The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-07-24

spires and towers to n sun, the Paris
of Louis XII, half university, half city;
the Paris of Villon and Rabelais.
through which in the winter wolves
prowled; dominated by Notre Dame
and the gibbets of M~ontfaucon-
AT one of these old houses Madame
Linden paused. verified the number
and then, going up the two steps that
led to the doorway, rang the qfleasy
bell.
Scarcely had she released the handle
when the door opened and a man APP
peared, He was gray bearded. shabby
and rusty, attired in a snuff colored
coat the worse for wear and a broad
Dfimme6 hat; he carried a book under
his arm and it was quite evident that
he had not opened he door in reply to
the summons. for. when he say the
yelled figure of the woman he started
back.
What do you want?" said he, hold
ing the door in such a way that he
could clap it TO at a moments notice.
Monsieur replied the baroness,
who, despite the desperate seriousness
of her mission. could scarcely restrain
her mirth at the appearance OF the
book worm and his evident alarm, /
want an Interview with you on a mat
ter of the limos importance to n
OF your friends
You know me them"
"Oh, monsieur. all Europe knows you,
and though l nave never seen You be-
fore, yet l recognize YOU at once"
The book worm, anured by the
voice of the charuer. came forward
and, closing the loo behind him, stood
on the step.
He had a mirthless face, a face
wherein lurked suspicion and distrust;
an extraordinary face, SO much of
greatness and of littleness did it con-
tam; the face of 9 practical man and
3 dreamer-he had even forgotten to
wash it that morning. just as he had
forgotten TO brush, his coat, which he
held tightly cIasped about him with
one thin hand, as ii TO fend OFF the APP
proaches OF the world.
Thus in the early morning bright
ness stood Monsieur Rousseau Of
! Geneva. a most difficult subject TO deal
with. as Madame Linden perceived,
despite her veil. Soft words We're Of
no use as q first approach TO this
i~egasi>e and self-eentered nature.
Well. monsieur she went on, II
agsn compliment You on many things,
}bUt there is one thing on which I can
met felicitate you, and that is your
sense OF hospitality"
Madame" said Rousseau, taken
ab&ck, Il am bound on an early morn
ing visit to my friend Monsieur de
AE4-4A<S-. E5CSAL4SS, 4.l14E1Ii4S, i 10 not
Know you"
Therefore. Won clap you door in
Rsy face? All, monsieur. how easy it
us 10 he a philosopher; TO order an
enE<ror out Of You sunlight, TO clap
ycuT DOOR In the face of a wouani
Come, l Will explain myself, then, in
he open air. if o viii allow me to
walk beside o down the street. And
Eow, directly 70 my point, your friend
/ Monsieur le Comte de Lussac is in
prison
I'm prison.
In me fortress of the Bastile.
c4ught in the tolls Of Monsieur de
Sa-unes. Trho viii GeEour him as sure
y as q spider devours q fy, if I do not
coke 10 his assistance"
N0yV Rossaaut had q real fondness for
1ts d4sSlple. De Lnssac, but Rosseau,
I1d1g1 2Se preached unrest, was no
egasptrator. ne knew nothing of the
Society " tue Midi: ne was a philos-
aHher- u musician. q thinker. his social
contraay did rot include hsticufs.
agstsarne." saiG ne. stopping and
6zcsaE her. That you tell me disturbs
Ze deeply In ETfsonl and what has
Ga1s unfortunate young man one"
This ua~fJrcuniare young man, mon
sie7ar, has simply bern Carrying cut in
practice TagE ytQ pEeach IN theory.
Eo1 have made MIN disseminated with
ttEa v77orIE as Il is, and ha Mas been
trying 10 upset 1T. succeeding only in
nearly upsettiEg Monsieur de sar-
tfEeg cGach."
Upse5ting Monsieur de s-artsnes'
coach
Z sDeak fguratlvely. monsieur. He
mas BEEN conspiEiEig against the social
Eser. I the social order has placed
him in prison"
Rousseau funbled with his book.
standing before Madame Linden like a
school boy. In the few moments OK
their conversation her intelligence had
.overridden his genius. she was k
ing him TO task
Madame" said ne az last. II nave
nothing to do with conspiracies. I
have never preached sedition. You
say that my teaching has made he
young man discontented with things
As they are. Granted: thai is what my
teaching aims at. Since when was
.c~ontentrnent a virtue? Take it even in
art. What artist who is content with
his work ever arrives at greatness"
In another he would nave
plunged and hidden himself in the
fountain OF philosophy, but madame
WAS too quick for him.
Monsieur, you wander from the
point This is not a question OF art
but politics, and Monsieur de Lussac
has arrived, owing to the discontent-
snent you taught him, not at greatness,
but in prison. 1t is your duty to help
me, without in the least involving
yourself. to extricate him"
Madame" said Rousseau decisively.
III this is as You say, / will myself
go n see the king"
Continued next week.