The Sisseton weekly standard. (Sisseton, Roberts County, S.D.) 1892-1929, 1907-06-14
Any more symptoms OF a general re-

Any more symptoms OF a general re.
volt?"
Lomaque turned to another part Of
the paper. bad, very bad prospects
for he restoration OF tranquility" he
said. "Necker. the peoples minister, is
dismissed. Placards against popular
gatherings are posted all over Paris.
The Swiss Guards have been ordered to
the Champs Elysees, with four pieces of
artillery. No more Is yet known, but
the worst Is dreaded. The breach be-
tween the aristocracy and the people is
widening fatally almost hour by hour"
"Bah!' cried Madame Danville. The
People, indeed! Let those four pieces
OF artillery be properly loaded, let the
Swiss Guards do their duty, and we
shall hear no more of the People,"
i advise you not to be sure of that"
SAID her son, carelessly, there are rath-
er too many people in Paris for the
Swiss Guards to shoot conveniently.
Don't hold your head too ar~istocratical-
~ high, mother. till we are quite GER
tain which way the wind really does
blow. Who knows if l may not have
to bow just as low one of these days to
King Mob. as ever you curtesied in
your youth to King Louis the Fiji
teenth!"
He laughed complacently as he
ended, and opened his snuff-box. His
mother rose from her chair, her face
crimson with Indignation.
Il Won't hear you talk soft shocks.
1t horrifies me!' she exclaimed with
vehement ~gesticulation. No, no!
decline to hear another word. I decline
to sit by patiently. while my son. whom
l love, jests at the most sacred princi-
plies. and sneers at the memory of an
anointed king. This is my reward. is
it, for having yielded and having come
here, against all the laws of etiquette,
the night before the marriage? | COM
ply no longer; I resume my own will
and my W way. order you, my son.
to accompany me back to Rouen. We
are the b~ridegroom's party, and we
have no business overnight at the
house OF the bride. You meet no more
till you meet at the church. Justin,
my coach! Lomaque, pick up my hood.
Monsieur Trudaine, thanks for your
hospitality; | shall hope to return it
with interest the first time you are in
our neighborhood. Mademoiselle, put
your best looks tomorrow along
with your wedding finery; remember
my sons bride must do honor to
my sons taste. Justin, my coach
drone, v%agabond, idiot. where is my
coach?"
MY mother looks handsome when
is in a passion. does she not, Rose?'
said Danville, quietly putting up his
snuf-box as the old lady sailed out of
The room. why. you seemed quite
love-" he added, taking her
hand with his easy, graceful air;
frightened, let me assure you, without
he least cause. My mother has but that
prejudice, and hat one weak point,
You will find her a very dove
or g%entleness, as long as you do not
wound her pride of caste. Come, come,
IN this night, Of all others, you must
lot send me away with such a face as
He bent down and whispered to her
| bridegroom's compliments, which
brought the blood back to her cheek in
IN instant.
"Ah! how she loves him-how dear
she loves him." thought her brother,
Watching her from his solitary corner
# the room, and seeing the smile that
frightened her blushing face when
)anville kissed her hand at parting.