The Washington times., 1920-07-04

a small bedchamber in the eastern
tower. which overlooked , paanta
tion Of. forest land showing black
against the moon-bathed country
side.
The young man stood for q few
moments leaning against the
framework OF the window, drinking
In the perfumed airs Of the night.
The troubled land OF France lay
sleeping; there was no sound save
the harsh croaking OF some frogs
In the marshy pools and . dog
barking somewhere in the village.
n was All 80 peaceful. and Remy's
face grew set and hard as he
thought Of what was going on back
there In Paris--nay. oven at the
very doors OF the chateau-how
man was showing mans inhuman-
ity to man In the sacred names OF
Liberty and Fraternity.
with a sigh ne pulled to the
wooden shutters and prepared for
sleep. BY nightfall next day they
must be on their road, and there
was much remaining to be Mono
and Remy's sleeping hours must be
short.
From a pocket eunningly cou-
cealed In the lining Of his coat he
drew out the passports. They were
excellent examples OF the handi-
work OF Bezon, the man whose skill
in engraving was finding him q
ready and lucrative market for his
wares. Perhaps no one in those
early days of the Tribunal saved
more lives than this little crafts
man, who, high up In his apart
ment in the Faubourg. toiled night
and day at his work. forging his
links in the chain that led SO many
TO safety. For all "The Incorrupti-
BILE" had never seen the papers, the
"Robespierre" at their foot lacked
nothing OF that patriots calligraphy-
Remy \held, them to the light of his
candle and chuckled to himself at
the perfection of Bezon's skill.
True, these papers did not take
from his shoulders the load of re-
sponsibility for his charges. He
called to mind the refined features
of the Marquis de Dartigny and the
rlower-like beauty Of little Sylvia.
II might 60 hard with them, did
they fall into the hands Of some Of
the smaller provincial tribunals.
who might think 1t necessary to
make inquiries from the Conven.
tion itself. Well did Remy know
the blood-lust that was upon the
PATRIOTS" and that where q pros.
pective victim was scented they
took but few chances.
But Remy Paramount had thar
at his command which was OF Ear
superior worth to mere paper. Was
it not his ready wit that had
rescued the aged Sieur de Cortois
at the very foot of the scaffold?
He 1t was. also, who had escorted
the beautiful Duchess de Berait
from Paris to st. Milo. both dis
guised as strolling players, and had
even played the fiddle to her sing
ing of a Republican song in the
courtyard OF an inn where the in
famous LIE Bon himself was stay
ing; more, he had collected few
coins from the pro-consul, money
which had stood them in good
stead. Away over~in England. in
Jersey; in Hamburg, and over the
Belgian frontier, were many thank
full husbands and sisters who whis.
pered in their prayers the names
of RepS Paramount and Gaspard
de Qartigny,
AS the young man lay In the big
four-post bedstead, with its. tall.
twisted columns and It's curtains
OF rich brocade, he thought Of these
things and thanked his God for the
great opportunities which were his.
But below him, In the dining hall,
the Marquis de Dartigny still sat
dropped in the armchair OF worked
before the little heap u
dead and gray ashes In the nre-
place. His gaze was fixed upon the
carved over the hearth
and great bitterness showed In
his sunken eyes.
He felt particularly helpless IN
the trouble which had come upon
his beloved France. II is hard
when one has nearly reached the
allotted span, to learn how to run
away, to leave behind one the home
of ones ancestors-to become an
outcast in n foreign land. For an