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

would be a fitting grave for his
majesty, or you would not mention
marriage with the daughter OF the
kings best enemy.
You mistake me, friend" answered
De Lisle. Il was born a roya!ist.
anu I die one. Ny father rerished
or his sovereign, ord babe me with
his dying breath remain sacred TO ny
cath and serve my king!" De Ligle
lifted his cup and his eyes sparkle4
with new life. ''Vive la France-" he
cried. "Vive la ="
Dietrich leaped to his feet aaG
dashed the cup from mis- hand before
it could reach his lips.
Not here" he exclaimed iercel
The name of Louis is a name to
jrrggle with. We do not mention il
with wine. Come, fill again. and
drink to the people ground down and
kicked like dogs by despotic mon
arch. To the People. Braval"
De Lisle sat sullen, with the cup
tilted in his hand, staring into. n
fire. and the other. seeing that he had
made an impression, bent low, and
whispered quickly in his ear:
You fool" he said. Don't YOU
see how they suffer-" Cannot vor
see what France is coming to? she
is the sport of one mans within. TIE
people are broken; they are like
sheep, to be driven and beaten lust
as Louis chooses. Burt rouse them
once rouse them-and France Will dry
her tears and smile again. Give
them courage and hope-new life.
You can do it; you have the power;
that witchery of music-you can
rouse them-by heaven, you cant"
He had slipped to his knees, his
face set with fierce, burning passion,
and his hand resting on that of the
youth crouching in the chair. The
words that fell from his lips were ut
tered so imploringly and with such
passionate emotion that they would
have changed heart of steel.
Once rouse them from this leth-
argy and Violette is yours. Give
them freedom, and they are your
slaves. Music is in your soul. and
you can give them a song that will
stir them, wake them again. and make
them men. Will you? You must!
What is an oath when France is sur
'ering because no one will lead her?
You shall be her leader; your name
hall 60 down to posterity as her max
or. Drink
De Lisle drained his cup, ana Diet
rick replenished it, well knowing that
two cups of wine would unsteady his
guests brain. Three, and music bah
bled from him like water from n
sponge. Four, and his stubborn
will would be broken. He Wake;
across to the window, breathing
quickly.
Come here!" he cried at last. Aad
De Lisle, like one in a dream, obeyed.
ana stood by Dietrick's side as he
held the curtains apart.
See that woman?" said the latter
hoarsely, pointing into the street.
See how she saggers and rocks with
the cold and pain! They fed her at
the cathedral steps two days ago.
She is homeless. In the morning
they will find her dead at the city
wall. Cold and starvation! Now
close your eyes and open them again.
SO! A woman stands there-it is
Violette-she is starving, dying. One
louis to keep off that fate for her
unless you wake the people Do
that, and we can get our rights; we
shall no longer be robbed by the king.
We can work and get money for our
labor. Think again. Which is it to
be-the king or violette?"
De Lisle reeled and covered his
eyes.
Don't torture mel" he exclaimed.
God in heaven! What is an oath
when a woman stands in the way?r
Dietrich stood looking at him.
smile of triumph on his face Then,
lifting his hand slowly, he pointed to
a clavichord standing in the corner
you will do it-tonight?" he asked
Tonight or never" responded De
Llsle, staring at the instrument yagUe
ly, as the expression slowly faded
from his face. Tonight I am not
myself; tomorrow l am Rouget de
Isle. servant of the king!"
Dietrich walked across TO the door
AS he went out he paused and looked
back into the room.
De Lisle, with trembling Hands
was filing his cup brimful from ~
flagon. Then he lifted it above his
head and cried aloud:
'To the Peoplei"
He drained it off, but, even as tie
last drop passed his lips. the Gun fe'l
from his hands and flew to splinter,
on the floor.
Long into the night De Lisle sat on
4 stool at the clavichOrd. his finger
wandering aimlessly up and down n
keys. His feet were cold. but he
head seemed on fire. Now and again !
little snatches Of melody leaDed from
the instrument. so that a solitary IA.