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

| spIred all the poets OF the day-Iul
tastasio first among them. The iailol
forbade Rosalie TO arrange the Queen
hair, however and, saying it was "hl:
right he endeavored to take it out o
the young maids hands, but the Queer
arranged it herself-no one but th'
executioner having a right to toucl
her thenceforth When she had ar
ranged her lovely blonde hair, which
grew about her forehead with SO ma
jestic and natural grace, she pG1tet
her curls in front and covered then
with a little perfumed powder, anc
then she put on simple little car
which shs had worn for twelve days
The next day, being kindly dlspos
ed, the Revolution permitted them tt
bring from the Temple to the Queen
few batiste chemises' some handker
chiefs, fichus, silk stockings, and {
white pelgnoir for the morning, few
nightoaps and some little bits of white
ribbon. The Queen smiled sadly as
she received these poor relics of hel
former grandeur. 'Oh!" sne said, Il
recognise my sisters kind thought of
me in these, For it was Madam Eli
za5eth herself who had sent these
clothes to her. When seeing all this
unexpected wealth the Queen took
courage, and asked for a second mourn
ing cap; but finding she could not pay
for it she thought, perhaps, there was
enough lawn in her one cap to make
two" Tell me, do you know a great
er mourning than that or one SO humb
ly worn?
The order was that the prisoner
should not be allowed any books or
paper, OF even thread or scissors, in
order, no doubt, that she should be
deprived of everything that might
distract her from her sorrows. But
she, however, finding little bit of old
carpet IN her cell, pulled out the
threads from it, and with them anus
ed herself by making little braid,
her knees serving her as acushion and
some pins doing the rest. Sometimes
OF Sundays bel jailor brought her a
few flowers in an earthen pot, which
alone would make her smile sadly
she who never smiled any more. and
who loved flowers 50 dearly. All! the
lovely flowers of Trianon, the dear
friends of her leisure hours. The
sweet roses she cultivated with her
own hands, the pinks that bore her
name, the tender marguerites that
bloomed at the caressing touch of
their Queen, and the soft, pearly dew
which fell from those fountains
thai were silent neither day or night.
All! The fields enameled with wild
flowers that she loved to wander in,
shaded 10y her large straw hat, or the
white doves that would come to eat
out of her small white hands; al me!
where had they fled, those happy
days.
Soon the jailor ceased bringing her
any roses; they gave the captive too
much pleasure, and he was afraid of
Fouquier Tinville. They saw that
the Queen, too, loved the sweet face
and tender, pity;ng look of the young
Breton peasant girl, so they placed an
enormous screen to seperaie them {;
would stand on tip toes and look over
tie barrier, as though to say to the
poor Queen: II am still here, madam"
But these moments were so short
Behind this screen were placed the
gendarmes, and with them a liberated
convict, named Barassin, who was SO
dirty that when he would leave the
place for little while, the Queen,
made almost i'll by the foul atmosphere
of the cell, would beg Rosalie to burn
a little piece of paper to change the
air. Rosalie had obtained permission
to brush the Queens shoes. They
were pretty little black kid ones,
which easily could have been taken
for Cinderella's, so small they were
All France had been Frustrated before
these two little feet, that would have
been adored for their beauty alone,
even were they not the feet of Queen.
The cold and humidity of the prison
hoor clung to these light shoes as mud
would have done % Il winters day.
One day Republican gendarme oven
took pity on them, and taking his sa
bre scraped with care all the moisture
which covered the tiny soles.
In the adjoining court yard, with
eyes fixed on the iron bars that sepa
rated them from their sovereign, were
kept some prisoners from the Temple,
Roylists devoted even to the death
There were aged priests of the church,
old officers of Fontenoy, and some
noblemen forgotten by the guillotine,
and all of them forgot their captivity,
their present misery, their approach
ing death, to think only of their Queen,
shut up there IN her miserable cell.
And SO it happened that when these
poor unfortunates saw the gendarme
wiping the Queens shoes, they held
out their hands to him in supplicating Z
prayer, and he out of pity passed one
of the little shoes between the bars to
them, who, taking it, kissed it with re
weren't, faithful lips.
At twelve O'Clock the jailor would
bring the Queen her dinner, which
consisted of half chicken and few
vegetables, which she was forced to
eat with common pewter fork. The
Queen would eat this from off little
table, no one waiting on her. More
than one prisoner, though, would wait
til her meagre repast was over, anc
begged for some of the crumbs which
had fallen from this poor, but still
royal table, and happy and proud was
he who could drink from the Queen:
glass; for bending low, with uncover
ed head. he would drink her majesty
health.
There was neither bureau nor ward
robe, or even little mirror in her cell
but after many prayers the Queen OBJ
tanned permission to have small pa
per box in which to keep her few
clothes, and tiny looking glass, which
she hung on the same nail where sh
had kept her watch, and on that da.
she was as pleased as though they ha'
brought to her the lovliest Venetia
mirror and the handsomest furnitur
! in bUule.
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