Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1904-12-22

ity Of the servants, went with him;
but few of the latter remained al
the Paris house with Etienne, who
detesting the quiet life Of Languedoc
refused fatty to go there.
Another reason for his determine
ton lay in the fact that he was now
secretly, Of course-in Robe
spheres employ; thing Monsieur
lie Baron suspected, but of which he
had no absolute proof; and the serv
ants who stopped with the young man
were Revolutionary in sentiment.
At the beloved old country-house,
where everything was more to his
taste than in any other spot on earth,
Jean forgot much of what had filed
the air of Paris with such horror. He
and Pierre, rioting in vigorous health
went roaming about, hunting in the
park for small game, or hidden ava!
snugly in remote part Of the wood,
devoured q book Of travels which told
of pirates and soldiers Of fortune,
who had reaped many harvest CT
riches upon the Spanish main.
This book was the keynote OF
Jeans dream-world; and it had long
been a pastime Of the boys that he
should read it aloud, while Pierre list
ened with absorbed attention.
Thus it was that the exploits Of De
Soto, Pizarro, Cortez, and the minor
leaders of adventurous bands were,
for these two boys, the ideals Of what
their own careers should be when
manhood set them free to achieve
their ambitions.
The gardens about the place were a
wilderness Of bloom, left very much
to nature, and entirely free from the
marks of that formal science that
showed in the generality of French
gardens-the style which had come
into vogue with lie Notre, in the time
of Louis XIV.
But outside the park, where the
boys were not permitted to go, 1t was
easy to realize something of the tur-
moil that was shaking Paris, miles
away, and also the country nearer
about, where the peasants were hold
ing meetings, secret at first, but be-
coming more open as the Jacobins
waxed stronger with each successive
day.
The principal leader and speaker
among the peasantry was one Tomas
Fauchel, who had recently come from
Paris, and who appeared, for some
reason, to have an especial hatred for
Monsieur lie Baron. But the latter,
whose attention was engrossed by his
books and papers, knew nothing Of
this, as he rarely went abroad, and
seemed to grow more reserved and
gloomy as the days wore on.
The 18th of July-the anniversary
of the French nations independence
came and went; and, on the night
of August 10th, the Assembly having
removed from Paris all the regiments
suspected of being loyal to the king,
IH6T6 WAS uO dlluCu lOlSC W iCoiSt
the mob that, insane with blood-thirs-
ty passion, broke into the Tuileries,
butchered the kings attendants, and
took away, as prisoners, the few who
were still alive.
Over the chateau in Languedoc,
that August night, the same stars that
glittered above the carnage Of Paris
shone upon scene of peace. But
Monsieur lie BGron's heart was grow
ing heavier, and his wakeful eyes
were fixed upon the stars, as he lay
in bed looking out Of the window. A
foreboding of evil crept chillingly
about him, and note Of coming woe
seemed to sigh in the wind stirring
among the olive and pepper trees that
made small grove outside.
But In his chamber beyond, Jean,
unconscious and happy, slept a sleep
such as could never more be known
on earth by the kings little son,
whom, only few months since, the
two lads-Jeans and Pierre-had
looked at with worshipful awe, as a
being infinitely above themselves, and
one who could by no possibility ever
experience the hard brunts of life.
Viewed in the light of such
change, men seem but little better
than the pieces upon a chess-board
Fate and time are invincible powers,
moving pawns into the knights
squares, and sweeping kings, queens,
and knights into oblivion.
ITO be contlnued).