The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1910-08-28

master and leave your name to be synon-
ymous with that Of Judas"
Ma fol-" cried Marmot, you are moi
complimentary! But tell me what shall be
the future OF my friend here?" and he
pointed to the little Corsican. The sorcerer
seized Bonaporte's hand, but he withdrew
1t roughly and said: IT have no desire to
have my fortune toldL1 know it.
The fortune teller looked at the young
man with a sort of awe and went on to
the table where sat Catherine and her
friends. Looking at two of the young
soldiers with her he said: Make the most
of your youth. You have but short time
to live. You will die on the steps of a
palace" Indeed, the two did die not
many days after in the assault upon the
Tuileries) What grandeur cried
Bernadotte, '.and shall I. too, died on the
steps of a palacer' mo-" returned the
fortune teller, you will die peacefully.
You will wear a crown and your tomb
shall be far away beside a frozen sea.
But first you will be a traitor to your
flag and fight against your former COM
rades." Here, my man." cried Lefebvre.
there will be nothing left for me; what
shall I become?" you" returned the
seer, will marry the woman you love;
will become a great general and your
name will become a symbol of bravery
and loyalty to future generations
For the first time in her life Catherine
felt little afraid, and said rather falter-
ingly: And what shall I become, Citi-
zen Sorcerer?' You" he replied, will
be the wife of the man you love and wear
coronet of a duchess" ''Bravo"
cried Catherise, land the washing busi-
ness rather slack at this time. too"
They sought to detain the wizard, but he
moved off, not needing them, and Fouche
said: Really, that fellow has not the
slightest inventive power. He predicts the
highest destiIries for all of you, but tells
me nothing" "Oh.' laughed Catherine,
you have already been a parson, Citizen
Fouche, what more do you want?" 81
should like to be minister of police"
We'll, perhaps you may be-for you are
sharp follow, always polIing your nose
into other peoples business" Yes"
sneered Fouche, Il shall be minister of
police when you are a duchess"
The month of July wore itself out; the
battalions of Marseilles arrived-and now,
at length, came the memorable 10th of
August. The night preceding was an ex-
ceptionally fine one. The moon shed
silver radiance over a city which lay
sleeping calm and peaceful; touched with
rI1
Notre Dame, flooded the sjuare with its
light and with a mournful CLEAN rested
upon the roofs Of the royal palace of the
Tuileries. But silently through the
streets, where the buildings hung their
portending shadows, through the lower
quarters of the city, went the emissaries
of the Forty-seven Sections whispering at
each door the words of awful portent:
ITO arms when you hear the sound of the
tocsin and the roll of the drum
It was nearly o'clock when the great
bell of st. Germaine rAuxerrois-that
slaughter of St. Bartholomew exactly 22O
years befire, sent its boding clangor from
its steeple. At the same instant the roll
of the drum was heard and revolutionary
Paris, that monster insatiate of blood
then as it ever has been and seems DOOM
ed to be till the end of time, sprang into
fearful action. The 10th of August broke
over a doomed monarchy; the curtain rose
upon those scenes of terror at which the
world still stands aghast the palace of
the Tufleries was stormed and taken; his
tory was made.
But Catherine Upscher was busy at her
washtubs. Captain Bonaparte needed his
washing the next day. True, he had not
paid his bill for long time. but as Cath
crime had found out that he had to sup
port not only himself but his mother and
a lot of brothers and sisters upon his
scanty means, she was an easy creditor.
IT'S true she sighed over her washing.
"If only
But the captain seldom even looked at
her when she brought the clean clothes
to his little lodging in the Rue du Mail
And when she made noise for the pur
pose of attracting his attention he turned
from his books or his maps or his reveries
with such a look as made her flee in
continently.
Since the night of the BAH at vauxhal,
Catherine had seen Lefebvre often and
had finally consented to become his wife
las soon as the tyrant had fallen
the tryant' being the weak and vacillat-
ing Louis. And the amorous soldier had
tattooed upon his arm blazing heart
with the legend, True to Catherine until
death"
1t was midday and the firing had ceased
except for some scattered shots heard
now and then fired by the victorius peo-
pie In their Joy or at some Of the fleeing
aristocrats, who were being pursued like
sheep through the streets. Catherine eau
tiously poked her nose out of the door of
her laundry to see what was going on
She heard a noise at her back door and
unbarred II to see wounded man dressed
in a white coat, with silk stockings
and knee breeches. who pressed his hands
to his breast to stop the blood which
flowed from his POUNDS. II am one of
the beaten he grasped, IAN Austrian
officer. Take me in-save me. I am the
Count de Nelpperg." Saying this the OFF,
Ger fell senseless upon the threshold.
Catherine dragged him into the room,
caught up the first shirt which came
handy, stripped it into bandages. and
dressed his wounds. Now I've done a
fine thing!" she exclaimed as she saw the
mark upon the shirt which she had de-
strowed. THAT belongs to that little ar
| tillery captain. Napoleon Bonaparte-ana
ba hasn't any too many shirts eithar