Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1913-09-04
CHAPTER v1I1-(continued.)

But from the royal palace to the
bastile, and from the temple to Sainte
Geneyieve, across the river, then the
houses We're crowded, indeed: house
roofs, shrill spires, weathercocks,
doraes n towers; 10000 weather
and gilded domes; the blue
Seine straddled by the q~uaintest
bridges. What a sight was that old
Paris on a feast day, with the bells of
Saint Merri answering the bells of
Saint Eustache. the carlton OF Notre
PANE answering the carlton of Saint
Roche; Saint Martin. Saint Paul, Saint
Victor and Sainte Genevieve starring
the blue sky. each with a spire and a
sparkle of sound; the windmills OF
Petit GENTLY reckoning to the wind
mills of Pincourt, and the blue Seine
laughing through 1t all! How splen-
did, from a distance, it looked! But
descend into those streets where De
Lussac was making his way, and the
splendor vanished. The sky piercing
spires Of the churches, the roofs OF the
palaces We're forgotten. Here saw
squalor and meanness, the half
starved dog and theshrdlushrdlu U
child; rags and tatters and human
ruin were evident on every side; n
saw h remnants OF q people devoured
by long generations OF kings, mobiles
and priests. Here n saw feast days
with nothing to eat, gilded virgins
hooking the destitute, the king MAX
Ing thieves and De Sartines hanging
them. Every law but the law of God,
and the carriage of the Duo d.Aiguillon
splashing the mud OF the streets in the
faces OF the people.
But De Lussac had no eyes for the
sights around him. He had left the
heavy cloak in the carriage, retaining
only h hat. n he now became
aware that the hat, 30 wide OF brim
and so i'll matching his dress, was at
tracing the attention of the passers-
by.
The Rue Petit Versailles, for which
he was aiming, lay across the river;
Ito reach 1T he would ave to cross the
Isle des Cygnes, SO, making his way
from the narrow and dismal street
wherein he q he struck into the Rue
1des FaucOnniers, passed the Hotel de
Sens and by way OF h Place Moneils
found the Pont Marie. He crossed the
I Isle DIES Cygnes, a yeritable little town
made up Of nine huge blocks of houses,
and by the Pont de la Tournelle found
the left bank and the Port au Vim.
So far he had D been recognized,
only stared at; and, after all, that did
not matter, unpleasant though 1t was
With renewed courage; he took his way
II PAST tu0 CUTL5O6AAA AOuIIellC UnQeT the
Porte St. Bernard and past the wine
market; q long streetsof squalid houses
brought him Into the Rue Petit Yer
sailles, known In h time Of Louis
XIII ass the Rue 9Vautrin. Here. at an
old house that seemed nodding for
ward with the weight OF years, De
Lussac stopped. pulled the bell and
was admitted.
ii i've minutes he came out again
walking with q lighter step. He had
got rid of his papers. The documents
at sthe.SSdclety OF the Midi were In
safe keeping at last. Verify the fates
were working with him, TOR mo- only
had he got rid Of the papers. but Mon
seieur Blanc had given him q piece OF
advice ~ to where he should go and
with whom he should hide.
Unfortunately, MOn1ieur Blanc could
not give him hat % well. and 4
world be necessary to- cross Paris In
tho hat heswas wearing. thus drawing
reached the Ports 81 Bernard, the
treat clock 0f the Hotel de- Breton
Yillters which was situated at the
eastern angle OF the Isle des Cygnes
began to strike the hour. Five heavy
str0kes sounded and died away. d.
IA4seAc paused Would ii be better
darknees made IL possible for hinI&tu
CRISIS Paris without being observed!
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