Evening journal., 1922-07-19
fcontinued From Our Last Issuo)


(Continued From Our Last Issue)
Polichinelle and Rhodomont ex
changed glances: the former wink
ed. not without mirth.
But their attention was held b,
the voice OF Scaramouche. He hac
stepped to the front of the stage.
He doubts II" he was telling the
audience. Shall convince him (!
Shall tell him how a company OF
noblemen backed by their servants
under arms-six hundred men in all
sought to dictate TO the Third Es-
tate of Rennes? Must / remind him
OF the martial front shown by the
Third Estate. and how they swept
the streets clean OF that rabbie OF
nobles-cette canaille noble =.
Applause interrupted him. The
phrase had struck home and caught.
But let me tell you OF their lead
er-le plus noble canaille de ces
noblesl You know him-that one.
He fears many things, but the voice
of truth he fears most, does this
proud leader, NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr.
You have heard Of this valiant Mar
quis. this great lord of life and
death?"
The pit was in an uproar mo-
ment. 1t quieted again as Scara-
mouche continued;
"Oh. It was fine spectacle to see
this mighty hunter scuttling TO cover
like a hare. Rennes has not seen
him since. Rennes woald like 10
see him again. But II he is valorous.
he is also discreet. And where do
you think he. has taken refuge, this
great nobleman who wanted 10 see
the streets of Rennes washed in the
blood OF its citizens. to silence the
voice Of reason and OF liberty that
presumes 10 ring through France to-
day? Where do you think he hides
himself? Why. here in Nantes"
Again there was uproar.
"What do you say? Impossible? =?
Why my friends. at this moment he
Is here in this MISUNDERSTANDING up
there in that box. He is too shy to
show himself-oh, a very modest
gentleman. But there he IS behind
the curtains. VIII you not show
yourself to your friends. NJ. de La
Tour d'Azyr. Monsieur le Marquis
who considers eloquence so very
dangerous a gift p
Challenged thus, and despite the
ominous manner in which the bour-
geois element in the audience had
responded to Scaramouche's appeal
TO It's passions the Marquis swept
"a saf - ha eFd nF n
box, and suddenly showed himself.
Hoots and yells assailed him, fists
were shaken at him. canes were
brandished menacingly.
ASSASSIN! Scoundrel! Coward
Traitor!'
But he braved the storm, smiling
upon them his inenable contempt.
In the pit pandemonium was al
ready raging. Blows were being
freely exchanged; there were scuff-
ling groups. and here and there
swords were being drawn. but for
tunately the press was too dense TO
permit OF their being used effectively.
Men fell quickly into groups repre-
sentative of one side or the other
OF this great quarrel that already
was beginning 10 agitate the whole
OF France. Their rallying cries were
ringing through the theater.
Down with the canaille!" from
some.
Down with the privileged" from /
others.
And then above the general din
one cry rang out sharply and insist
emily: ITO the boxi Death to the
butcher of Rennes! Death to La
Tour d'Azyr!"
There was a rush for one OF the
doors OF the pit that opened upon
the staircase leading to the boxes.
NJ. Binet succeeded in breaking
past Polichinelle and Rhodomont.
Half a dozen gentlemen habitues of
the stage to disembowel the knave
who had created this riot. and It was
they who had flung aside these two
comedians who hung upon Binet
After him they came now. their
swords out; but after them again |
came Polichinelle. Rhodomont. Har-
lequin. Pierrot, Pasquariel, armed /
with such implements as they could /
hastily snatch up, and intent upon
saving the man with whom they
in spite Of all
Wei ahead rolled Binet, swinging
he long cane from which Pantaloon
IS inseparable.
Infamous scoundrell" he roared
Name of a name, you shall payi"
Andre-Louis turned to face him
Binet's cane, yiciously driven, de-
descended and broke upon his shoul-
Ter. Had he not moved swiftly
s,.de as the blow fell it would have
AIKEN him across the head. and pos
IDLY stunned him. As he moved. he
ropped his hand to his pocket, and
wifi upon the Binet's breaking cane
anne the crack Of the pistol which
Ande-Louis replied.
You had your warning, you filthy
he cried. And on the