The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1902-11-13

on ms monday morningW exclaimed the
" bead turnkey as Lonaque began prgS
ling the prisoners into rank, - mock
apologies, at which the OH - S md
many Of the victims-pgkhss Hicthps
OF reckless tyranny-laughed heartily.
Lomaque gave Trudaine a significant
look before he seized him by the shout.
ders Ike tie rest NOW, then, rear
guard cried Lomaque, pushing Tru.
dame on, 'close the line of march and
mind you keep step with your young
woman, Pluck up your spirits, otto.
yenne' One gets used to everything in
this world, even TO the guiilotinew
While he spoke he thrust a piece of pa.
per between Trudaine's neck and era.
vat.
"Couragew Louis whispered to his
sister as he saw her shuddering under
the assumed brutality of Lomaque.
Surrounded by the guard, the prison
ers slowly moved into the outer court
yard on their way to the revolutionary
tribunal, the hunchbacBed turnkey
bringing up the rear. Lomaque was
about to follow when the head turnkey
expostulated. what hurry you're I'M!
Now that that incorrigible drinker. my
second in command, has gone off with
bis batch | don't mind asking you to
step in and have a drop of wine"
THANK you" answered Lomaque.
but 1 have Il fancy for hearing the
trial this morning, Suppose come
back afterward? What time do you 60
TO your section? At . o'clock, eh2 Good!
| shall try If can't get here soon after
l." With these words he went out.
When be arrived at the revolutionary
tribunal, the trials Of the day were
about to begin. The principal article
Of furniture in the han Of justice was
long, clumsy deal table, covered with
green baizc Al the head Of this table
sat the president and his court, with
their bats on. Behind them was a
heterogeneous collection Of patriots
officially connected with the tribunal.
Below the front Of the table q rallied
off space, with gallery beyond. was
appropriated 10 the general public. The
| gallery on this occasion was occupied
| mostly by women, sitting together,
knitting. shirt mpnding and making
baby linen as coolly as If they were at
home. Parallel with the side Of the
table farihest from the main entrance
was a low platform, raBed of, on
which the prisoners, surrounded by
their guard, were awaiting their trial.
The sun shone brightly through win
| dow, and the hum Of ceaseless talking
| pervaded the ball, LOmaque entered
10y a private door, so as TO pass the
prisoners platform on his way TO join
the patriots behind the presidents
chair. Trudaine. standing with his sis
Ter, nodded significantly as L0naque
hooked mp at him for an instant. On his
way To the tribunal be got an OppOrtu.
nifty Of reading the paper which the
chief agent had slipped into his cravat
1t contained these words:
81 have discovered who the Citizen
and Cheyenne Dubois are. There ID
no chance for you but TO confess every
| thing. by that means you may lncul
pate certain citizen holding authOri.
ty and may make it his interest to save
! your own and your sisters life."
MaglOire and Picard were waiting
among the assembled patriot officials
! 10 give their evidence, Beyond them
J lealliuS against the wall, stood Su
permtendent Danyille. Doubt and sus
| penee were written on bis features
Precipitation gathered thick and fast
on his face.
silence" cried the usher OF The
court for the time being. n hoarse vote.
ed man in tOphOots. with huge sabeT
huckled 10 bis eide snd Il bIudgeOn in
bis hand. silence for the citizen pres
ident" striking his bludgeSn ON the
table. .n.
The president prOclsined that The
sitting Of the day hsd begun. Ebe mo
mentary silence which followed wal
interrupted by confusion among the
prisoners ON she platform Snd' q
scres M from some OF rhe' female pris
Oners. then another dead silence, bro
Ken by one Of the guards who walked
across the ball with bloody knife IN
his hand and 'laid it ON the table. "Citl
zen president he said. 81 have 10 re
port that one of the prisoners has stab
bed himself"
us that all?" said the women specta
tors as they resumed their work. Sui
eide at the bar Of justice was a com
mon occurrence under the Reign o.
| Terror.
Manner asked the president.
"Martigne," answered the bunch
backed turnkey.
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