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

the window and saw M. Robert firing upon the people below as rapidly as he could with guns which were loaded and handed to him by a huge, black-looking nan behind him. This man was Surto, and even as Pascalet stood looking he saw Surto place pistol behind the ear of his masters son and sheet him dead. M. Robert fell, hanging half out of the window, and not long afterward Pasca- jet saw Surto wearing the uaiform of the National Guard and mingllng with the patriots. Pascalet saw that Surto was carrying out his design and feared for the safety of Adeline. The girl, all the while had been asking for her mother, her fla ther and her brother. She wanted to be taken to them. After the assault upon the kings palace matters went on quiet ly for while. Capet and his wife were prisoners and the National Assembly be- gan to get uneasy at the presence of the Marseillais battalion in the capital. It was resolved to pay them off and send thern home.
 Then the time for truth telling came, and on the eve of pay day a whispered consultation was held in Plancho's shop. and 1t was decided that Vauclair and Pascalet were to get their money, while the women told Adeline the truth and persuaded her that the best thing for her was to get back to Avignon with La. gull Early the next morning Pascalet
 left the house of the carpenter-he want cd to be away when Adelines cry of pain should ring out as she was told of the death of Robert and of the real situation in which she stood. Pascalet was at the barracks before Vauclair, and the rising sun was just beginning to gid the caves of the houses when he met with a half dozen of his fellow Reds of the Midi going to get their pay. Hurry up, kid; go and get your pay ane then come with us; we are off for good time. We mean to see some of the sights of this big village; come on." And so Pascalet joined them, after he had received his pay, and from one cabaret to another they went, arm In arm, and taking up the whole width of the street. Since the 10th of August, when the Marseillais bat talion had led his attack upon the king g castle, the people of Paris gave way when they saw a man clad in the uni- form of the Reds of the Midi. Finally the whole company concluded hat it was time to seek the repose of the barracks
 Look here." cried one of Pascalet's com panions, pointing to lantern and stag gering little as he spoke, "there are the barracks"
 They headed for the lantern and as they came to the building heard a most | internal racket inside. As soon as they racks which they had struck, but a
 place where men and women of gentle
 blood were coming down flight of stairs
 to have their brains beaten out by a gang of ruffians who stood waiting TOT them. There was table at the foot oi | the stairs, and three judges drunk witt
 sleep and brandy, were waiting there and merely taking down the names of | those who were delivered tJ the slaugh- | ter. A half-burned-out candle stuck in a | rottie cast a fitful light over the scene. This place into which the thiee Reds of the Midi had stumbled in their drunken
 ness was the prison of the Abbey and the stairs were simply sans culottes with red caps on. While Pascalet and his friends stood watching and astonished, there came down the stairway a man as pale as death. Has he refused tho oath?" cried the three self-constituted judges, and as rapidly they cried out, "Hs has!' In an instant two or three and swords were thrust into his body. He was dead. Then two sans culottes dragged out his llfeless body and threw
 it Into cart waiting outside. f#
 Pascalets companions fled from the hor- TOT of the scene, but the boy stood spell bound by the horror of tho thing. He was so sobered by the shook that he proacbed the foot of the stairway just as form he well knew, that of Marquis d Ambrun, came down. The poor old marquis was nearly dead with terror, but as he approached the table of the judges his eyes lighted up with new hope and
 
 will save mol" But as he spoke Pascale' saw the great arms of the gamekeeper wield aloft an iron bar and the mar Quis fell dead at the feet Of his vassal. Parcalet could stand it no longer and broke out into passionate denunciation of the gamekeeper, whereupon he was seized by couple of sans culottes and tl,A {,.1e loI 1t Is true, the uniform of the soldiers of the Marseillais battalion, bur Surto, rec ognizing the boy, cried out: He is an Aristo; let me at him with my iron barr Just at that moment there came on the stairs, slowly and in digniied manner, g tall, pale man, dressed in .be garb of high ecclesiast. Pascalet was about to fall beneath the blows of the iron bars, when the bishop cried out in a command ing tone: .I know this boy. 1 myself saw him marching with the Maesollais's bat talion as it came up to Paris. I am about 10 meet my Maker and would speak only the truth" The bishop fell beneath the Iron bars; the mortified Pascalet was re- leased and wandered forth inro the night.
 He looked down and saw that his feet were red to the ankles with blood. He realized that he was drunk and that hii companions had deserted He felt in his pockets and four ney were empty. The money tha iuclair had loaned him he had squt red. as well us the money which he 1 received as one of the Marsellais ba lion. What a sin he had committed? Gluttony and