The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1897-04-22

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bouillon for her, and the young ser
want Rosaile was on her way to take it
to her when passing through the large
chamber as she was approaching the
Queen, Revolutionary policeman
snatcncd the cup from her hands. He
was low, hunch backed fellow, nam
ed 1.abuziere, who had for his mistress
one of the public women of the Palais
Royal whom he had placed on the
first row OF benches, in order that she
might assist, more at her ease. at the
torture of the widow Capet" Rosaile
thought at first that Labuziere was
Lot going to allow the Queen to have
the boullon, of which the unhappy
woman had such need, but he was
really meditatjng greater crime-to
s.ye TO an ignoble creature who wish
ee to have good look at the Queen,
an opportunity of approaching her
still closer, and so be took the broken
cup out of Rosaile's hands, who was
also in tears at this new insult. The
cup was given Labuziere's mistress,
and she, in her impertinent curiosity
to see the Queen. carried her the boul
lion, half of which she split on the way
every drop of which as it fell on the
floor was drop of blood less in her
Majesty's veins. That same day Marie
Antonette, the Queen of France, was
condemned to death, and Labuziere
wentoff to sup with his mistress.
Before the fatal day arrived the
Queen asked for a priest: the Repub-
lie sent her one of its own, whom the
Queen refused to see and knelt alone
before her God At last the day of
her deliverance came. The day be-
fore the royal victim had mended with
her own hands the black dress which
she wished to wear to the scaffold, but
as she had appeared before her judges
too handsome and majestic in this
poor widows gown, they would not
permit her to wear it on the day of
her death, so that it was in the white
peignor which her sister Elizabeth
sent her that she went to the guillO-
tine. Of her two widows caps she
had made one, but without strings or
any sigh of nourning-shen no longer
needed to wear mourning for any one.
She arranged her lovely hair for the
last time, and shuddered to find it had
grown perfectly white in her last
Gwentyfo hours! She finished her
last toilette by putting on her feet the
same little shoes she had taken good
care to preserve, and which she had
not spoiled in the seventy six days that
she had constantly worn them.
Shall l dare to tell you what Rosaile
relates? that the Queen, half hidden
between the wall and her small bed.
was endeavorlng to change her clothes
when the gendarme on guard bent
down in order to see her, and when
her Majesty turned toward him, her
eyes full of tears, and prayed him in
the name of honor to desist he replied
that he was acting on his orders; and
when she changed her dress, moved
by feeling of modesty, the poor wo
man folded it up with care and hid it
under the mattress of her bed-and all
this time the eXecutioner was waiting.
Hardly had the Queen left her mis-
cradle cell to go to her death, before
the officers of the Republic, fearing, it
would seem, some miracle might take
place to avenge her, sent the jailors to
take everything that had been used by
the Queen, and they wrapped them
all up in the sheets of her bed and
carried them off, no one knows with
er You know how the executioner
tied brutally together the Queens
small hands, how he cut her cap which
she had taken such pains to mend, and
then her beautiful HAIR, which when
cut he put i'll his pocket-to burn
afterward. And, you know ABOUT the
little child who held out its hands to
the august victim as she mounted the
scaffold, SO that for an instant she
thought it was her son, the martyred
child whom she would only see again
in heavenl
You know that she wrote her will
secretly while lying in her bed, and
that it was found and given to Fou-
quier-Tinville And, finally, you know
all about her death, and you do not
ask me to tell it to you-for see! l can
no more!