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| game WITH MIN ana TO question him
Nnm!ably touching politics In France,
md more than one OF these inquiries
turned cunningy, as ON pivot, upon
the young mans late master.
| SO n month passed, pleasantly for
some, irl<somely for most. Jarrat
watched the secretary boldly. The sec.
retary In his own way watched Jarrat.
And SO 1t stood OH the serene day when
DI. Armand leaned upon the rail and
looked out across the shadowless waste
where the track of the blazing sun
stretched In II molten dazzle like
quivcring spear Of Gods.
Presently lie felt light touch on
his arm ond, turning. saw the yir-
ginian.
"DreamingT' asked Cary. "Of what?"
"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 1t. Trou.
bled, indeed, it was when left it-more
troubled now as L return" He paused
awhile.
"l love the land" he said. "I know
not If even France can be so lovely. Is
II SO? And do you love it2'
The young Frenchman's face grew
earnest
"When was born," he replied,
| "France was good, monsieur-I think
1t was the best land in the world, as to-
day 1T is the most beautiful. But Louis
XIV. was young then. Since have come
Pompadour and Il Du Barry. So 1t is
that the 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 1T. Paris laughs
and does not care! There the wits lam
poon the dignituries, the young bishops
sneer ut God and the abbes are become
elegant to kiss the hands OF painted
countesses. But the poor, the oppressed,
the people, monsieur, what Of themT
| 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 he trodden
on"
"Noltaire," Cary said I'm low voice.
France" Armand went on, "has
been reading this one. The smith and
the plowman talk of what he has said
In the rows and ut the forge. 1t is not
only the poor, the low, monsieur. No
blcs who wear coroneted swords also
think these things. They, loving libcr-
| ty, would give their lives for their
| king. There Is I'm Paris club
lie paused abruptly. When he began
again it was in voice tinged with sad
ness.
Louis XIV. is dead. Louis XVI.
reigns"
Cary's glance flashed into his.
Louis NN1. is young and ambitious.
He hates England. An there were war
here 'twoHid advantage him to aid the
| colonies"
"MCDSi ar declared the other, "it
might rnin him. Listen! His own peo-
pie are Mo"Se foes 10 the king OF France
than England, monsieur And aiding
the colonies here is putting two edged
sword into their hands! Even now
they have tho wish to redeem France.
But they know not how. They have
never &Ccn such n thing. Power is all
around them, and 1T seems as if II must
last forever. So 1t is, monsieur, that
these nODlcs-thcsc Of better blood
who love first of all their Trance-I
FOL
fayctte-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" reelected Cary. puzzled, "you
say to help our colonies might ruin
Louis. Why, then, would these mobiles
push the plan? Have they such hate
| of England?"
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 moro than one French
King ut stake--thcre is dynasty.
These are not the middle ages mon
sicur. In these days the peoples are
nwaking. France, IL she lives, must
open her eyes. These mon 1 tell you of
would jolt her wide awake. They
would have her smiths and her plow-
men stop their toll to listen across the
scas-to hear the guns OF people who
would not be oppressed, to see royal
merccnarics driven into the sea just
by people like them. Then their muir
muir would be n roar. They would say
so can we do also! Then the corrupt
court would stand terror stricken. And
then ut last there would be an end of
the selling of titles, OF the elegant bish
ops and the painted cOuntcsscs. France
would put on purity again, and her
king and her mobiles would rule justly
and poverty would not stalk every
where These mobiles of which speak
| are loyal, monsieur They love first
Ernppa n nd thnn tl,oir