The Washington times., 1920-07-11
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Another VietiWs.

thst VIII make uine einSs
- the 10th Of AuSust-no,
don't shout. it's quite useless" AZ
iRemy spoke a gust OF wind swept
The orchard. moaning and rustling
,dismslly through the branches,
Besides. Il would only hurry mat.
,tsrs-you would die q little earlier
that's all"
The man against the tree bent
his eyes on Remy. -
: "And your reputation. ] knew
you as soon as you entered the
room yonder Remy de Peranr
court knows most Of the Public
Safety men"
: For q moment surprise drove the
fear from JscQuslin's eyes.
"You are one Of Gaspsrd do Oar
.tigny's men"
The man on the wall made . sar.
donic bow.
"At your service, citizen. We
are q merry band, are we not, We
pay in the coin we receive. Kill,
kill" yells the Tribunal, and XIII,
kiln say we. You have often
wanted to meet Gaspard, eh-he
whose lieutenants strike where they
fnd' Why did you not call on the
perfumier, Caron, at the corner OF
the Rue des Canettes what q rich
haul you would have had! am
telling you this, JacQuelm, because
secrets are safe with you forever.
Tonight you 60 to your tribunal.
You would kill me here
bound man? Monsieur, you are
, soldier-your honor
~ Remy slid down from the wall
and brought his eyes very close to
those OF the informer. A new note
had taken the place Of the banter
In his voice.
Yes, you are bound; ! would
perhaps release you, but have not
the time. My brother, Armand dc
Paramount, was bound when your
hel!ish crowd delivered him to the
executioner. Yes. there were
women in the tumbril with him that
day - bound - bound - all bound!
Think you that Samson or Outrede-
banque would receive their guests
for the fete OF Madame Guillotine
II they were not rendered helpless?
No, little citizen, Equality in all
things. That is your watchword,
is it not We OF Gaspard's COM
PAM are sworn to kill when and
how we please, so long as no mercy
Is shown Does one consider the
feelings Of the viper beneath the
+ kael--the manner of killing the
= %"
i.8 man of the people did not
q his eyes from his tormentor.
On the gray face the perspiratiou
sd out in little globules. He
s+grrgled with his bonds and made
5 though to cry out. But the wind
tcct the gasping moan which flut.
tered from his white lips and
sported with It and whirled 1t out
ever the fields. Remy drew pis-
tol from his pocket and cooked it.
He said no more after this, but
sat and listened for a gust OF wind
Of sufficient sound to deaden the
coming shot. JacQuelin, divining
his purpose, listened also. They
could hear it away up the road,
whistling through the little wood
that lay on the hillside. Nearer 1t
came, blowing through the fantas-
tic shapes OF the fruit trees and
scattering the blossoms like snow.
Then 1t was upon them-passed
and went sobbing away over the
plains.
The grase ct the spot in the or
chard where the execution took
place grew high, and heap OF
straw manure stood near by As
Remy returned to the inn the
moon coming from behind a bank
OF cloud shone on an apple tree,
peppered with petals. The trunk
from which the branches spread out
their twisted arms was hoary with
age and patched with gray green
lichen. Near the ground there was
a darker patch, showing with sin.
lister significance.
The hostess was In the kitchen
when the young man pushed open
the door
Your guest, citizeness, has de-
cided to go on to Lilleburne. The
rain has ceased and he has gone on
foot. He wishes you to let the
horse rest the night IN the stable
here and send II on to hill In the
morning at the Wolf"
Left alone, Remy took out his
pistol and on the stock Of 1t he cut
a notch, the ninth which showed
there; then, taking the bottle and
two glasses, went, whistling, up the
little staircase to rejoin the Mar
quis de Dartigny.
The old man was standing at the
window, but he faced round when
his companion entered.
What has happened. Remy? 1t
was you, was 1t not. who went out
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