Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-22

for sculptors nowadays. She is pale
and sickly. / will fetch her. and we
will all three go together"
The thought of kindness to frail
Louise gave the stronger girl sweet
satisfaction.
With hurried feet then she sped
back. She climbed the high, rickety
staircase without ever a pause, and
hurst into the little room where Louise
Chabroy lived.
A glance would have told the most
casual looker-on why the sympathies
Of the brave, beautiful Southern wo-
man went out to the little and weak
model girl. Louise. had a slmperins,
babyish prettiness. BY the very gen
tleness Of her nature she was inclined
to lean upon those stronger than her
self. Fair, blue-eyed, winsome, re-
duced to distress in these harsh times,
lacking self-reliance, she had in recent
weeks given her worship to the eager,
black-eyed, hot blooded Southerner. A
woman who, by personal magic, had
been able to sway and lead and hold
in check the great throng of starving
women, was a goddess in her eyes.
How the girl frightened as she
greeted Juliette! A happy smile came
to her pale face, and with little cry
she crossed the room and kissed her
visitor. Taking the blood-red cap Of
Liberty between her fingers, she ar
ranged it more prettily on Juliette's
head.
Come said Juliette, somewhae
breathless with her run, there is to
be TIE Deum in Notre Dame. This is
the day, my Louise, when our hap
piness begins, and praises are to be
sung in our great cathedral Where is
your cap? Here, put it on, and push
back your hair; now tie it with this
ribbon Now your sabots: fasten
them Where is your girdle? All,
what a thick leather girdle it is,
studded with nails, for such a small
girl. Let me help you.
So the elder girl, with kindly, COM
handing words, helped the younger to
dress for her thanksgiving day. Louise
was filled with childish mirth that her
friend should have come for her, ana
ha Iot OH oil NJ hA
haste. The love between the two was
pretty to behold. By their very unlike
nesses they had been drawn together |
Then, taking each other by the waist
they blithely picked their way down
the dark and creaking staircase.
Fretting a little with the Impotence
of a nervous man kept waiting, they
found Paul pacing the street below
1--WE shall be late" he said, swiftly.
"All Paris is moving to Notre Dame, |
and the church will be unable to hold |
one-tenth of us
He took a hand OF each of the two |
SlIlS, anu ali lHIte btSdH W luh
through the uneven. winding streets.
Paul rather dragged the others. for
though his heart had worn him to
sallow feebleness, he was held up by
the violent ardency of his determine
ton.
"The King and the Queen will be
there?" asked Louise once, when they
stopped for a moment to gain breath.
The King and Queen" growled
Paul ARE prisoners at Versailles. This
is a gathering of the people, where
there are no Kings and queens, but
only equals
81 think" said Louise, that if the
women of Paris went to Versailles ana
asked the Queen as a woman-for she
is a woman, and has her tears and
anxieties like the rest-she would give
us bread"
BAH" growled Paul. "The aristo-
Gratis give us nothing but gunshots and
DEATH 4
Then they went on again.
Often Juliette cast sidelong glances
at her lover. Truth to tell, she was a
little afraid His eagerness in those
choking days of revolution would carry