Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-11-24

CillzSuS OF StraS0urS, he cried, Il
street. you. Listen!"
The gaunt. figure, standing but
moment ago a mark for the stones
hurled al him by I he>lfuriated MOI.
seemed as if by the majesty of his
presence to cast a spell over the
crowd and the bowling simmerad
down to a low murmur, like the break
Ing of the sea CT a shinglei coast
Then, with one hand on HIS breast.
De Lisle began to sing, so that his
voice reverberated over the crowded.
streets, making every man who heard
| him slave to the witchery OF the
music.
ITO arms, citizens! Form your
battalions!"
Ere the first verse ended the multi
tude forgot its temper and listened.
Another verse followed. then another.
/ The murmUring sank into silence AMI
the silence in its turn gave way to a
| burst of cheering. Then the crowd
| began to disperse, singing as it went
the refrain of TIE war song which to-
day rOuses the blood of France as II
did at that moment the refrain of
the "Marseillaise."
/ De Lisle turned again into fhe room.
smile OF triumph on his face
! You see. I have conquered Re
said to Violette "And one year
hence-one year from today-you
| shall say that, tool"
| Eighteen months had passed away.
and France, the great France that
/ was to be, had awakened from her
slumber at last The people were no
longer the slaves of the rich. the pup
pets pulled which way Louis wished.
as if by string. And throughout
the land rang the melody which De
Lisle had given to the world.
or little Violette he had seen moth
ing. They had told him that Diet
rick had persisted at the guillotine
when the people turned upon him, and
the crowd chanted the "Marseillaise'
as he died Even De Lisle himself
had been thrown into prison on the
suspicion of being a royalist, hut al
| last ne had made good his escape.
and lay, a victim of fever, at little
chalet in the Alps.
He opened his eyes at last one
bright summer morning and supred
from the cup of water his mother he'd
tc his lips.
God be thanked" she said ''You
: &c
one, a simple country gil, left for
you yesterday"
He crushed the blossom in his hand
Little Violette," he murmured
mo one burt she would have sent me
a rose-her favorite flower"
Little Violette.' exclaimed the
woman at his side. "Who is she "
He raised himself in bed.
There is only one woman worthy
of so sweet name" he said. "Tha
woman | love best in the world. Go
out and find her. Heaven, that
should be bound to this vile bed when
day's-an hour's-delay may take
her from mel"
The woman bent to catch the de-
scription he gave, then left the room
on the pretext of finding the girl who
had lett a rose at the chalet The day
before. But she went no further
than the garden, and standing among
the trees she cursed the girl who had
stepped between her and the man she
had saved from the brink of the
grave.
You have found her?" De Isle
asked, when she returned to the room.
Alas! she left the village yoster- |
Gay. 1t was too late."
De Isle lay back and groaned And /
not until sunset did he close his eyes
and sleep on towards recovery.
Within month he was able to go
out unattended, and he made his way
quickly towards the village. But as |
he crossed the fields he heard a voice !
coming from among the trees chant
ing a song he knew-his song-the /,
war song of the people. A moment
later he was face to face with little |.
VIolette.
''Vioeltte," he cried in amazement. |.
They told me you had left the vii /
lage"
81 could not do that so long as it |
contained you" she replied. Il FOL /
lowed YOU from Paris"
81 escaped from prison"
~ know. Then Martel was true
You bribed him." he asked. "Anl !
I wondered to this day why you had .
such an affection for me-
"a handful of louis is a good anti.
dcte to loyalty" she said
How You must have saved,' he
said, as he drew her into his arms
do you remember that day at Stras
burg when YOU promised to give me
Your love-if-if'
IF you conquered? And you have
connuered-now," she said.
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