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sac had done, 1t was bad enough in
the eyes of the government to result
In his incarceration in the bastile.
The impractical dreamer in the arm
cha1r this visionary who, all h same
IN the few pages of LIE Contrat Social
INSURED the old world Of thought like
a ball OF glass and freed the dream OF
mans freedom like a bubble; this giant
who was also a child suddenly smote
himself a mighty blow on the fore
head.
Could Voltaire be at the bottom of all
this? The pretty woman, the mystic
rious packet. the imprisoned friend:
could all this be a plot laid for his
ruin by that arch enemy, that bro
caded monkey, that fat Francois Marie
Arouet de Voltaire!
The thought completed his misery,
INC Just as a child takes to sucking
Its comforter for consolation, SO did
our philosopher turn to his spinet. He
notes. And now, mystery of the crea-
tive imagination! Though his trou-
bles We're not forgotten. they had in
some magic way opened the doors OF
that temple OF the brain where music
sits n dreams. TT
AoNSA AS was SGdlGO III Tile
table with some music-paper before
him. .
Therese had gone Off for the day,
leaving behind her a potato salad for
his dinner. At 4 o'clock, urged by the
sensation Of hunger. he searched for
found that he had wrecked the music
IN his head; fell asleep, and was awak-
ened by the ringing Of the bell.
It was Therese returned,
ne hurried down. and. found De Lus-
sac at the door.
1t was only when he had reached
Rousseau's steps that De Lussac felt
the effects Of his long fast. He had
not eaten that day. and he had gone
Lhrough adventures sufficient to tax
the strongest man.
He almost fell in Rousseau's arms.
al am pursued" said he, land, NOR
uleu! ! can scarcely stand. Shelter me,
my friend, and give me something to
eat; 1 am fainting!!"
Rousseau, a rabbit a moment ago hut
a lion now. cast his arm round the
comte to support him. He would have
dehed the whole Hotel de S%artines,
guards, swiss soldiers, lieutenant gen
their prisoner. For this s~entimentalist,
this dreamer, this timorous spinet-
Ilnkler was a mai at. heart, ALWAYS
fearful Of the things that lay in the fu-
ture, brought face to face with real
hanger, called on by real distress, he
had no fear.
He led the comte UP the rickety
stairs, placed him in the arm chair, and,
dartlng into the kitchen, which was also
the parlor, began to search for food.
lie round q pie prepared by Therese
Tor their supper, a bottle of wine, some
bread and a knife, fork and plate.
When De Lussac had finished half a
Il DOttle OF wine and mado torrib1o IN
ROADS into the sacred pie, the blood re-
turned to his cheeks and life began for
him again.
In as few words as possible he told
ms tale from the very beginning, and
rousseau listened. %astounded and per-
of intellect. the delicate, graceful and
gracious De Lussac, with the terrible
hornet that had burst from the BastiIe,
half s~trangling De Richelieu, striking
Beauregard with its sting, shifting and
pursuing In broad day the agents of De
across Paris and lighting at his steps
in the resumed formed Of the graceful
and delicate De Lussac.
1t was an object lesson in that most
difficult subject, man, delivered as if
by heaven to this philosopher who a
made mankind his study.
"Mordieu!" said he, permitting him
~ " o-SS " SWSdAy F Ad YOU TEL
me sounds like a conte by Monsieur
Tobias. And is this Monsieur de Beau
regard likely to die Of his wounds?"
Il do not know" replied De Lussac.
Il trust not. Should he die. however,
my mind is clear on the matter. I did
it in self-defense."
LAY, ay," replied Rousseau; Gin self
defense, but all the same, he acted from
duty. You killed him in the execution
of his duty
Pardon me-" cut in the other. do
not say killed, for I left him still liv-
ing"
But Jean Jacques heard him not. He
had risen to his feet and was pacing
the floor, urging by his Internal i'm
agination.
ITO kill a man in the execution of
his duty is a grave offense. 1 am not
speaking Of the human law, but Of that
moral code which is part Of the struc-
ture of the human mind
but, monsieur, I a not killed
him; and our quarrel was private; he
insulted my hat, I challenged him, and
he fell Such things happen every day
in Paris"
Eyes, SO do murders and larcenies.
Stay; I do not wish to stand in judg-
ment over you. Who am 1 to do SO?
But I think, monsieur, you have been
precipitate. In breaking from prison
youslaid yourself out a course that in
eV1tably entalled disaster to others, If
not to yourself. Take, for instance,
Monsieur lie Due de Richelieu."
HE is not hurt
This Monsieur de Beauregard."
H will recover"
1.-The agent"
Whom felled? Oh, mordieu!
wager he is even now joining III the
hunt for me-"
Take myself. I give you refuge, but
in doing 80 l endanger my own very
safety. You have been precipitate,
whereas you should have been philo-
sophical."
TN what way?" asked De Lussac,
who had risen to his feet.
you should have remained In his
.majesty's fortress Of the bastile. and
sent for me. I would have seen the
king. I would have used my influence;
your friends would have helped me
then all would have been WE'LL
De Lussac had not told Jean Jacques
! Of the document which had led to all
this trouble. simply stating that his i'm
! prisonment was due to his connection
with the Society of the Midi; 0 did
he tell him now.
Monsieur said he, moving toward