The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-12-11

clair, a joiner, and his wife was I.azull, their little boy Clairette. Trey learned Fascalets story from him, took him
 home. treated him as child of their own and vauclair enlisted him in the Nation al Guard-little as Pascalet was. Hts letter to the Canon Jusserad he never de- livered. He tried to, but when he went
 to the house of the Canon wearing his
 driven from the street-whjch was a
 street of "aristos.'
 And now the Marseillais battalion ar rived, passing through Avgnon on it's way to Paris. The battalion was 300 strong, and in the van marched a big fellow carrying a banner on which was inscribed 'grhe Rights of Man" When ever he saw person who looked as If he might be an aristocrat tho big fellow stopped and made the suspect kneel down and kiss the banner of "The Rights of Man"
 If the town had been excited before the arrival of the Marseillais battalion it was now thrown into a state of frenzy. The men of the battalion brought with them a new song, the words of which stirred the hearts of the Reds, and for the first time Pascalet heard that song to the music of which he was afterward t,
 march across Europe, to traverse the sands of Egypt and treads the shores of Acre-the immortal "Marseillaise." Many recruits the battalion gathered in Avig- non, and among others Lazpll marched away to Paris "to call the King to &C., counting"
 Psscalet did not march with the battal- ion of the Reds of the Midi He wanted to, but circumstances prevented. As the boy went wandering and wondering about the streets of the city on the day before the Reds were to start for Paris he was seized by that black-visaged game-keep- CT. Surto. Pascalet was without arms. Surto had come to Avignon with his master and the family, stopping there for day or so on the way to Paris, where M. Robert, the Cavalier du Roi, was 10 defend the king.
 Poor little Pascalet, in spite of his bra vado, was taken to the house where the family of his owners was stopping and placed by Surto in a dark and damp dun geon, far beneath the foundations. There, he was informed by the jailer, he was to stag until he starved to deatu. The rats ran about him, the air was heavy with the deadness of ages and the peasant boy gave up all thought of life trying to prepare himself for death. Nc sound came to him in his dark and foul cell. But he summoned up visions of angels and of that life beyond the grave where all that is wrong in this life will be set right. As he unused upon this amid darkness and terror he thought Of angels and light. Then there came to him vision A young girl, holding above her head lighted candle, came down the slimy steps of the dungeon. It was Adel- inc, his good angel. Here" said she, "are the keys I have stolen them from that wicked Surto. Go free yourself They have sworn your death. Fly while there is yet time' Then she vanished, and NPascalet, taking the great keys, climbed from the darkness up to the out CT world and was again in the streets Of Avignon, with the stars shinging over bead and the flush of the early dawn be- ginning to tint the eastern skies.
 After one great, refreshing draught of fresh air, he hurried to the house of varclair. Lazull received tha boy as one returned from the dead, but listened with little interest to his raptures regarding the young angel who had liberated him from his dungeon. The good woman, in- stead, hurried from off after the Mar