Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-15

found thieving, we shetland we piled
it in our old market place, and there
1T Is for the %populace to eat"
But the money!" inquired the girl,
still staring hard at the little golden
pile.
is is tin" said the man. Money
can buy nothing. These''-and he ran
the coins through his fngers-"are the
playthings for children. The era Of
good citizenship is coming, of brother
hood, of equality, and no money will
be wanted. We will live like brothers,
and there will be an end Of all this
misery. We found a chest full of these
pretty things; we stuffed our pockets
with them to show to our children and
grandchildren as the tokens for which
in the dark age of servitude and slav-
cry we sold our labor and sacrificed
our lives. Take a handful of this to
the Market-place and offer it for two
loaves OF bread and you will be laugh
GU dIs yin at dcIlOuiCtd dS all dTfS-
tocrat. But so there and say: II am a
woman of France, and I am hungry,
and o will get food, plenty and
abundant. o, Juliette, when the walls
of the Bastile went down with a roar
and the dust blinded one inc dry-caked
ones threat, | felt knew-that the
thunder of those tumbling battlements
was the end of misery, that the new
era had come"
He walked sharply about the apart
ment. The strain of excitement had
wrought havoc with his nerves. The
events of the past days. had over
mastered him, and now he was all
j buoyant, unguided enthusiasm. The
character of the docile BAKER had been
/ flung from him like a cloak. This
feeling Of power, the heated vision Of
regenerated France, intoxicated him.
At another time those dirty, dusty
clothes and split shoes, the old musket
and grimy ribbons would have pro-
voked laughter. But his earnestness
gave them dignity.
Juliette was proud of her lover. I'M
shaver, hollow-eyed, wearied though
he was. She felt something like a hot
breath on her bosom as she realized
that this man, this Paul Lemare, was
hers, hers only. Though Paris might
crumble to dust, she was confident in
the possession of the great prize.
Paul continued: at has only been in
these last few days / have understood
what / may become. Do you not know
that leaders are wanted, men to lead the
others. to arrange. to control? Already
my voice is listened to, already grey
boards say to me: What think you. Citi-
zen Lemare?' and. J~uliette. 1 see the day
when out of all this wreckage l shall be
acclaimed a great man. Then Juliette,
will you understand that maybe I am
worth loving?"
81 understand now" said Juliette.
But she understood more. She under
stood that the path Paul was treading led
to madness. This Dragging man was not
like her old Paul. The turmoil of events
had unbalanced him. He was frantic with
understandable vigor. He had no care for
himself: he thought neither of rest nor
sleep. The rush of Indignation against
the aristocracy of France seemed to be
buried under the swelling wave of per-
sonal ambition. of snatching power and
holding it in that whirlpool OF diseon-
tent. of standing high on the pedestal of
glory, and he a giant in the eyes of all
men.
1t was a disease much prevalent In that
feverish period of the Revolution. and
led to the guillotine.
hliette, with a woman's perception.
kYp thai her lovers nerves were strain
ed Ito the swapping point. She spoke
: smoothly to him and Gained him.