The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-25
GIRL DRINKS BLOOD ID PROVE
 FILIAL LOVE
Act Saves Father From Guillotine in Early Days
 of France,

one but woman do tnatE Answer, Noble Men of the world, ye who do, and have done colossal things, Could anyone but a woman do it7 Could you do 1t, reader2 Test every pulse of your being that may regis ter "Abnegation"', by the following supreme test Ldsteu( It happened on a morning in 1792, The Reign of Terror in France was tossing its red waves ever higher and sweep ing to its incardined ocean the guilt less as well as the guilty. The mob of Paris, long maddcncd by wrongs, had now become freakisA In Its Cru- city, and positively grotcsque in the periodicity of absolv.ug of one Tic- tin, or of another A worthy Mayor of a small town in France. who had in no way been conspicuous in op- pression of the people, bus who ra- ther had pleaded their cause, was lighted upon by the Committee of Public Safety and thc fooming Jaco- bins upon the occasion Of hjs visit to Paris on pressing business, James enough, roared the assembly, James Cazotte held high office to trample upon the peoples rights; that was enough, spat out the mouths SO long hungry, uufea mouths llct US aC- knowledge it) from 'RUlCrs" dis tribute of "Bread'', James Co., ze1te to the Cousjcrgcrie, and death within twenty-fouV hCuasl" roarCd the dreadful faces smcared with blood and wine and scanned with feroctCv Amid the changing of the Assembly bell and the shrieks of satisfied dancers of the CarmaEuolo the vote was taken,
 Now, there lately had been set up on the Place de Ia CoucOrde-the glorious square that opens into the Champs EIysees today, and through which only yesterday the Allied Ar mics marched in victory-a very dreadful thing had been set up, Co do doughty work, A Dr, Joseph Ig~ natfus GuilIotiu had invented this in- strument of rapid and satisfactory death.~ and the Eovolution called 1t ~I.a Gufllot'ue'', They called 1t tho Maiden" and the Widow" and made facecious remarks on the young lady's great thirst that day: La Gull lotine drank tumhrils of human veins yesterday" laughed Paris and the long Euffaw fingered on the morn Ing air.
 It was the morning after his con
 
 Congterger1c. James Cazotte. Mayor. his hair turned white in a single night. was about to Ne7ped ur the steps of the guiuotine after the hldeous Journey in the death-car1 through Paris with the crowds laughing and splitting in his face and in thai of his companions in con demnation- His hands were tied be- hind him His head was bare His face was already the face of the dead They had showed him forward on the platform of the guilotine- and the r-uffle of the drums that were used to shroud the cries and protests Of the less courageous had already be gun their sJmbre roll This was a good day for La GuiIIotine". A Mayor, an abOn1nabls OppressOr of the people was 10 pay the forfeit shrielzsd the crowd whose thin voices long attuned to the scene had learned to dominate the roar Sam son, the sinister executiOner stood ready James Cazotte cast one look over PaIis-the Ias1-his heart flew out of his eyes to the little town far away where was his only child, a girl of seventeen And then his eyes were homes of prayer. He com nitted her to the AII-Father- Good Godl Some ones voice in the crowd. -'Stupt- (Arretsz) shrieked an old woman's voice, @C7est sa fE1er' CIts his daughter) Yes, she had followed him to Paris fearing for him. the r year old girl She had got through the jammed-Ln streets, God Almighty only knows how. She had got 10 the foot of the gu1I1otine. She had seen her father-and the EuilIo-iu's broad knife waiting. poised. ready, She was within three feet of father, but she could n@t reach him. Her face, whiter than his, only the brave, Outstrgtched arms we're language. What could she do in the torrent of tho morning9 Nothing. And she knew 1t. but she was Lhere-
 Tn one of those forever inexplic- able moments of dclceness that a mob knows a hardened brute standing near the guIotins and looking at the girl looking at father unable to frame a word but devouring with eyes of Love. oyer which the film of death seemed to be coming. the transcendeHt fIia1 love that could not reach him, but which came to h1m-the JacObin yelled, elf the girl loves her father, let her drink this th1s-and prove it.'' The Jacobian swung towards the crowd, And we'll release him won't we?' A yeld Of approval answered him, mingled with loud laughter, 'SShe can't do it.' The crowd had seen the big brute spring to the huge receptabls on the farther side of the gufllOtino in which already gOry heads were oozfng, he had snatChed from his pocket drinking cup, had filled it with warm and smoking human blood, and he had leapcd back to the side of the girl holding the goblet out towards her. Did tho world hold its breath ''DrinIl it, and free your father,'' screamed the crowd. 'She can't '' yelled ey7n tha executtoneF Only one instant of eyes into fathers; on ly one fainly rlUFmured, Jesus que vous m maid1ez!' Jesus, help me) and she drained the smoking goblet to the dregs.
 Father was unbound, and carried sh.o1lder-high by the mob. We draw the yed over the embrace of father and daughter.
 TEACHING ACCOUNTANCY.