Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1896-04-16

In confinement at the Temple, unno-
ticed in the political confusion out OF
doors, just as you remained unnoticed
at st. Lazare: and he profited in pre-
cisely the same manner that you prof
tied by the timely insurrection which
overthrow the Reign OF Terror. Iknew
this, and knew that he walked out OF
prison In the character Of a prosecuted
victim Of Robespierre's-and for bet
ter than three years past l know no
more. Now listen. Last week 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 Clalrfalt.'
"'Any name? says the shopman.
"'The name Is of no consequence,
answers the old man; hut 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 shopman. He is here
in attendance on a customer of ours
an old ex-aristocrat named Danvlle.
She is on visit in our town
II leave you to imagine how that re-
ply startles and amazes me. The shop
man can answer none of the other
questions l put to him: but the next
! day l am asked to dinner by my en-
| ployer (Who, for his brothers sake,
shows me the utmost ciyility). On en-
tering the room l find his daughter just
putting away a lavender-colored silk
scarf, on which she has been embroid-
ering In silver what looks to me like a
crest and coat-of-arms.
at don't mind your seeing what I
am about, Citizen Lomaque,' says she;
for l 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 a dangerous commission,
even in these mercifully democratic
times, is it not?' says l.
"'The old lady, you must know says
she, is as proud as Lucifer; and hav-
ing got back safely to France in these
days of moderate republlcanism, thinks
she may indulge with impunity in all
her old-fashioned notions. She has beer
an excellent customer of ours, so my
father thought 1t best to humor her
without, however, trusting her com.
mission to any Of the wOrk-room WON.
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 1 answer. Pray what is
this ex-emigrants Nance
Danville, replies the Cheyenne
Clairfait. She is going to appear in
that fine scarf at her sons marriage
Marriage? 1 exclaim, perfectly
thunderstruck.
Eyes, says she. What is there sc
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
CURED, still breathless.
1.-The daughter Of General Berthelir
an ex-aristocrat by family, like tn,
old lady, but by principle as good a 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 Clairfail
gossips on all dinner-tlme, but says
nothing more Of any Importance.
with my old police-office habits, set tC
the next day, and try to make some dis.
coveries for myself. The sum of what ]
find out is this: Danville'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 tC
Paris, where the marriage-contract is
to be signed at the generals house. Dis.
covering this, and seeing that prompt
action is now Of the most vital impor-
lance. l undertake, as | told you, my
employers commission for Paris; de.
part with all speed; and stop here or
my way. Wait! have not done yet
All the haste can make is not enough
to give me a good start of the wedding
party. On my road here, the diligence
by which travel Is passed by a car
riage, posting along at full speed.
cannot see inside that carriage; but
look at the box seat, and recognize on
1t the old man Dubois. He whirls by
in cloud Of dust, but am certain OF
him. and I say to myself, what l now
say to you, no time is to be lostw
No time shall be lost" answered
Trudalne. firmly. "Three years have
passed." he continued. in a lower voice
speaking to himself rather than to
Lomaque; three years since the day
when | led my sister out Of the gates
Of the prison three years since I said
in my heart | will be patient, and will