The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1910-09-01

description" I answered. yet I am
| very far from envying the OK. q
And there you are wrong. Besides.
/ have still to add that, as it stands,
you have no future before you. You
have come to the end of the path
80 much the better" I said, draw
ing nearer to her. Since there Is no
future, let us love each other. Let us
approach the end heart against heart"
She did not answer. only stared
modify down over the pafapet The
chateau was wholly given over to the
flames. They burst from every win
! dow, they roared o the roof. and
their scorching breach caused us to
shrink bac a little.
ut Is terrible!" she cried, shielding
her face with her hand, and l saw that
there were tears In her eyes. That
beautiful home! All, those wretches
| will be punished"
What would you do with them?" I
asked.
Il would hang them every one! Men
and women alikel Men and women
beasts!"
And as I noted the sudden clenching
of her hands and flashing of her eyes.
I could not but wonder at the COM
pleXities of woman's nature.
Let us not look at them" / said.
Lei us LOTSel Tia Juey eAlSt. Let US
remember only that we are here to-
gether and that there is no future. Let
us sit down here in the shadow of the
wall and imagine that we are again In
the garden"
MY imagination cannot touch such
heroic flights as that, M. de Tavernay.
In the garden, I was happy, or nearly
"You confess it, them" I broke In,
| a. rrar1Ny H,f cha SfnrrnS roa rrifI -
gesture.
81 have always been happy-at least,
until the past few days. And in the
garden, 1 fancled that ever the little
cloud which seemed to shadow me
would soon disappear. Now. on the
contrary, l am far from happy"
you are at least no coward" I said.
you are not afraid"
mo, I am not afraid. 1t is the
sense of helplessness which weighs
upon me and myers me. / have all
ways ordered my life to suit myself:
1 have always had control of the cir
cumstances which concerned me. Yet
here l am now, caught like a rat in
a trap. 1 can break my teeth against
the bars and all in ain 1 must wait
for some miracle to deliver me, and
friends. Meanwhile, their home.
their beautiful home, is burned be-
fore my eyes, and I must look on
helpless while a mob of drunken
brutes rejoice in it's destruction. I
know that no miracle can restore 1t.
And yet, M. de Tavernay, you ask
me to fancy myself in some FOOLS
paradise"
1T was a paradise" 1 agreed,
whether a FOOLS or a wise mans.
does not matter. Paradise Is always
paradise"
mot for the o%nlookers," she re-
torted.
But what need those within care
for those without? All. 1 under
locker. You have not love to work
the alchemy for you," I added sadly.
She looked up at me slowly, with
luminous eyes.
Perhaps you are right" she said.
II W been really within the
pale. I have always stood outside,
peering in, wondering why others
thought 1t so beautiful
I know not what folly I was about
to utter, when a sudden tremendous
crash sounded behind me.
1.-THE roof has fallen in," said M.
lie Comte quietly, as we rushed to the
parapet. THAT is the end of it"
The flames leaped high into he
air, with a roar like the passing Of a
mighty wind over a great forest. The
mob seemed for a moment to have
forgotten us in the grandeur Of that
spectacle, but always at the foot Of
the tower that little group of armed
men stood apart.
The sudden burst Of light threw
their faces into strong relief, and
Pasdeloup, who had been staring
down at them, uttered a sharp cry.
H is there" he said, ''he is
there"
"who is there, Pasdeloup,' de-
manded his master.
"Goujon! See that one with the
cloak about him. there at the right"
Quick as a flash, M. lie Comte
snatched out his pistol, leveled it
and fired. There was a cry Of pain
from below and a man fell-but It
was not Goujon. M. lie Comte put up
his pistol with an oath of anger and
disappointment.
But hell itself had broken loose and
such a fusillade of bullets rained
against the tower that we were forced
to retire from the parapet. All the
fury of the ages seemed whirled upon
us; all the blind madness which cen
turtles of oppression and injustice had
engendered. Those Of the mob who
were unarmed, danced shrieking
about the tower, shaking their fists
at 1t, or assaiied the great stones with
their nails. 1t seemed that the very
uproar was enough to shake 1t from
its foundation.
That was not wise," said Pasdeloup,
gloomily. 1T was the very thing Gou-
jon needed"