Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1903-12-31

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them. If she alone were concerned.
she would not destroy them, so weary
was she of struggling to preserve ner-
self from the executioner. But she
thought of the writer, prescribed ana
hunted, who was now in hiding in
some garnet at the other end of Paris
One of those letters would reveal his
hiding place and deliver him up to
death.
She began at the oldest ones, dated
three years back and lived enchanted
hours over again. She read and re-
read the pages before giving them to
the flames. How hard it was to de-
stroy the lines so dear to her.
MY darling Julie, if 1 fall under
the ak of the executioner, If l, like
Sidney, am to die for liberty, death
itself, shall not be able to keep me
from you. My spirit will return to
your presence. Often, when you are
! meditating IN solitude. light breath
will fan your check; know then that
it is l and let your heart be filled
! with tender joy"
She read and unused. The night
waned. A pale light shone through
the curtains; it was dawn. The serv-
ants had begun their daily tasks. She
must finish hers. She fancied she
heard voices: then all was silent. The
snow had deadened the sound of foot
steps. but some one had come and was
outside knocking.
There was no time now to conceal
the letters and close the desk. All
that she could do, she did; she took
the letters up in a heap and tossed
them under the cover of the couch
which was dragging on the floor. Then
she took up book and threw herself
into an easy chair.
The president of the district en-
tered, followed by a dozen soldiers
He motioned to his men to guard the
door, then said to Julie:
Cheyenne, we have just learned
that you are in correspondence with
the agents of Pitt, with emigrants and
the conspirators of the prisons. In
the name of the law, l have come to
seize your papers. For long time
you have been known as an aristo-
Moderate officers have spared you too
long. l am master here now and you
shall not escape the guillotine. Hand
over your papers, cheyenne"
Take them yourself replied
Julie; my secretary is OPEN"
1t contained bills of different kinds,
all of which the officer set about ex-
aiming deliberately.
Julie saw that the visit was to be
long one. She could not help cast
ing furtive glance at the couch, and
she saw a corner of a letter protrud-
ing from under the cover like the
white ear of cat. At the sight her
anxiety suddenly ceased. The GER
tainty of her loss filled her mind with
a tranquil assurance and gave to her
face calm expression resembling that
of security. They would surely see
the paper, so white on the red car
pet.
Brichaut, who had finished his ex-
animation of the papers in the desk.
impatiently declared that he would
find what he was seeking. He upset
furniture, turned pictures around and
ST. Jck the woodwork with the hilt
OF mis- sword to see if it was hollow.
He even took the mirror out of its
frame to see if anything was behind
it. He found nothing.
They took Julie into the other apart
ments and demanded all her keys.
They broke glasses and tore open up
holstery, but they found nothing.
Brichaut did not despair yet He
returned to the chamber ard ex-
claimed: by heaveni the nar--.-- "a
here; 1 am sure of it,"
He ripped open the couch, plunging
his saber into it several times. Find
ing nothing, with fearful oath, he
ordered his men to depart. On reach
ing the door after them, he turne1.
shook his fist at Julie, and said:
''Tremble, while awaiting my re-
turn. 1 am the sovereign people!"
At last they were gone Julie heard
the sound of their steps as they de-
scended the stairs. She was savedl
She had not betrayed him! She ran
out to embrace her sleeping child who
had not been awakened by the dis
turbance around his cradle
La Tulipc was silent.
Friend" said 1. 81 must be just.
For a garde-francaise, you tell a story
very well. But it seems to me have
heard that tale somewhere"
1T may be tat Julie herself told
it. She was person of great wit"
What became of herr"
"She led a happy life under the
Consulate. But in the silence of even
ing. che whispered sad secrets to the
trees Of her park. You see, she was
more courageous in presence of death
than in that of love"
And the writer of the letters?"
HE beca ne a baron and project un.
der the En-. pire."
"And littl' Emile?'
"He was a colonel Of the gendaru-
erie and died at Versailles in 1868"
Indeed"
From Les Annales politiques and lit,
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