The Press., 1910-11-16

| guilty aHQ Se0Q lILI LO the SulilOLAu0 Was none other than Jean Demaurier, whom the doctor had found cripple and made q strong man. Demaurier was a trifle bent and walked with slight limp, but he was very diff ferent man from what he would have been had 1t not been for the efforts of the surgeon. The judge rave one look at the man who had been sent to him | that he might sign his death warrant, then, lowering his eyes to sheet O& paper before him, began to question him and take down his answers. For his own life he dare not favor his b0n- efactor
 "Your name?' he asked.
 "Alphonse Du Faur."
 "OccupationT"
 Sturgeon"
 'I believe it is you who have kept the tyrant Louis Capet and his family i from the grave where they should have laid long ago." "I was the kings physician" | Those standing about scOwled and expected that the next words would be "Take him to the guillOtine!' And do you think" continued the judge, that you who have kept alive this oppressor of the people should die | the same death as other aristocrats%
 The doctor did not answer the QueS- ton.
 "Take him to the temporary prison in the Rue Veau Grand. wish to consult the committee to learn if 1t is their pleasure that this man, who has been closer than any other in the con- f1dence of the tyrant, shall die an or dinary death. He should be burned"
 These words were spoken with all the bitterness the citizen judge could throw into them. Not one present suspected that his intention was to save pr. Du Faur from the guillottne that morning and to place him where he might get access to him with q view to saving him altogether. The doctor was taken to the building men, toned, and another prisoner was brought up for condemnation.
 The next morning Citizen Demaurier drove up in cart to the prison where the doctor was confined and presented an order for him signed by the com mittee. The doctor was placed in the cart, and Demaurier, telling the off, cials that he needed no guard for the prisoner, being himself we'll armed, drove away. Pursuing his way down the street, he soon reached the river bank and the outskirts of Paris. Then he stopped and said to his prisoner:
 ''You do not know me, M. le Doc teur?"
 SSVOnT thu oftizou
 More than that. am Jean De- maurier."
 "And who is Jean DemaurierT
 Have you done so many kindnesseS as to forget those you have benefited? Do you not remember stopping for SUD- per on your way from Versailles at an inn one evening fifteen years agO9 There you found boy who had been crippled by a noble. You took him to Paris and made quite a respectable figure of him. See, scarcely limp"
 He got down from the cart and walk ed back and forth.
 "And you are that boyT exclaimed the doctor.
 "I am."
 "What are you going to do with meY'
 'HTake you in my carriage-this cart ito the inn from which you took me to Paris in your carriage and not only save your back and your leg, but espe- cially your neck shall hide you there as long as necessary and then run you over the border.''
 "You are very kind, but do not care to leave my daughter and my son-in- law here to die"
 Where are theyP .ss.
 ''In the conciergerie, believe"
 ''Very well: shall see what I can do for them. I am thoroughly trusted, being known as the man who was crip- pied by a noble. will take you to my home, return and possibly may bring those you love with me-"
 ''But will not be missed and you | be charged with setting me freeT'
 q think not. They have so many | heads to chop of that the moment prisoner disappears he is saved. If I | am asked about you 1 will tell them | you have been tortured and executed | in private. Now lie down in the cart, | and will drive on."
 Jean, before reaching his home, where | his load was likely to be seen by his | neighbors, stopped beside field where | there was grain in sheaf and put |, enough over his burden to conceal him, then drove on and turned in at his | farm by lane leading to the barn.
 The doctor remained concealed in the | loft of Demaurier's barn for a week. | Meanwhile Demaurier was in Paris, endeavoring to find the Count and | Countess Destailles. They had become | separated, and Demaurier spent con- | siderable time discovering where they | were. Then after much difficulty he | succeeded in getting possession of them. This he accomplished by brib- ing their jailer, and on pretense of re- moving them to another prison he took them to his inn, but this time the Journey was accomplished at the dead of night. The meeting between the doctor and his daughter and her huS- band at midnight in the loft of barn, though they could only distinguish one another by their voices. was indescr1b- ably happy.
 The next morning Jean Demaurier put the three refugees in a deep farm ! wagon, in the bottom of which he had | bored breathing holes, and covered them to the depth of several fest with
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