
scarf. on which she has been embroid-
ering In silver what looks to me like a
crest and coat-of-arms.
81 don't mind your seeing what I
an about, Citizen Lomaque,' says she;
for l Know my father can trust you.
That scasS Is sent back to us by the
purchaser, an eX-emigrant lady Of the
old aristocratic school, to have her fam
lily coat-of-arrls embroidered on It,
Rather dangerous commission.
even in these mercifully democratic
times, is it ,aot?' says /.
1.-The ole lady, you must know 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 answer. Pray what is
this eI-cmigrant's rame?'
"-Danyillc,' replies tho Cheyenne
Clairfai7. she is going to appear in
that fine scarf at her sons marriage
Marriage? I exclaim. perfectly
tnunderstruch.
YES says she. What IS there so
amazing IN that? By all accounts, the
SOD, poor man, deserves to make lucky
marriage this time. His first wife was
taken away from him in the Reign Of
Terror by the guillotire.'
Whom Is he going to marry?' in
uI1ILEL, ELil1 DIEhdDlSSS.
The daughter OF General Berthelin
an ex-ayistocrat by family, like the
old lady. but by principle as good a re-
publican 81 ever lived-a hard-drink-
ing. loud-swearing. big-whiskered old
soldier who snaps his fingers at his an
oestorg ard says We are all descended
froI, Adam, tho first genuine sans-cu-
lctte in tho world
I'm this way the Cheyenne Clairfait
gcssipS on all dinner-time, but SAYS
nothing more OF any Importance. 1,
with my old police-ofIice habits, set to
the next day. and try to make some dis
coyeries for myself. The sum of what I
find ont Is this: Danyille's mother is
staying with General Berthelin's sis
ter and daughter at Chalons, and Dan
vile himself is expected TO arrive
every day to escort them all three to
to be signed ct the generals house. Dis
covering this, and seeing that prompt
action is now of the most vital impor-
lance. I undertake, as / told you, my
employers commission for Paris; de-
part with all speed; and stop here on
my way. Wait! I have not done yet.
All the haste can make is not enough
to give me good start Of the wedding
party. On my road here, the diligence
BY which I travel is passed by car
riage, posting along at full speed.
cannot see inside that carriage; but I
look at the box seat. and recognize on
1t the old man Dubois. lie whirls by
In cloud of dust, but I am certain Of
him, and say to myself, what now
say to you. no time is to be lost!
mo time shall be lost" answered
Trudaine, firmly. "Three years have
passed." he continued, in a lower voice.
speaking to himself rather than to
Lomaque; three years since the day
when l led my sister out Of the gates
of the prison-three years since said
in my heart will be patient, and will
not seek to avenge myself. Our wrongs
cry from earth to heaven; from man
who inflicts to God who redresses.
When the day of reckoning comes, let
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