Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-01

looked out across the shadowless vast where the track of the baazing SUI. stretched in a molten dazzle like !, quivering spear of Gods.
 Presently he felt light touch on his arm and, turning. saw the Vir- ginian. ~..
 "Dreaming?' asked Cary. "of what I?
 "Of your golden land, monsieur"
 The other smiled, then sighed and leaned beside him. "A golden land. in sooth. would 1t had no storms, but a sweet sun dawning ever for it. Treu. bled, indeed. 1t was when I left it-more troubled now as I return" He paused awhile.
 "I love the land" he said. 'T know not If even France can be so lovely. Is 1t so? And do you love itT" o. The young Frenchman's face grew earnest
 When was boTn," he replied, France was good, monsieur-I think it was the best land in the world, as to- day it is the most beautiful. But Louis XV. was young then. Since have come rcmpadour and Du Barry. Sc it ia that tue good in France has been hid den underneath many other things. 1t is true that the ministers of the crown have sold titles of honor-places in the courts. Justice, the thing for which your colony is now crying to England this has been impossible to the poor, the low. The rich buy it. Paris laughs and does not care! There the wits lam poon the dignitaries, the young bishops sheer at God and the abbes are become elegant to kiss the hands of painted countesses. But the poor, the oppressed, the people, monsieur, what of themw
 He let his gaze wander. A dreamy light was in his eyes.
 "Ah, monsieur, they have watched. They have been waiting. They are ignorant. They were never taught. But all this time one man--the exiled, the glorious - he has been writing. He has taught that the unnoble are not field beasts. that they are men; that the noble and the peasant are all one; that the poor must not be trodden pn."
 i "Voltaire," Cary said in low voice. :
 France" Armand went on, I'has been reading this one. The smith and the 'plowman talk of what he has said in the rows and at the forge. It Is not only the poor, the low. monsieur. No bles who wear coroneted swords also think these things. They, loving liber- ty, would give their lives for their king There is in Paris club"--
 He paused abruptly, When he began again it was in voice tinged with sad ness. @A
 Louis XIV. is< dead. Louis XVI. reigns.''
 Cary's glance flashed into his.
 Louis XVI. is young and ambitious He hates England. An there were war here 'twould advantage him to aid the colonies"
 Monsieur declared the other, 'it pie are worse foes to the king of France than England, monsieur. And aiding the colonies here is putting two edged sword into their hands! Even now they have the wish to redeem France. But they know not how. They hava never seen such thing. Power is all around them, and it seems as if 1t must last forever. So 1t Is, monsieur, that these nobles-these of better blood who love first of all their France-I could tell names-a Mirabeau, a La fayette they would have their king aid America They have joined hands with men of lower birth like Beau marchais and made courtiers of them to the same end.'' ~
 But" reflected Cary, puzzled, you say to help our colonies might ruin Louis. Why, then, would these >nobles push the plan? Have they such hate of EnglandT' #t r~.
 ''No, no. Not because they hate Eng land as Louis does, but because they love France better than Louis, and to save her they must even risk to ruin him.. There Is more than one French king at stake-there is a dynasty! These are not the middle ages, mon- sieur. Tn these days the peoples are awaking. France, If she lives, must open her eyes These men I tell you of would jolt her wide awake. They would have her smiths and her blow men stop their toll to listen across the seas-to hear the guns of people who would not be oppressed, to see royal mercenaries driven into the sea jus: by people like them. Then their mur- mur would be roar They would say, 50 can we do also!' Then the corrupt court would stand terror stricken. And then at last there would be an end of the selling of titles, of the elegant Dish. ops and the painted countesses. France would put on purity again, and her king and her nobles would rule justly, and poverty would not stalk every- where. These nobles of which speak are loyal, monsieur. They love first France and then their king" ---s
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