The Washington times., 1902-09-28

Strewn and torn; all that was not carried
of by pillagers being thus destroyed. II
was yet n horrible sight days after the
mob had done their work. and slaugh-
tered bodies Of guards had been carried
away. and commissioners with their
clerks and assistants began to restore
order"
Ibid you see the Tuileries at that
time, monsieur"
II did. put on the clothes of one OF
my peasants, slumped in Jacquot' s
wooden shoes. and kept my mouth open
as we'll as could for the dust. The
fantastic was yet in my blood. Exile
takes that out OF everybody except your
royal uncle of Provence. But knew in
my heart what would help do with
that mob, il our turn ever came again!"
His dark eyes rested on the red wine
as on pool of blood.
Sick of the ruin, leaned out to look
in the garden. from window in the
Queens own apartment. stepped on a
shelf, which appeared fixed under the
window; but it moved, and found that
1t could be pushed on grooves into the
wall. There was cavity made to hold
it. 1t had concealed two armchairs
placed opposite each other, SO cunningly
that their paneIed sides yet looked a
part Of the thick wall. sat down In
one of them, and though the cushion was
stiff, 1 felt something hard under it."
Monsieur du Plessy glanced around in
every direction to satisfy himself that
no ears lurked within hearing.
"Eh. bien! Under the cushion found
the Queens jewel-casel Diamonds
bags of gold COMA half circlet of
gems!-since the great necklace was
lost such an array had not seen the
light in France. The value must be
far above million francs
The marquis fixed his eyes on me and
said:
What should have done with it. La
zarre?''
ut belonged to the royal family, 1
answered.
| But everything which belonged to the
royal family had been confscated to the
stale. mad just seen the belongings
of the royal family trampled as by cat
tie. First one tyrant and then another
| rose up to tell us what we should do,
| to batten himself off the wretched COM
monwealth, and then go to the guillotine
before his successor. AS a good citizen
l should have turned these jewels and
stones and coins over to the state. But
was acting the part Of Jacquot. and as
an honest peasant 1 whipped them under
my blouse and carried them away. In
my straits of exile l never decreased
them. And you may take inventory of
your property and claim 1t when we rise
from the table,
My heart came up in my throat.
reached across and caught his hands.
You believe in me-you believe in
met
do observe any etiquette with you,
Lazarre? This is the second time have
brought the fact to your notice. par
ticularly wish you to note that do not
observe any etiquette with you"
hudt uOeS UOy WHO mas Deen
brought up among the Indians know
about etiquette! But you accept me,
or you could not put the property you
have loyalty and at such risk saved for
my family, into my hands"
Il don't accept even your uncle of |
Provence. The king Of Spain and | |
prefer to call him by that modest title. |
Since you died or were removed from |
the Temple, he has taken the name of |
Louis XVIII, and maintained a court |
and the King of Spain. He is fine |!
Latinist: quotes Latin verse; and Keeps |
the mass bells everlastingly ringing; the |
Russians laugh at his royal masses: |
But in my opinion the sacred |
gentleman is either moral slush |
or very deep quicksand. 1t |
astonishos me- said the Mar
quis de Plessy, Ito find how many peo-
pie do disapprove of! really require
very little of the people 1 am obliged to
meet"
He smoo,hed my hands. which were
yet holding his, and exploded:
THE Count OF Provence is an old |
turtle! Not exactly reptile. for there
is food in him. But of devilsh fiat
head and cruel snap of the jaws!"
How can that be- l argued, when
his niece loves him SO? And even l. in
the American woods, with mind eclipsed,
was not forgotten. He sent me of the
money that he was obliged to receive in
charity,'
1T is easy to dole out charity money;
you are squeezing other peoples purses,
not your own. What l most object to In
the Count OF Provence is that assump-
ton Of kingly airs. providing the story
is true which leaked secretly among the
emigres The story which heard was
that the dauphin had not died. but was
an idiot in America. An idiot canno.
reign. But the throne of France is not
so loud for Bourbon at
present that the idiots substitute must
be proclaimed and hold Il beggars court
There are mad loyalists who swear by
this eighteenth Louis. / am not one of
them. In fact, Lazarre. I was rather out
of tune with your housed"
Not youi" said.
~ do not fit in these times. / ought
To have gone with my king and my
iriCn.is under the knife. Often | am
ashamed OF myself for slipping away.
That I should live to see disgusting {