The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-11-25
CHAPTER NII-Continued.
That Which Remained.

Without, but the doors thickness from
where he stood, there arose a tumult Of
sound. shouts. cries, imprecations, en-
treaties, as though the walls of some asy-
lum for the unfortunate had broken away
and allowed its inmates to escape unre-
strained, irreclaimable, impossible to con-
troll.
Down with Jean Las! Down with Jean
Las rose cadenced. rhythmic shout
the accord Of a mob Of Paris beating into
Its tones. And this steady burden was
broken by the cries Of Enter! Enter!
Break down the door! Kill the monster
Assassin! Thief! Traitor: No word of
the vocabulary Of scorn and loathing was
wanting in their cries.
Hearing these cries, the face Of this
fighting man now grew hot with anger,
and now it paled with grief and sorrow.
Yet he faltered not but stepped on, con-
fidently. The SWISS opened the door and
stood at the head of the flight of stairs.
Tall, calm, pale, fearless, John Law stood
facing the angry mob. his eyes shining
brightly. He laid his hand for an insta ut
upon his sword. yet it was but to unbuckle
the belt. The weapon he left leaning
against the wall. and so stepped on down
toward the crowd.
He was met by rush Of excited men
and women, scream ming. cursing, giving
vent to inarticuate and indistinguishable
speech. A man laid his hand upon his
shoulder. Law caught the hand, and
with swift wrench Of the wrist. threw
the owner Of 1t to the ground. At this the
others gave back, and for half a moment
silence ensued. The mob lacked just the
touch Of rage to hurl themselves upon him.
He raised his hand and motioned them
aside.
Are you not Jean Las?" cried one
dame excitedly, waving in his face a
handful Of the paper shares Of the latest
issue in the company Of the Indies. Are
you not Jean Las? Tell me, then, where
Is my money for these things? What
shall l get for this rotten paper?'
You are Jean Las the director gen
eral!' cried a man. pushing up to his
side. Twas you that ruined the COM
pany. See! Here is all that I have" He
wept as he shook his bunch Of paper in
John Laws face. Last week 1 was
. worth half million!" He wept, and tore
across with 1mpotent rage, the bundle of
worthless paper.
Down with Jean Las! Down with Jean
Las! came the recurrent cry. A rush
followed The carriage, towering
above the ring Of the surround
ing crowd showed it's coat of
paving stone crashed through its heavy
window. knife ripped up the yelyets OF
the cushions
Inc coachman was pulled from his box.
The. horses. plunging with terror, were
cut loose from the pole and led away With
shouts and cries Of rage and busy zeal.
one mailman We'd with another In tearing,
cutting and destroying the vehicle, until
1t stood there ruined, without means of
locomotion, defaced and useless And
still the ring Of desperate humanity closed
around him who had late been ma ster of
all France.
What do you want. my friends?" asked
he, calmly as for an instant there came a
lull In the tumult. He stood looking at
them curiously now. his dulling eyes re-
garding them as though they presented
some new and interesting study. What Is
It that you desire?'' he repeated.
We want our money" cried score of
voices. I'VE want back that which you
have stolen"
You are not exact" replied Law, calm
ly. Il have not your money. nor yet have
/ stolen 1t. If you have suffered by this
foolish panic, you do not mend matters by
thus treating me. BY heaven, you go the
wrong way to get anything from me! Out
of the way, you canaile! Do you think
to brighten me? I made your city. I
made you all. Now, do you think to
Brighten me. John Law"
oh! You would go away, YOU want to
escape" cried the voices Of those near at
hand. I'VE will see as to that!''
Again they fell upon the carriage. and
still they hemmed him in closer.
True, am going away" said Law.
But you can not say that tried to steal
away without your knowing it. There. up
the stairs, are my papers. You will see in
time that have concealed nothing. Now
am going to leave Paris, it is true; but
pot because am afraid to stay here. TITS
for other reason, and reason of mine own. ~
"'Twas you who ruined Paris--this city
which you now seek to leave!' shrieked
he 6o wi hoa ctil
shaking her useless bank notes in he1
hand.
"Oh. very we'll my friend. For the ar
gument let us agree upon that sai6
Law.
You ruined our company, our beautiful
company cried another.
Certainly. Since l was the origina to-