Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1913-06-05

left Fortune unattended. Fortune does
not take Insults like these without re-
senting them
So he argued, utterly unknowing
himself. or the fact that the handspring
OF the motive that had driven him TO
Paris was less Madame Linden than
sde deep unrest. the nerve strain that
mace movement Imperative; made it
absolutely necessary that he should
ieave the house, f De Richelieu, where
Tor the time being nothing could be
done. Nj
Then. with an effort he shook or this
paralysis OF mind which had seized him
coach. - : : !. 80 =
they were In the Rue st. Honore
passing eastward. that Is to say, in the
erection OF the Rue st. Antoine and
the Bastile. The carriage. leaving the
hues st. Honore, passed down a street
paranei 70 the Rue des Halles, entered
the Rue st. Antoine, and pursued its
eastward course De Lussac. though
burning with the question that was in
ms mind, remained dumb. He was
AFRAID to ask their destination lest his
voice should betray his emotion. That
the bastile would prove the end OF their
Journey he felt certain.
~ sAAAA sun was ne when
tnev passed the church of Petit St,
tAa on the left, the Fon-
tame ST. Catherine and the Rue Beau-
.r AS they passed the Hotel de
Mayenne. De Lussac pressing his face
20 the window and CHANGING upward.
aan cut.lng the sky. tower gray with
age, ana touched by the last RAYS Of
the setting sun. It was the northern
most tower OF La Bastile
da1 a minute later the carria pa
eIuoppeo, and DE Lussac heard the voice
VI tue coachman answering the chal-
lenge or the sentry. They had reach
~ ~ sens oraW bridge giving entrance to
the court yard OF the fortress.
Where the Rue ST. Antoine met the
outer engirdling wall OF the Bastile It
narrowed, skirted the wall. and rave
exit from Paris by the Port st. An
tome. an arch gateway with three gates
opening on the Rue de la Contrescarpe.
, aah.Ihen t gloomy, gray facing the west
Win Tour towers, facing the east with
rour towers, fronting Paris like an
sIerhal menace, backed by the Fosse de
- AFsehal, the Rue de la Contrescarpe
the wood yards and fields leading ~
me Hotel des Mousquetairea Noirs. the
lor.Tess or the Bastile stood, at once
stronghold and a symbol.
La Force was as gloomy. Vincennes,
as strong. In the ancient chatelet men
mad been far more barbarously used
than in the Bastile. That may be. hut
the Bastile it was that rode the i'm
agination of the people; on that burn
ing july day when the fever of the
Bastile that the people attacked. It
was the concretion in stone OF. all the
evil OF all the kings of France and
their monument. The very market
porters felt this.
De Lussac, an imaginative man.
shared the feeling OF the people, and
as the carriage rumhled across the
drawbridge. 1t seemed to him that in
the growl OF the wheels he heard the
voice of the Bastile, ventral. deep. fatal
to hope, Indifferent as the voice OF a
jailer. s.
so! another prisoner; pass him on
|! They passed through courtyard.
De Lussac could hear their harsh
voices as they challenged and the
,coachman's reply as he showed his
permit, and drove on through gate
way, and across another courtyard to a
doorway.
prisoners, possessed door iron stud
ded and q foot thick. 1t stood half
open, and guarded by sentries who
We're already apprised of the entrance
of the carriage. and as Beauregard de-
scended and gave his arm to his pris-
oner the sentries presented arms, and
from somewhere in the deep recesses
of the fortress came the hoarse clang-
ing of a bell.
1t was the bell that announced to
turkeys and sentriese the arrival OF a
prisoner. At its sound all corridors
would be cleared. prisoners returning
from exercise would be hurried along
to their cells, the governor would be
summoned and the clerk who had to
deal with the books of the prison. De
Lussac. following Monsieur Beauregard
and followed by a sentry, passed along
a stone corridor to door barred bolt
ed and studded with nail heads each as
big as a child's fist. "A turnkey who
had already removed the bars and slid
the bolts, opened the door, and, as they
passed through, it closed behind them,
and the clang of the bars replaced
came family and in muffled manner
speaking Of the doors. thickness and
strength. t
This corridor which they had entered
was family lighted and led to the room
of audience,s where prisoners were re-
ceived by the governor, and 1t was in
this corridor that De Lussac encoun-
tered something more depressing than
the thickness Of the wallis, the strength
OF the doors, or the gloom OF the cor
ridors. 1t was the smell of the Bas-
tile.
La Bastile had a faint and poison
Gus breath of her own that, once en-
countered, endured in the memory for
ever; whether from fungus in the cell
lars, oubliettes. and dungeons far be-
low the fortress, or simply from the
very antiquity of the stone and mortar.
who can say, but the faint tomb-like
odor remained, ineradicable as the evil
of her builders