The Washington times., 1928-05-28
! GIamOrOus Narrative Of the French
Revolution By the Author Of
Many Romantic Novels
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able quality that proclaimed him
half.gentlenaan. IlaIf.vaIet; half-
vol, halt.fox
With leisureliness that took
no account either 81 the waiting
clerk 81 81 the agonized suspense.
and the pounding Of hundred
hearts III that assembly. which he
eyed 50 co1dIy, Chauviniere select.
ed his point of vantage at little.
distance from Robert Wolf and
descended The first step. 81 that
Ills Two conpanions ii black i'm
mediately behind him, obtained,
nom tie summit Of the platform.
clear view over hts head.
14is keen eyes raked the gallery
ana the men and women in that
tnrong. most of whom we're 50
crupulously dressed that saving
xor ths absence of powder from
their heads. they might have been
gathered together tcr ! levee.
This Was daily miracle per-
horned upon slender enough -
sources by the prisoners In the
concisrgerie
The deputy.s hungry eyes
Qnested Oh until they came st
last t. rest upon Mademsiselle de
Montsorbier, standing slim ana
straight beside the chair into
which her mother had neryously
collapsed Incredibly fearless
and rasolute she stood. with
scarcely loss * colour 70 her
lovely facs. But the bIue-sreen
eyes dilatsd little ana fiicksred
- they met the dsputys kindling
lsnce. Her slight bosom moved
rerceptibly under it's crossed
nsuslin fichu. tD betray sud.
den agitation which not sven
che advent of tho list had been
able To rouse.
chanviniere half.turned to the
nen a black behind him. He
said soniething Il low vOics
Into an ObseQui0rsIy lowered ear.
and with his eilyer-na0unfed cane
the only weapon he carried he
deliberately pointed. Three pairs
0f eyes followed the direction 81
the pointing and Madenaofselle de-
donts0rbier stfffened under the
ErfS74Nqys - e~1S $780, . 7. -.
port she possessed mo clue. but
which instinctiveiy she felt to
bode no good.
Then the pointing cane was
lowered and the three men ranged
themselves decorousIy, as Robert
WOLF began to call the names OF
the doomed. His voice droned
emoticnlessly. Like Fouduier-
Iiuyille himself, he was simply .
part of the great revolutionary
machine. Theirs was no PERSONAL
responsibility IN what be did, and
e was not for him to indulge
feelings and emotions over actions
that were not his own.
He was q voice, no more: the
Msasaseoning voice Of the Tribunal.
Because practlsed IN his functions.
he paused after each name, 80 as
20 allow the hush to be resumed.
let the next name should be lost
70 his audience III the sounds that
engned upon each OF his utter.
ances. 10 answer each summons
there would now be q gasp, now
r1gtling stir about q person
named, now q sob of terror, some.
times laugh, occasionally a reck-
less answer, and more occasionally
still an outcry of historical panic
quickly sinking into snuddering
g0bs.
The voice droned on:
The ci-devant Marquis de La
Tourette. =
The Marquis, 4 lniddle-aged
exquisite in a blue coat with
silver Lace, threw UP his head
the handsome head that 30 soon
would leave his shoulders
sharply caught his breath. In an
instant he recovered. He remen-
bered what was due TO his blood
and his self-respect. He shrugged