Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-06
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a1wzys Of ner sex. and the other with
sawsd head and body bent as though
she would hide from observation.
The passionate mob had no difficulty
IN coming TO a decision which to fol-
low. They had all mobs hatred for
.7vope on whom an aristocrat looked
g-ind.v. The fact that Louise had soft
hands. that she had never stood in the
market place by a stall and. above all,
shat the King had smiled at and kissed
bsr. these things were sufficient for
har condemnation.
+ II all took place in a moment. Ere
ehe mob. frenz.ed with the supposed
insult from the King. and imagining
nat the tramp through the mire from
paris had been in vain, realized what
# WAS doing, it dashed at Louise.
there was a rush, scurry, and a
5save. as, half-unconscious, she was
seized in the brawny arms OF he1-soul-
III women and carried down .he avenue.
1t was thought good act to aim
blow at her, thing worthy to give
tug at her loosened hair, noble to smite
her in the mouth with open fist
Cruel names were hurled at her. Poor
little Louise soon lost all conscious
ness. She was like clay in the hands
of those who assaulted her.
Juliette chilled at the sight. She did
not argue that she alone had been the
cause of all this outrage. She stood
cold as marble and transfixed. while
her eyes glared upon the swaying, ours
ing mob buffeting the girl who had
been her little friend
MY Cod" she cried aloud, realsing
all. They are killing her. Stay, stayi"
she screeehed.
But nobody was listening. The crowd
was surging back to the gates, and the
nerce oaths mingled with the cry: ITO
the lamp-post! To the lamp-post with
her."
Despite the jealousy of her nature,
Iuliette was not vindictive. She had
given a wrong Interpretation of what
had taken place before the King be-
cause of a confused view of what had
happened rather than from actual IN
tent. She had been stung to the quick
that little Louise, whom she regarded
as child in her care. should have sue
ceeded where she had failed. Now her
better nature, her true womanliness,
SCARED to the top. She was creature
of impulse, swaying first this side then
on that. but generous, eager, moved ~
passion rather than by reason.
my Cod" she repeated again, this
time to herself. They will hang her!
They will hang herr
She ran down the steps and dashed
through the fringe of the crowd. With
quick elbowing she parted way TO
where the concourse was thickest. But
II was like a knot, and her progress
was checked.
Recognising the futility of her action
she worked back from the mob, moved
to one side and then ran ahead of the
clamorous crowd.
Here she met woman who knew
her.
1T is a mistake she screamed, al
hnost demented at the thought OF what
was occurring.
They are killing Louise Chabrey!
Ut is mistake! They would to the
gamp-post with her. Oh, my God, we
must stop them"
She and the woman stood firm, and
cleft the rush of the murderers In
twain.
1T is a mistake, Juliette Marigny
says it is a mistake!" began to rise the
shout.
The cry mixed with that of: ITO
the lamp-post! TO the lamp-post with
her,'
the knot of humanity with Louise IN
the centre, surged strong upon the pro-
testing women.