Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1897-04-01

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show; when the three were startled BY
the sudden appearance Of a man who
throwing open the folds Of his cloak
which had concealed his face, stepped
forward from a hidden nook, and
spoke gaily:
Good day, my fair gardener! Sell
me one of your bouquets, 1 pray YOU
Jules saw the deadly pallor which
oVerspread his companions face, and
dextrously bending between them, him
self singled out bouquet and held 1t
toward the stranger.
The sharp, keen eye of the latter
roVed over his features triumphantly
but without remark, he accepted the
bouquet, and again turning to the girl
he inquired the price.
She had summoned resolution enough
10 answer without sign Of trepidation.
He hunted up the money, took his
bouquet, and marched away, never
once turning to glance behind.
Chlotilde-as he called her-seized
Jules arm, and drawing him aside,
che whispered:
1--WE must fly! not an hour, not a
moment, not second can be lost. 1t
was M. Pierre; he knew me beyond a
doubt; read his malignant triumph
on his face. Oh, Jules! let US get to
Emile-somehow, as speedily as posi-
be-"
Jules perceived at once the dangerous
emergency.
Get your hat and cloak, Chlotilde;
we will go with the boy to find Emile.
What can we find to I'LL our baskets, to
give us excuse for reaching him"
Chlotilde pointed to her plants.
Without another word, Jules hasten
ed to dig them up, and set them in the
basket; while she entered the cottage
for the few articles she dared take
with her.
Side by side they followed, breath
lessly, the lead of the wondering peas
ant boy, and went on into the crowd
and stir of the city. They were too
excited and eager to be aware OF the
dark browed, villainous looking man.
who followed stealthily in their steps
never losing sight of them for mo-
ment.
The streets were alive with dense
throng Of people, and it was evident
some great event was at hand, by the
cleaning eyes, violent gesticulations,
and set faces of the multitude, who all
seemed surging in one direction.
The guide, in spite of the remon-
STRANGE Of Jules, Joined the living tide,
with the careless explanation:
I'VE shall be sure to find citizen
Emile at the square; the Gray Falcon
is always at hand when such sport Is
going on. It has something to do with
the Austrian woman; maybe they are
to take of her head to-day. You're In
luck to be in to see the sight"
Lady Felicie strove to hide the shud-
der which ran through her frame at
these words, and glanced apprehen-
sively at her companion.
Jules had turned deadly pale, his
lips were set, his eyes cleaned fierce
ly as he answered:
TELL me where we can find the Gray
Falcons usual resort, and then you
may go your way. We have no time to
waste now"
The boy laughed coarsely, as the
crowd growing more and more dense
took them along with 1t.
"You have no other choice" said he;
land there be those in Paris who
would take you up right smartly for
calling It waste of time to see the
neck Of tyranny broken on the shrine
Of freedom"
Jules took the rebuke mildly. The
horrors of witnessing the terrible scene
his imagination presented, had quite
overpowered his fears for personal
safety, but now once again returned the
remembrance Of their own danger.
1--WE shall sell nothing here, Chic
tide" said he; "if We could only see
the Gray Falcon, we might return again
to witness the brave sights"
A broad shouldered, red-faced vira-
20, one of a crowd of fiercely gesticu-
lating Amazpns, overheard his words.
"What do you expect to do with the
flowers, white face? You had better
throw them away and take up a pike.
There are no fine lords to buy your
bouquets now; why do you bring them
here?"
"Are the fine lords the only ones to
enjoy fowers?" answered Jules. 81
thought we citizens were to be allow
ed to enjoy them now. They are ma
lures jewels, she puts them around the
cottage more plentifully than before
the palace. Take bunch, citizens, and
see how pretty It will make you look
so young and gay. you know"
The woman laughed coarsely, thrust
out her horny hand for bouquet, and
fastened 1t at her breast.
well, well, at the best, can make
use Of 1t, for, when the proud Austrian
lays her dainty head on the block, III