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in which her native land was plunged.

| behind almost everything he said or
did. Louise shyly and timidly met his
advances. She was like frightened
bird, glad to receive a caress from a
| loving hand and yet in constant alarm
that the caress might change to an in
jury.
All her young life had been spent in
/ alternating happiness and fear. Her
| pretty face, her dulcet voice, her grace
| in the occupation she had followed as
an artists model, had gained for her
| smiles and tenderness. But often,
| when least expected, these had been
withdrawn, and she met with nothing
but rebuffs and hardships. When,
through the turmoil of events, she
found her occupation gone, what would
have become of her she least Of all
knew, had it not been for Juliette Mar
igny.
So, in all the schemes General Latour
devised for his daughter welfare, ac-
knowledging her to the world, having
her received by the Queen, setting her
up as a grand lady, Louise always
shook her head, and said: 81 could
never be happy unless | had my dear
sister Juliette with me -
To which Juliette would make an
swer: "But you are an artistoerat; |
have sworn to hate all aristocrats.
How could liette Marig y, the ca r
Of red cap of Liberty, be seen kissing
lady of Court who was honored by
the Queen"
but, Juliette," replied Louise, you
have already been received in private
audience by the Queen"
but never have been kissed by the
King" Juliette would make haste to
remark. Whereupon Louise blushed
deeply.
After that they smiled and laughed,
and said they would never separate.
The separation. however, was soon
to come. Juliette was glad indeed TO
get the rest and quiet in that quaint
old house, with the quaint old garden,
in a corner of Versailles where the do
ings of the great world outside only
came in whispers, or never came at all.
She was a true child of the people,
fiery, impetuous, eager for the noisy
streets, and she began to hunger to get
back to Paris. Also her heart yearned
for some news of Paul, whom she felt
she had so ungraclously sent adrift.
She was acquainted With his h gh spirit
too we'll to imagine for moment that
ever he would attempt to find her out.
Peace and harmony seemed to be
again settling on France. The Ma
tional Assembly was squabbling its
way into agreement respecting the
Constitution upon which the nation
would be rebuilt.
Winter, however, was beginning to
close in, and food was still lamentably
scarce But the hungry were buoyed
up by the next best thing to bread
hope! Already were there sounds Of
jubliation throughout the land. The
end was in sight.
When General Latour proposed that
the girls should move into a larger
dwelling he was preparing for their
benefit, and when costumiers and mu-
masters began to dance attendance,
Juliette decided she was travelling the
wrong road. She chided herself for
staying away from Paris for so long.
"Paris-I must return to Paris" she
kept saying to herself; cit is in Paris
should be. 1t is only in Paris l am
likely to meet Paul"
So, despite tears and protestations
on the part of Louise, she tore herself
away from Versailles. General Latour,
in as delicate a way as possible, want
ed to force purse upon Juliette. She
firmly declined. She was merely a
market-woman, she said, used from
her earliest years to earn her own liv-
inx, and If times should once more be
hard. she had been sufficiently schooled
to know how to go hungry.
One dull September morning, then.
she made her adieux, and set out to
trudge back to Paris.
Her heart was light. She felt like
a bird that had regained it's liberty.
She sang snatches of song picked up in
the market place and exchanged CHEEKY
good-mornings with the country folk
encountered on the road.
The way was strangely different from
that rain soaked night when she had
led the procession along the muddy
highway. She walked through the viii
lage hurriedly to avoid attention, for
she really did not want to be recog-
nized. There were couple of ostlers
loking and indulging in norseplay be-
meath the very arch where she had sat
stricken with chagrin and hate after
her scene with Paul and Louise. A
red-faced wench was leaning out of the
very window of the room in which she
had surprised her lover and her friend.
She tried to recall the angry words
she had said. But they refused to