The Saint Paul globe., 1900-10-01
CHAPTER XI.
WE HAVE DONE WITH TEARS AND
PAR II III.
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and listen TO WnaC Sne mas TO say.
have no doubt it will be interesting"
Then Cornelia read aloud the following
words:
Ny Dear Friend Cornelia-Even as 1
am writing you my pen is shaking
with terror, for 1 hear men and women
who are going to the tumbril come jolt
ing along and L know that it is loaded
with innocent men and women who are
going to the guillotine; and / know also,
that it is accompanied by a mob of dread
full creatures-mostly women-for l hear
them singing-no screamingin a kind
of rage.
Famine anarchy. murder, are every
where; and I live from moment to NOM
ent, trembling if step comes near me.
For Athanase is imprudence itself. His
opinion will be the death of him. He will
not desert the Girondists, though Mr..
Morris tells him their doom is certain.
And yet Paris makes q pretense Of
being gay and of enjoying itself. We
go to- the theater and the opera, and
we dance as it were, red wet-shod to
the hideous strains of the Carmagnole.
1t is indeed a dance of death. The other
night we were at a reception given by
Dumouriez
The salons were filed with flowers and
beautiful women; among them the ma
jestic Nine. Vesteries, and the lovely
Mile Candeille, who was singing a song
when there arose a sudden indescribable
noise, growing louder, and then the cry
of Marati Marat! and the Friend of the
People entered Now 1 shall spare a
few minutes to tell you, that no one has
made frightful enoug his large bony
face, his thin lipe and his livid COM
pleXion. He wore an old cermagnole,
a dirty handkerchief twisted about his
neck, leather breeches, shoes without
stockings, and a piece of red cotton
round his head from which there hung
a few locks of greasy hair. A nervous
twitching keeps him constantly NOV
ing. and he has the leprosy-that is
we'll konwn. He walked straight to
Dumouriez, who said disdainfully "Ah
are you the man they call Marat? ?"
Marat Immediately demanded from him
an account of military measures he had
taken. They had some sharp conyersa-
ton Which l did not hear, and Marat
finally went away uttering the most in
sulting threats, and leaving every one in
a state of mortal terror. The next day
the news boys were shouting 1.-The discov-
cry of a great plot by Marat the Friend
of the Peoplei Great Meeting of Aristo-
crats at Talmas, ETC.
This is the kind of pleasure we have;
as to religion, there is no longer amy re-
ligion The mob have no fear cf hell,
and as for the guiliotine, it is their opera
8 and their perpetual comedy. Very soon
these things must bring ON France the
chastisement of the Lord; ana 1 shall
not be, sorry for it.
a. have told you the truth about our
condition. because 1 have just had let
ter from my father, and he talks of
leaving his business in Claos Beregens
: care, and coming here to look after me.
You must. convince him, that he could do
me no good whatever, and that he might
do me much harm.
have had few letters from Rem,
but they do not satisfy me He is In
love, and not with you. Will you please
inform me what that means? Say to
Aunt Angelica that / am astonished at
her silence; and ask our good Domino to
pray that / may soon return to coun-
try, where God reigns. Never again do 1
wish to spend one minute in place
where there is no God; for whatever they.
may call that place, it's real name IS
he'll. Write me long letter and tell me
all the news Of New York, and. with my
respectful remembrance to your dear
father and mother. 7 am always your
loving friend, s
-Arenta,S Marquise de Tourraine
Poor Arenta!p said the doctor, when
Cornelia had finished the wretched
epistle. She is, however, showing the
mettle of the race from which she
sprang. The spirit Of the men who
fought Alva is in her. and l think she
will be a match for Marat, if it comes
to that Suppose you go and see Van
Ariens, and give him all the comfort you
can. Are you too weary?''
Il should like to see him. I am tired
now. Home is such a good doctor"
I think you will find him in his house
He comes from his office very early these
9 days.
cornelia crossed the street and was 60
ing to knock at the door, when Van
AllPnS hastily 5iC
shone with pleasure, and when CorneIia
told him her errand, he was in a hurry
of loving anxiety to hear what his child
had written
Il understand, he said, when he had
heard the letter. "She is frightened, the
poor little enc! But she will smile and
say, 1t is nothing. That is her way
However. yet think l must go to her."
DO not" urged Cornelia. France is
now at war with Holland, and you would
be recognized as a Dutchman''
'Thatzis SO. My tongue would tell tales
on me; and to go-even to heavenly
the guillotine, is not what a good man
would wish No, indeed!''
And you may see by Arenta's letter
that she does not fear the guillotipc.
Come over tonight and talk to my father
and mother, and 1 will tell you what
saw in Philadelphia.
We'll, then, 1 will come'
Then he took both Cornelia's hands In
his, and, looking at her earnestly, said:
Poor Rem! Impossible, is it?"
Quite impossible, SIR she answered.
When he got thy letter refusing his
love and offer he went to Boston.
think he will not come back to u.s.
am very sorry he said simply, and he
let her hands drop.
II am sorry, also-for your sake. I
hear, however, that Rem is doing well in
Boston"
Better than his hopes. Very good for
tune has come to him.
And you, sir?"
Il am not doing much at present-but
Smith and Warren do less In an hour
or two to your house 1 will come. There
Is plenty to talk about"
The next day Cornelia walked down
Broadway to Nine. Jacobus' house 1t
was closed and desolate-looking, and she
sighed as she compared its old bright
spotless comfort with its present empty
forlornness. The change typified the
change in her heart and love, but ere she
could entertain the thought her eyes fell
upon the trees in the garden, full of
spring and she saw the early flowers
breaking through the dark earth and the
early shrubs bursting into white and
golden blooms. In some way there had
a message for her; and she went home
with hope budding in her heart
She was a deserted maiden Her lover