Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-09-29

Louise glanced round the room search
ing for Paul. Seeing that he was away
and that Juliette was looking upon her
with the glance of a tigress, she,
/ whitening with fear. asked:
what is the matter. Juliette2" and
even made a movement forward.
Julfette raised her hand as though
she would strike.
Louise shrank with alright. What
is the matter?" she asked again, In an
amazed whisper.
Juliette laughed cruelty. "You play
the simpleton well" she said. Have
you lust left your new lover?
81 don't know what you mean. What
is it,"
Where is Paul." asked Juliette, in
voice of command.
"Paul?" repeated LoueS, still look
ing around. 81 thought he would be
here with you. Where is he?"
Juliette turned her flaming eyes upon
the younger girl. and. speaking slowly,
said: These are hard times, Louise,
and there is much to bear, but the
hardest pang a woman can ever bear
is when another woman takes from hef
the man she loves.
Still Louise did not comprehend. She
saw, however that the dark-haired girl
was i'll and trembling. All she could
think of to say was: "Juliette, viii
you not take some of this food?'
81 want no food prepared by your
hands" scornfully replied the other.
Il have been blind all this day.
thought that while | was leading the
women to Versailles, those in whom /
trusted would honor that trust. But
these are days when a man cannot be-
lieve in his brother man, nor woman In
her sister. | need no food; | am
strong, stronger than ever. and moth
ing shall pass these lips till the palace
OF Versailles is reached, and food Is
given us by the King and Queen.
She made as though going towards
the door. Louise, now family realizing
what was in the mind of her friend,
pleaded to her to stay
"Juliette," she said, do rest here, If
Only for an hour"
"And give you, said Juliette, with a
scott, zone hour ahead of me to Yer
sailles,"
mo, Juliette, we will go together.
Paul said it would be we'll If you and |
tOulu UldhR dDptdl manu- III heihh ~
the King"
"Then Paul" burst forth the indig-
nant woman, wants you to share the
ahonors of this day. There are thou
sands of women going to Versailles, but
only one leader, and you, thin and
weak, a doll of pink and white, what
would you do in this night of trouble
and distress? I am going alone-the
leaderl Never do I wish to see you or
Paul again. Go to the arms of your
lover"
Now, indeed, Louise fully compre-
hended what had occurred. She knew
the lack of foundation on which any
thought of treachery rested.
Tears flooded her eyes, and, stretch
ing out her arms, she said: 20 JUL
cite, you do us wrong; you do your
self wrong Paul loves you faithfully
and truly He in turn is man worth
any woman's love, and you are mad in
thinking he has taken his affection
from you and given it to me-
II want no honeyed wordsi" ex-
claimed Juliette, standing at the door
way. There is work to be done to-
day-a greater work than hagging
with you"
She was gone. The swift pattering
of her feet on the stairs could be heard.
Her heart was in a fluttering tumult.
But Louise had only one thought. Jul
liette was i'll, and it was now her part
to watch over her. She was deter
mined they should not part in anger.
So she squeezed her way from one
room to another and questioned the ex-
cited throngs as to where Juliette had
fed.
The only news she could gather was
that the passionate woman of fire had
rushed from the inn.
Louise ran into the street also.
Where is Juliette Marigny?" she de-
manded of the first group of women.
I'VE are to move in an hour" was
the answer of SEVERAL land Juliette
Marigny is calling the women in pro-
cession again. She has gone up the
village to the other hostelry."
Louise waited no longer. She scud-
ded over the humpy stones in search of
the acclaimed leader of the women.
There was a great concourse assem-
bled about the portals of the inn at
the other end of the village. the Plume
au Vent. Louise ran all the way. Be-
fore, however, the beseeching woman
got within the skirt of the crowd she
heard the voice of Juliette crying:
women, let us be on the move: we
have waited too long. To Versailles
to Versailles, Where is drum? Has
anybody a drum? Let it be sounded.
Let us get into procession again; let
us to the Palace of the King
Louise was at her elbow in an in
slant, tearfully pleading: "Juliette,
why are we not friends?"