Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1913-04-24

her hand. led her to one u me wm00Ks
of the room and flung It open.
The sounds OF the Rue Cog Heron, all
sorts of weird cries Of old Paris, filled
the room; the cry of the street hawk! er
came across the little courtyard. the
ney-coach and the footsteps of the
passersby.
That Is why" said he, pointing be-
fore her. Look! Look at those peo-
pie; look at their faces; see that wonl-
an. that rag picker, who is herself a
street, but the Rue Cog Heron; anu
this is nothing In a city given over to
starvation. misery and despair: filled
with a people whose blood has been
sucked by a vampire king and aNvam-
pire courtesan"
She closed the window.
Tomorrow" said she. gently leading
him from it. those people. should they
destroy their vampire king. would turn
vampires themselves; out of that gut
ter another king would arise as surely
as. another sun will dawn tomorrow.
What you are attacking is not the evil
of the king and court, but the evil that
lies in the human heart. BY the fierce
overthrow Of the existing state OF
things will you alter the heart OF men?
Never, never, never! No more than by
| furiously destroying bad crop Will
you make new corn grow. Destruction
my friend, Is the logic of a mailman.
You would raise the people by running
the mobiles, when your policy ought to
be to ruin the mobiles by raising the
people" Then. turning to the window,
she paused for moment, gaZed out at
the street, and turned again.
1T seems to me, from my experience
of the world, that all conspirators are
children. One can not help loving them
as they beat their bare palms on the
door, break their toys. succeed some-
times in their little revolutions, which.
however, leave the great world some
| how the same as before" She came to
him where he was sitting with his face
| between his hands, drew them away
taking him by the hand, she talked to
him, talked TO him the philosophy OF
humanity divorced from the philosophy
of hate, spoke simply and truly and
well. With humor and logic and that
bell like voice that was in itself an
argument, she LED his mind as child
| is led by a firm and gentle hand to
the heights OF her point Of view.
And now" finished she, Choose, my
| friend. which you will have. Myself.
my future, my love and the power to
work for your fellowmen by rational
methods-or the course you are now
pursuing and the ruin 1t will lead to-
He stood up took both her hands
and held them while he spoke, looking
into her eyes as he spoke.
For you l would deny my religion
and my country, renounce my wealth
and title, walk barefoot through the
world and fling my soul to Satan. If by
so doing could buy you paradise"
Then you will leave France with
me?"
II will"
Forget your enmity to the king?"
Il will, for you have shown me the
hatefulness of personal enrnity. Your
philosophy will be my philosophy. With
the same aim, let US work by different
methods"
| He folded her in his arms
Now leave me-" she said. II have
affairs to arrange before i start for
Compiegne. l will return tomorrow
afternoon. Will you meet me here at
3 oclock?"
Il will be here. And your address at
Compiegne?"
My address will be the Villa Rose
|Compiegne, the first house as you en-
ter the town by the Paris road"