Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1897-11-19
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E(C " EU. w NO III News,
RS,Sl 'Ql3ks y hope?"
,SS8{Af7fy NY Nothing definite
SISSG5,EJJ but l am painful,
n n anxious for. for M
don't fully share the counts con
fidence. There was a logged, sui
len look on some faces to-day
and on others a suppressed exult
alton, which suggests to me that Paris
ian doings are not entirely unknown
Some terrible thing has happened il
Versailles, for one man muttered, wher
he thought the count was too far away
to hear, What do you think of Yer
sailles? How many are left of the
Guards?' All, madam, I fear every
thing horrible"
The countess sighed, but would not
add to his disquietude by the revela-
tons in her power to disclose.
The days wore on into weeks; the
weeks became a month. Continual re-
ports of additional horrors arrived, but
no sign of the Marquis Edward. In
vain, also, Lady Felicie strolled off
morning after morning, to the meadow
bridge. No longed-for blossoms ap-
peared. If Emile fingered much longer
the chilly winter winds would despoil
them all. The father was restless and
miserable, and dared not return to
search for his son. The count, too,
grew anxious and less confident. 1t
was terribly trying time for all. The
countess wasted away fearfully; the
suspense seemed consuming her very
life. M. Pierre still remained with
them, and outwardly everything pro-
ceeded calmly; but what feverish
tide surged and throbbed beneath the
assumed mask of Indifference on all
sides.
The count and his noble guest were
pacing the terrace just at twilight one
October afternoon, when a ragged fig
ure, in a rough peasant blouse, came
slowly up the avenue. The count lifted
his arm in a gesture of rebuke for the
presumption, but the forlorn-looking
creature gave no heed, only hurriedly
approached nearer. Suddenly the mar
quis with a sob of relief and astonish-
ment rushed to meet him.
Edward! Good Heavens! In what
a plight!'
Eyes, my father Thank Heaven, I
have reached you at last, but I am
nearly dead with exposure and suffei-
ing" exclaimed the youth, and as he
spoke he tottered and would have fall
en- but for the fathers outstretched
arm.
They carried him into the house
the balcony window, to save
the prying curiosity of the servants,
and so came most abruptly upon the
and her daughter in the little
parlor they had used constantly since
the counts return. Lady Felicies first
view of her betrothed husband was
not a very fiattering one. The
pale face, the disordered hair the rough,
stained clothing might well change
poor Edwards appearance. She retreat
ed in dismay, and left them busily re-
storing animation to the half insensible
youth. When at length she summoned
courage to return. he had been moved
nto an adjoining chamber. Her moth
er came out, and fiinging her arms
around her neck, fairly sobbed.
What is it, dear mammal" exclaim-
ID Felicie.
"Oh, my child, what horrible times
lave we fallen uponl That poor youth
has narrowly escaped with his life. He
las been in prison all of this time; he
escaped the day after a fearful massa-
re. The palace was sacked, the Guards
ut down; more than twenty thousand
ouls sent into eternity. The poor king
md the royal family are cl' sc prison
RS. La Fayette, himself, is denounced.
md has fled to Germany. The whole
and will be stepped in blood"
But now the Marquis Edward has
'ome, We shall all escape" said Fee
icie, soothingly, alarmed at the fixed
ook of anguish on her mothers face.
Heaven grant it, my child; for you.
It least, may there be safety, but wild
oreboding has seized me; | cannot
hake it off,"
"Hush, hush, my precious mamma,
ny blessed one, you are nervous and
,xcited. Perhaps, Emile has come. |
likewise. Oh, do rot give way. you
Who are all my support and strength"
The noble mother clasped her daugh-