The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-10-05

ticed in the political confusion out Of
doors, just as you remained unnoticed
at st. Lazare; and he profited in pre-
cisely the same manner that you prof
tied by the timely instruction which
overthrow the Reign of Terror. knew
this, and I knew that he walked out of
prison in the character of prosecuted
victim of Robespierres- for bet
ter than three years past I know no
more. Now listen. Last week / hap
pened to be waiting in the shop of my
employer, Citizen Clairfait, for some
papers to take into the counting house
when an old man enters with a sealed
parcel, which he hands to one of the
shopmen, saying:
"'Give that to Citizen Clairfait.'
ANY name?' says the shopman.
"'The name is of no consequence
answers the old man; but if you please
you can give mine. Say the parcel
came from Citizen Dubois and then he
goes out. His name, in connection with
his elderly look. strikes me directly.
"'Does that old fellow live at Cha
lons?' I ask.
"'No,' says the shopman. He is here
in attendance on customer of ours
an old ex-aristocrat named Danville.
She is on visit in our town.
Il leave you to imagine how that re-
ply startles and amazes me- The shop
man can answer none of the other
questions put to him: but the next
day I am asked to dinner by my en-
ploye: (Who, for his brothers sake,
shows me the utmost civility). On en-
tering the room find his daughter just
putting away lavender colored silk
scarf, on which she has been embroid-
ering in silver what looks to me like a
crest and coat-of-arms.
I don't mind your seeing what
am about, Citizen Lomaque,' says she;
for I know my father can trust you.
That scarf is sent back to us by the
purchaser, an ex-emigrant lady of the
old aristocratic school, to have her fam
lily coat-of-arms embroidered on it,
Rather dangerous commission,
even in these mercifully democratic
times, is it not?' says I.
1.-The old lady, you must know says
she, is as proud as Lucifer; and hay
ing got back safely to France in these
days of moderate repub licanism. thinks
she may indulge with impunity in all
her old-fashioned notions. She has been
an excellent customer of ours, so my
father thought it best to humor her,
without, however, trusting her COM
mission to any of the work-room wom-
Ell to execute. We are not living under
the Reign of Terror now, certainly; still
there is nothing like being on the safe
side
Nothing,' I answer. Pray what is
this ex-emigrant's name?'
'Danville,' replies the Cheyenne
Clairfait. She is going to appear in
that fine scarf at her sons MARRIAGE
'Marriage?' I exclaim, perfectly
thunderstruck.
Yes says she. What is there so
amazing in that? BY all accounts, the
son, poor man, deserves to make lucky
marriage this time. His first wife was
taken away from him in the Reign of
Terror by the guillotine.'
"'Whom is he going to marry?' l in
CURED, still breathless
1.-The daughter Of General Berthelin
an eX-aristocrat by family, like the
old lady, but by principle as good re-
publican as ever lived-a hard-drink-
ing, loud-sWearlng, big-Whiskered old
soldier who snaps his fingers at his an
cestors and says we are all descended
from Adam, the first genuine sans-cu-
lotte in the world
I'm this way the Cheyenne Clairfait
gossips on all dinner-time, but says
| nothing more Of any Importance. T.
with my old police-ofice habits, set to
the next day, and try to make some dis
coveries for myself. The sum of what ]
find out is this: Danville's mother is
i staying with General Berthelin's sis
ter and daughter at Chalons, and Dan.
vile himself is expected to arrive
every day to escort them all three tt
/ Paris, where the marriage-c contract Is
| " UC S1S5ucu d. Luc general 8 house. LIS.
covering this, and seeing that prompt
action is now of the most vital fmpor.
! lance, I undertake, as I told you, my
employers commission for Paris: de:
part with all speed; and stop here or
my way. Wait! I have not done yet
All the haste can make Is not enough
to give me good start Of the weddine
party. On my road here, the diligence
by which I travel is passed by car.
rage, posting along at full speed.
cannot see inside that carriage; but
look at the box seat, and recognize or
1t the old man Dubois He whirls by
in a cloud Of dust, but am certain o.
him, and say to myself, what I now
say to you, no time is to be lost!'
F! mo time shall be lost" answered
Trudaine, firmly. Three years hav.
passed." he continued, in a lower voice
speaking to himself rather than tt
Lomaque; three years since the day
when led my sister out Of the gate.
OF the prison-three years since I salt