The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-06-05

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left Fortune unattended. Fortune does
not take insults dixie these without re-
genting 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
de deep unrest, h nerve strain that
made movement irnperative. made 1t
absolutely necessary that he should
leave the house of DE Richelieu, where,
done. ,Il
Then, with an effort. he shook of this
paralysis OF mind which had seized him
-'anced through the window of the
coach. .#s :. a.%-n@2 g8E f.
They were in the Rue ST. Honore
passing eastward, that Is to say, In the
direction or the Rue st. Antoine and
the Bast1le. The carriage, leaving the
Rue st. Honore, passed down a street
parallel to the Rue des Halles, entered
tne 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 Bastle would prove the end of their
Journey he felt certain.
More" certain still was he when
hntp ""oou ehe churcn OF Petit St
antoine on the left, the Fon-
taine st. Catherine and the Rue Beau
trelils. AS they passed the Hotel de
Mayenne, De LusSac, pressing HIS face
TO the window and glancfng inward.
saw, cutting the sky, a tower gray with
e and touched by the last rays of
sne settlng sun: 1t was the northern
most tower Of La BastIe. ~.
a a minute later the carriage
stoppeo, n De Lussac heard the voice
OF the coachman answering the chaI-
lenBe or the sentry. They had reach
ed p raw bridge giving entrance to
the court yard OF the fortress.
where the Rue st. Antoine met the
outer engirdling wall of the Bastile IL
narrowed, sktrted the wall, and gave
exit from Paris by the Port st. An
tome. an arch gateway with three gates
opening on the Rue de la Contrescarpe
immense gloomy, gray, facing the west
Win 1our towers, facing the east with
-FOUR towers, fronting Paris like an
9ternal menace, backed by he osse de
LArsenal, the Rue de la Contrescarpe,
the wood yards and fields leading to
the Hotel des Mousquetaires Noirs, the
fortress of the Bastile stood. at once
a stronghold n a symbol.
La Force was as gloomy, V~incennes
as strong. In the ancient chatelet men
a been far more barbarously used
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the Bastile it was that rode the i'm
agination OF the people; on that burn
ing July day when the fever of the
revolution rose to a crisis 1t was the
Bastile that the people attacked. 1t
was h concretion in stone OF all the
evil OF all the kings OF France, and
their monument. The very market
porters felt this. ~
De Lussac, al imaginative man,
shared the feeling GT the people, and
as the carriage rurnbled across the
d~rawbridge. 1t seemed to him that in
the growl OF the wheels he heard the
voice OF the Bastile, ventral, deep, fatal
TO nope, indifferent as the voice OF a
jailer. =
Sol another prisoner; pass him on"
They passed through a courtyard,
n were again checked by sentries.
De Lussac could hear their harsh
voices as they challenged. and the
coachman'S reply as he showed his
permit, and drove on through a gate
way, and across another courtyard to a
doorway. f
This doorway, the main entrance for
prisoners, possessed a door iron-stud-
ded and O foot thick. 1t stood half
open, and guarded by sentries who
were already apprised Of the entrance
of the carriage, and as Beauregard de-
scended and ave his arm to his pris-
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from somewhere in the deep recesses
OF h fortress came the hoarse clang-
ing of a bell. ..,
It was the bell that announced to
turnkeyE and sentries 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 a 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 n slid
the bolts, opened the door, and, as they
passed through, 1t closed behind them,
and the clang OF the bars replaced
came family and in a muffled manner
speaking OF the doors thickness and
strength.
This corridor which they had entered
was family lighted, and led to the DON
| Of audience, where prisoners were re-
ceived by the governor, n 1t was In
this corridor that De Lussac encoun
tered something more depressing than
the thickness Of the walls, the strength
of the doors, or the gloom OF the o r
ridors. 1t was the smell Of the Bias
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 like
odor remained, ineradicable as the evil
of her builders.