The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1913-06-05

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 lesss Madame Linden than
mad movement imperative; made it
absolutely necessary that he should
leaye the house of De Richelieu, where,
done.
Then, with an effort, he shook off this
paralysis of mind which had seized him
coach.
They were in the Rue ST, Honore
passing eastward, that Is to say, in the
ulrectlon of h Rue st. Antoine and
IN. Bastile. The carriage, leaving the
tue 81. Honore, passed down a street
parallel to the Rue des Halles, entered
the Rue st. Antoine, and pursued its
Eastward course. De Lussac, though
burning with the question tha was ins
ms mind, remained dumb. He was
AFRAID to ask their destination lest his
voice shout betray his emotion. That
the BastIle would prove the end of their
Journey he felt certain.
more certain still was he when
tnev passed the church of Petit st.
tame st. Catherine and the R'e R nen-
trellis. AS they passed the Hotel de
Mayenne. De LusSac, pressing his face
70 the window and CHANGING inward.
saw, cutting the sky, a tower gray with
aEe ana touched by the last rays of
most tower of La Bastile.
T1aiI a minute later the carrie oa
stopped and De Lussac heard the voice
VI the coachman answering the chal-
lenge or the sentry. They had reach
~ ~ lae draw bridge giving entrance to
the court yard of the fortress.
where the Rue st. Antoine met the
outer eng1rdling wall Of the Bastile 1t
narrowed, sklrted 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
with -FOUR towers, facing the east with
lIour lowers, fronting Paris like an
eternal menace, backed by the Fosse de
LArsenal. the Rue de la Contrescarpe,
the wood yards and fields leading to
the Hotel des Mousquetaires Noirs the
Iortress OF the Bastile stood, at once
a stronghold and a symbol.
La Force was as gloomy, Vincennes
as strong. I theAancient chatelet men
naa neen far more ~barbarously used
DooSA1C r. Il Liz Inlay De, EDuL
the Bastile it was that rode he i'm
aglnation of the people: on that burn
ing July day when the fever of the
revolution rose to a crisis it was the
Bastlle tina the people attacked. 1t
a the concretion in stone of all the
evil Of all the kings Of France, ana
their monument. The very market
porters felt this.
De Lussac, an imaginative man,
shared the feeling Of the people, and
as the carriage rumbled across the
drawbridge, it seemed to him that in
the growl Of the wheels he heard the
voice Of the Basti1e, ventral, deep, fatal
jailer.2
so! another prisoner; pass him on"
They passed through a courtyard,
We're again checked by sentries.
De Lussac could hear their harsh
voices as. they challenged and the
coachman's reply as he. showed his
permit, n drove on through a gate
way. and across another courtyard to a
doorway.
This doorway, the main entrance for
prisoners, possessed a door iron-stud-
ded and a foot-thick. It stood half
Open, and guarded by sentries who
were already apprfsed OF the entrance
Of the carriage, n 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 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 B~eauregard
and followed by a sentry, passed along
a stone corridor to a door barred, bolt
ed and studded with all heads each as
big as a child's fist. A turnkey, who
had already removed the oars and slid
the bolts, opened the door, and, as they
and the clang of the bars replaced
came family n in a muffled n
speaking of the doors thickness and
strength. =
This corridor which they had entered
was family lighted, and led to the room
Of audience, where prisoners were re-
ceived by the governor, and 1t was in
this corridor that De Lussac encoun-
tered something more depressing b
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.
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