The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-03-01

TO opening on the garden she had caus-
ed a table 10 be spread, In evident an
lticipation OF a guest.
Madame had wearied Of walking, and
was Just now reclining amid a pro-
I fusion OF silken cushions upon rustic
settee In the little salle-a-manger. The
very quietness OF the place seemed 10
/ have entered into her being. and was
showing in her face.
] Presently she was reused from her
reverie by the sound of footsteps
rapidly approaching along the gravel
walk Hardly had she risen from her
reclining position on the settee when
with a joyous exclamation the Due de
BTissac entered the garden retreat and
/ folded Ser in his arms. Disengaging
one hand and brushing from her brow
a few escaping ringIets. unprofaned by
powder. he saluted her with a passion
/ which was chastened and spiritualized
/ by profound tenderness.
You received my letter." he IN
CURED gravely. as one who did not IN
derestimate the seriousness OF some i'm
/ pending catastrophe. They had taken
seats at the table so that the fugitive
lights and shadows were dartinz shyiy
across the table and among the glass
and sslveTware in an elusive chiaros-
euro. Abandoning herself TO the languor
OF the moment. Jeanette let fall upon
her plate an orange she held In her
hand
"Cosse.- she whispered
Yes. darIing?"
VIII you always lose me7"
Always. But why do you ask-why
do you doubt?"
When did you begin TOTO love ne.
Cosse? - she murmured-
Perhaps IN some past life. for when
saw you first at Versailles. you SEEM
ed like some one who had been absent
from my life. and had come haek-had
come back"
So absorbed were the lovers that nell
Their Of them heard the distant echo as
OF a storm slowly gathering in the direc-
ton OF Paris
Meanwhile the omnibus sound was mo-
mentarily approaching nearer the chat
eau and increasing In volume as IL came.
BY the time De Brissac and Madame Ia
Corntesse were aware that something
out OF the ordinary was transpiring a
dozen men had burst through the small
door in the garden wall followed by an
indiscr:minate mob Of demons who only
by courtesy could have been called men
and women. This fiendish mob was led
by Citizen GTieye-
De B=issae had risen and was stand
ing in the entrance to shield the COM
Jesse in ca sc IL were necessary.
What do you want?' he demanded
For answer the mob set up a howl in
which he was barely able TO detect the
words emigre and aristocrat.o coupled
with viIeIy insulting epitbets. Realizing
hat persuasion rather than force was
he wisest course to adopt. De Brissae
waited until tho pandemonium had sub
sided sufficiently for him 20 inquire OF
he ringleader:
Monsieur viii explain why the Com
tesse du Barry is forced to submit 10
this intrusion"
We bear an order for her arrest"
Brissac was preparing to. speak WHEN he
.elt hand upon his arm, and turned
to find madame standing by his side.
You wish TO Interrogate me?" she
inquired In a calm voice
Did you." asked Grieve. deliberately,
did you appear in mourning for Louis
the Fifteenth"
Yes; and mourn him still as the
last great King OF France"
Enough To the tribunal" an
nounced Grieve.
Never"
This word uttered by De Brfssac.' un-
armed as he was, astounded and then
enrased the mob.
They rushed forward. and De Brissac
fell With twenty knives in his body.
With terrible scream madame threw
herself between her protector and the
murGerous band. Kneeling by his pros
trate form. she implored him to look
at her. TO forgive her for unconsciously
causing his death.
De Brissae slowly opened hts eys. and.
gently reaching for her hand. was plac-
ing in Il the passport given him that
morning in Paris. when the negro "a
more. who had armed himself and was
mingiing with the sansculottes. discern
ed the movement. Rushing forward the
negro tore the paper from her hand and
hourished II in the air with demoniseal
yell OF triumph But jeanette did not
hear him She had fallen across the
body of Brissac.
On the eighth day OF December, a cold,
gray afternoon. with snow in the air
and with the balconies OF Paris hued
with jeering multitudes. a tumbriI was
making its way from the somber con-
ciergerie. by way OF the Rue Saint
Honore. with its rows OF milliner shops.
10 the Place de Ia Revolution. As the
rumbling cart wheeled into the square
OF death man dressed entirely IN black.
which further accentuated his unnatu-
raj pallor. was regarding the spectacle
with melancholy eyes. Once he met the
gaze OF the despairing victim in the
tumbril. and then. turning, he walked
rapidly away and was soon lost in the
crowd
A silence equal to that OF the desert
fell upon those hundred thousand spec
tators OF the tragic scene. All eyes
were directed toward the condemned.