The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-09-04
CHAPTER vrI--tcontnued.

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" CHAPTER vIn--(continued.)
But from the royal palace to the
bastile, and from the temple to Sainte
houses were crowded, indeed: house
roofs, shrill spires, weathercocks,
domes and towers; 10000 weather.
cocks, 100 spires, palace roofs
and gilded domes; the blue
Seine straddled by the Quaintest
bridges. What a sight was that old
Paris ion q feast day, with the bells OF
Saint Eustache, the carlton of Notre
Dame answering the carlton OF Saint
Roche; Saint Martin, Saint Paul, Saint
Victor and Sainte Genevieye starring
the blue sky. each with a spire and a
sparkle of sound; the windmills OF
Petit GENTLY reckoning TO the wind
mills OF Pincourt, and the blue Seine
laughing through 1t ALI How splen-
did, from a distance, 1t looked! But
descend int those streets where De
Lussac was making his way, and the
splendor vanished. The ~sky-plercing
spires OF the churches, the roofs of the
palaces were forgotten. Here IONS saw
squalor ind meanness, the half
starved 9 and theshrdlpshrdlu =
child; rags and tatters and human
ruin were evident on every side; N
saw the remnants OF a people devoured
by long generations OF kings, mobiles
and priests. Here one saw feast days
with nothing to eat gilded virgins
blessing the accused. jeweled saints
knocking the destitute, the king MAX
them. Every law but the law OF God,
and the carriage OF the DUO 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 the carriage, retaining
only the hat, and he nov became
aware that the hat go wide Of br;n
and so i'll matching his dress, vas at
tracing the attention of the passers-
by. M 4 y
The Rue Petit Versailles, for which.
he was aiming, lay across the river;
to reach IT he would have to cross the
Isle des Cygnes, so, making his way
from the narrow and C1tsrnal street
wherein he was, he struck bgIo the Rue
des Falconniers, passed tn niotel de
Sens and by way OF the Place Moneils
found the Point Marie, He crossed the
Isle des Cygnes, a veritable little town.
made up OF nine huge blocks OF houses,
and by the Pont de la TourneIle 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 IT was.
With renewed courage he took his way
pastath Fort de la Tournelle under the
Porte st. Bernard and past the wine
market; q long street OF squalid houses
brought him Into the Rue Petit Yer
sailles, known In the time of Louis
XIII as the Rue Vautrin. Here, at an
old house hat seemed nodding for
ward with the weight OF years, De
Lussac stopped, pulled the bell and
was admitted.
In fye minutes ne came out again,
walking with a lighter step. He had
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 Mon
sieur Blanc had given him a 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 1t
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
eastern angle Of the Isle des cygnes,
began to- strike the hour. Five heavy
strokes sounded and died away. De
Lussac paused. Would II be better
for him to seek some hiding place till
darkness made II possible for him to
cross Paris without being observed2
There were wood yards here great
empty spaces deserted by day, the
camping ground OF thieves by night
the place seemed prepared for him to
hide In. Should he hide2 Imposslblei
The 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 II matter, so long as
he wa recognized BIZ none OF De