The Washington herald., 1913-02-02

| tlle f1Otel (IOeOTldll, inc ilOtSi7
Cbarost, Montbazon, D'AguesSeau, and
D'Evreux the Hotel de Duras, I'M,
mense in its parallelogram OF Malicu
gardens, and the Hotel de ChevIliy IN
! its triangular grounds at the foot OF
the Rue St. Honore.
Northward the heights OF Mont
martre showed trees; the Faubourg St'
Martin. trees and the roofs of the hos
pital St Louis: the FaubourgS du
Temple. Courtillc. Pincourt-trees,
waste spaces, gardens. wIndmIlls.
But from the royal palace to the
Bastilc. and from the Temple TO SAINT
Gencvievc. across the river, there the
houses were crowded, indeed; house
roofs, shrill spires, wcathercockS, doneS'
and towers: ten thousand weather
cocks. a hundred spires, palace roofs
and gilded domes; the blue Seine
straddled bv the quaintest bridges
Wha. a sight was that old Paris on
a feast dav, with the bells OF SAINT
| Merri answering the bells of Saint
Eustache, the carlton of Notre Dame
answering the carlton of Saint Roche !;
Saint Martin. Saint Paul. SAINT Hlctor'
and Sainte Gcncvicve starring the biue
sky. each with a spire and sparkle
| of sound the windmillS OF Petit Cen
tilly beckoning to the wlndmills OF Pm
court. and the blue Seine laughing
through it all. How splendid, from
distance, it looked But descend into
those streets where De LuSsac was
making his way. and the splendor van
ished The sky-piercing spires OF the
churches, the roofs of the palaces were
forgotten. Here one saw squalor and
meannesS. the half-starved dog and the
half-starved child; rags and tatters
and human ruin were evident on every
side: one saw che remnants OF peo-
pie devoured by long generations OF
kings. mobiles. and priests. Here one
saw feast DAYS with nothing to eat,
gilded virgins blessing the accursed,
jeweled saints mocking the destitute,
the king making thieves and De Sar-
tines hanging them. Every law but
the law OF God, and the carriage OF
the Due d'Aiguilion 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 the hat, and he now became aware
that the hat. so wide of brim and so
i'll matching his dress, was attracting
the attention of the passers-by.
The Rue Petit Versailles, for which
he was aiming, lay across the river !;
to reach it he would have to cross the
Isle des Cynges, so, making his way
from the narrow and dismal street
wherein he was, he struck into the Rue
des FauCOnnicrs, passed the Hotel dc
Sens, and by way OF the Place MoneIls
found the Pont Marie. He crossed the
Isle dc CyngeS, a veritablc little town
made up of nine huge blocks of houses.
and by the Pont dc Ia Tournclle found
the left bank and the Port all Vim.
So far he had not been recognized.
only stared at; and. after all. that did
not matter, unpleasant though Ii was.
With renewed courage he took his way
past the Fort de la Tournelle under the
Porte St Bernard and past the wine
market; a long street OF squalld
houses brought him into the Rue Petit
Versailles. known IN the time of Louis
Nil. as the Rue Nautrin. Here. at
an old house that seemed nodding for
ward with the weight of years, De
LuSSac stopped, pulled the bell and was
admitted
In five minutes he came out again.
walking with a lighter step. He had
got rid of his papers. The documents
OF the Society OF the Midi were in
safe keeping at last. Verify the fates
were working with him. for not only
had he got rid OF the papers, but
Monsieur Blanc had given him piece
of advice as TO where he should go
and with whom he should hide.
Unfortunately Monsieur Blanc could
not give him a hat as well. and il
would be necessary to cross Paris in
the hat he was wearing. thus drawing
the attention OF every eye As he
reached the Porte St. Bernard. the
great clock of the Hotel de Breton
villier. which was situated at the east
ern angle Of the Isle des Cynges. began
to strike the hour Five heavy strokes
sounded and died away De Lussac
paused. Would it be better for him
to seek some hiding place ill darkness
made it possible for him to cross Paris
without being observed: There were
woodyards here, great empty spaces de-
serted by day. the camping ground of
thieves by night; the place seemed
prepared for him to hide in. Should
he hfde: Impossible l ne four hours OF
inaction before darkness were not to
be thought of besides. the pursuit was
not yet upon him; even should he be
recognized by friends, what did it mat
ter. so long as he was recognized by
none OF De Sartines' agents?
So thinking, he passed under one Of
the arches of the Porte St Bernard.
entered the Port All Vim, and walked
right into the arms of Monsieur Beau
regard Beauregard. who had come to
this quarter of the city on some police
business, had been walking along,
thinking of a pretty girl he had passed
on the Pont de la Tournelle, when he
found himself all at once face to face
with De Lussac The astonishment of
one was mirrored in the face of the
other