The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1904-01-01

them. Ii she alone were cOncoTu0uH
she would not destroy them, 10 weary
was she OF struggling to preserve ner-
self from the ex%ecutioner. But snS
thought Of the writer. prescribed ana
hunted, who was now In hiding IN
some garnet at the other end OF PariAs
One of those letters would reveal hio.
hiding place md deliver him up 70
death.
She began at the oldest ones. date6
three years back and lived enchanted
hours over again. She read and re-
read the pages before giving them 70
the flames. How hard 1t was to de-
stroy the lines 20 dear to her.
My darling Julie, II l fall under
the ak Of the sxecutioner, II /. 4
Sidney, am to die FOR liberty. death
itself, shall not be able to keep mo
from you My spirit will return -
your presence. Often, when you are
meditating In solitude, = light breatb
will fan your check: know then that
it Is l and let your heart b dlle6
with a tender joy"
She read and unused. The night
waned. A pale light shone throuxa
the curtains; 1t wal dawn. The servA
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 timo now to conceau
the letters and close the desk. Az
that she could do, she did; she took
; the letters up in = heap and tossed
them under the cover Of the couch
; which was dragging on the door. Them
she took up a book n threw herself
a .uto an easy chair.
The president Of the district en-
3 tered, followed by = dozen soldiers
He motioned to his men to guard tbs
8 door. then said to Julie:
h Cheyenne, we have just learned
that YOU are in correspondence Wits
n the agents Of Pitt, with emigrants and
the conspirators OF tho prisons. In
the name of the law. I have come to
seize your papers. Fer Z long time
you have been known as an aristo-
crat Of the most dangerous kind
Moderate officers have spared you too
long. I am master here now and You
shall not escape the guillotine. Han1
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 az
aiming deliberately.
Julie saw that the visit was to ba
. Lone orA Gh~ an,,1| r1A hnf~ "a
Ing a furtive glance at the couch, and
she saw a corner OF a letter protrud-
ing from under the cover like the
white ear of a cat AT the sight her
anxiety suddenly ceased. The GER
tainty OF her loss filed her mind with
a tranquil assurance and gave to heP
face 4 calm expression resembling that
OF security. They would surely see
the paper, SO white on the red car
pet.
Brichaut. who had finished his ar
animation OF the papers in the desk
tmpatiently declared that he would
find what he was seeking. He upseh
furniture. turned pictures around and
struck the woodwork with tho hilt
OF his sword to see II 1t was hollow.
He even took the mirror out Of tn
frame to sec II anything was behind
1t. He found nothing.
They took julie into tho other apart
ments and demanded all her keyA
They broke glasses and tore open W.
holstery. but they found nothing.
Brichaut did not despair yet He
returned to the chamber and en-
claimed: by heaveni the papers are
here: I am sure OF It'll"
He ripped open the couch, plungine
his saber into 1t several timeA Find
ing nothing, with . fearful oath, h0
ordered his men to depart On reach
ing the door after them, he turned
shook his fist at Julie, and said:
"Trembls. while awaiting my q.
turn. I am tho sovereign psople!~
At Last they were gone. Julie hear0
the sound Of their steps ~ they dc.
scended the stairs. She was savoda
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 /. II must be 1usoI
For a garde-francaise. you tell I story
very well. But 1t seems to me I hare
heard that tale somewhere"
ut may be that Julie herself TOLD
it. She was = person OF great wit"
What became OF herr"
She led = happy life under the
, Consulate. But In the silence Of even
{ ing, she whispered sad secrets to the
trees OF her park. You see, she Wa
, more courageous In presence OF death
than In that Of love"
And the writer Of the letters7"
II became = baron and project I'M
, der the Empire"
And little Emilef"
HE was q colonel OF the gendarmr
erie and died at Versailles In 1864"
. indeed"