Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-09-12
CHAPTER v111-(continued.)


But from the royal palace to the
bastile, and from the temple to saints
Genev1eve, across the river, then the
houses were crowded, indeed: house
roofs, shrill spires, weathercocks,
domes and towers; 10000 weather
cocks. 100 spires. palace roofs
Seine straddled by the quaintest
bridges. What q sight was that old
Paris on a feast day, with the bells Of
Saint Merit answering the bells Of
Saint Eustache, the carlton Of Notre
Dame answering h carlton Of Saint
Roche; Saint Martin, Saint Paul. Saint
the blue sky, each with a spire and q
sparkle Of sound: the windmills Of
Petit GENTLY reckoning to the wind
mills OF Pincourt, and h blue Seine
laughing through 1t all! How splen-
did. from q distance. 1t looked! But
Lussac was making his way, and the
splendor vanished. The sky-piercing
spires Of the churches. the roofs Of the
palaces were forgotten. Here saw
squalor and meanness. the half
starved dog and theshrdlushrdlu u
starved dog and the half-starved
child; rags and tatters and human
ruin were evident on every side: one
saw the remnants Of q people devoured
by long generations Of kings, mobiles
priests. Here n saw feast days
with nothing to eat, gilded virgins
blessing the accursed. jeweled saints
ing thieves and De Sartines hanging
them. Every law but the law Of God,
and 'the carriage Of the Due 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 thu carriage. retaining
var that the hat, 30 wide Of brim
and 30 i'll matching his dress, was at
tracing the attention Of the passers-
by.
The Rue Petit Versailles, for which
he was aiming, lay cross the river;
to reach 1t he would have to cross the
Isle des Cygnes. 30. making his way
from the narrow and dismal street
wherein he q he struck into the Rue
des F~auconniers. passed the Hotel de
Sens and by way Of b Place Moneils
found h Pont Marie. He crossed the
Isle des Cygnes, 2 veritable 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 not been recognized,
only stared at: and, after all, that did
not matter. unpleasant though 1t was.
With renewed courage he o his way
P0oS eAAo OTS JIG ~ 4VuIuSll0 OuOSI tho
Porte st. Bernard and past the wine
market: 9 long street Of squalid houses
brought him into the Rue Petit Ver-
sailles. known in the time Of Louis
XIII AZ the Rue vautrin. Here, at an
old house that seemed nodding for
ward with the weight. Of years. Dc
Lussac stopped. pulled the bell and
was admitted.
In hve minutes he came out again.
walking with q lighter step. He had
rot 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 he papers. but Mon
sieur Blanc had given him q piece Of
advice a. to where he should 60 and
with whom he should hide.
Unfortunately. Monsieur Blanc could
not Give him . hat a. well. and It
would be necessary to cross Paris In
the hat he was wearing. thus drawing
the attention Of every eye. Az he
reached the Porte St Bernard, tho
great clock Of the Hotel de Breton
viliass which was situated Is the