Show aill 1 IV S the story of henri im copyright MS A 0 1 by dully daily story company the child lived in an old chateau cha teu built ol of tome soft gray stone atone that time had mellowed to exquisitely tender tints old poplars rustled drowsily broad terraces kissed hissed by the sun sloped down to a clear brook that loitered through the green fields and the woodlands woodland rf until it sharply guined towards the village the child often sat on the bank in moonlight nights and watched tho the stars atara reflected in the stream then than he would wonder wander whence it came and whither it would go and wish it would tell its ita to him instead of to the round white pebbles in its bed and to the waving blades of grass that bent to listen dut in daytime ho he would wander noiselessly through the darkened rooms of the chateau in the picture gallery a ray of sunshine sometimes stole through the barred shutters and danced on the wall the child thought that tho the boys bays and girls in the dark frames must be tired of their fixed positions their elders doubtless liked the dignified repose but surely little marle marie eustachie Eu in the pink brocade would sometimes long to lay jay doa down n her rose and the small email charles loua would gladly take ills hla hand from tho the sword lilt hilt ho he had pressed so long the child knew the names of all tante abelle had bad told him tante amelie who in it her sun ny room at the top of the tower con mused and prayed but some times she abe would speak of 0 the saints their holy lives and blamed cartry dome doma are there saints nowa he once asked out mon man enfant holy men of god driven forth from their nocks hunted like wild beasts and a mart martyred marty red king the son eon of saint louis these thrilled him with a mixture of exaltation and av awe e lie ile knew they dared not venture to the village lest evil men should harm them and in the long das and nights he dreamed of at of the short dreadful wrench from life and its quiet round then of the belco ual joy and tho the peace of at god that basseth all understanding 0 the th whole commune comman was pressing around the tha door of the blacksmiths blacksmith a forgo women holding their babies were go gossiping shrilly pet pe home from a long day a work in ill the N w heat era gathered in small groups vaguely curious as to the cause that had brought a municipal officer from strasburg to their peaceful hillige jean walther the blacksmith stood in his doorway his tall figure in all its awk ward strength loomed dark against the red glow of the fire behind him the matra malre was waa the strongest man for miles around none but himself could lift the large hammer which he always alays called mon man file alls and now lie he towered over the he small email figure of his visitor friends he shouted in his big voice rotee the citizen here has something to 0 say to us ua tho the citizen here paused for a mo then began in a thin high pitched tono that sounded bounded like the echo of the makes shout ile he told of 0 the good fortune the revolution hail had brought the glories of liberte alberte Ll berte uga lite then continued continue a and now that our liberty Is won now that we a free people rule a free country it la Is our duty to cleanse our selves of the old stain priests spies cl decants the emissaries of foreign tyrants all must be exterminated with sorrow we have heard that aou ou citizens aro are harboring con conspirators against the nation thal den of iniquity he pointed toN towards ards ohp th cha that lurking place of 0 oppie oppressors ivors holds a dangerous bind of plotters who would bring back the priests who cheated us with ties lies and the gates who fatten on oil the spoils of their lawill I 1 Z ET I 1 I 1 MIRE 4 1 k k the citizen fel fellowmen wilt will you sulter suffer this crime crimea NRY nay rather shall we fire that accursed house of traitors and drag tb ell eill doers to justice there nas aa no an answering sering murmur much to the orators e lie ile scorned these simple peasants and their binea ih eg of unchanging toll the had no shouldering ing sense of injury that n breath could kindle into flame the revolution had abolished tle me ga 91 belle and torn down don the p 1 geon coto cote at the chateau it had no further mean wg to them theat to some the thel a denunciation of the priests seemed dut but gradually belr slow minds seized on th tact fact that they were threatened with some omo indefinite ices and they were roused to it a state of fear rage and violent patriotism arms were collected scythes pitch forks old muskets from the days of at malbrook halbrook Mal brook and jean walther bran dishing mon man fils led the yau van several women maichel tuai ched with the men but all shrank from a sinister aln lyter recruit la mere margot the witch witco who roso joao like a mist froni from behind a bush and joined their ranks Some someria oia begin began la mar ceilla lse and the rest shouted a fierce chorus men drunk with the song and the wild madness waved torches that shot ahot little fiery stars on the dusty road where they were trodden out by heavy fret feet the mob straggled up a hill bill and crashed headlong through briers and underbrush brush to the sleeping brook the water woke into sudden life sullen red ripples stained its sur ti f 1 your name mon man petit tare fare strange distorted shadows seemed to mock their own reflection still the pea peasants gants pressed on up the terrace cutting the velvet grass with abeli sabots labots As they approached the dark mass of the chateau sprang from the shadow and the windows of 0 the front sent back the torches light jean walther thundered on the door with mon file what would you quaN quavered ered a voice avolee from above come down suzon suzan shouted the malre we must search the chateau eh hurry called pierre Dr drecsler laler elsler the carpenter this house Is the nation a property the sovereign people would inspect its own silence commanded walther the bolts screamed as the door grudgingly gru opened there are none here began old suyon tremulously stand aside in the name of the nation cried the man from strasbourg pushing past her the huddled crowd flocked in star ing stupidly around them then as their wonder lessened they were ready for pillage one man flung a mirror to the floor door his friends applauding as it shivered d into a thousand fragments that was the signal some prodded the chatis chalis with their pikes others laughing boisterously pulled down the tapestry and wrapped themselves in trailing mantles the women had their arms full of spoil old margot silently passed from group to group at tier her approach hoisting boasting and wrangling ceased liens lena mon ami bawled dreasler Dr elsler bringing his fist down on an inlaid table this nights night a work will rejoice the hearts of our friends in strasbourg the conspirators will escape cried the municipal officer shrilly on cito ens bornard the citizens enriched with the plunder of the chateau had small time to waste on conspirators but obedient to their ro malies alies orders they through the empty rooms rousing unaccustomed echoes they sated and their excitement had bad in iome acome degree cooled look at margot whispered the women omen U she a talking to something unholy I 1 1 ahe I he witch a figure seemed taller her were ere feverishly at list last the came to the picture gallery aho poi traits in calm bbate dis bained the visitors tois their insults and the they inflicted suzon suzan s right the in invaders aders grove growl I 1 ed there s no 11 living ing soul here then at the upper end of the room a little figure vaguely outlined in the moonlight advanced to meet them the chill had bad stolen away from the sobbing women and had cotie cone co tie ne to defend his bis home pei hips his heart beat fa tat fat t Perli perhaps aps to die thet e was as a moments moment s silence then as their fright wore N ore away anay the malre a kindly man spoke your name mou man petita 1 answered tho the child stead lly ily 1 I N will ill not sacrifice to jupiter A laugh arose a sign that the tide of feeling had turned who thee lives bere herec continued the matre lante amelia and suzon suzan I 1 am reada to die but the have baie done no harm barm jean walther turned to the man trout strasbourg here are bour our cons conspirators pira tors he then margot the witch coming forward tool too the childs bard th thou halt not at dl die she ibo crooned 1 I see thy fair life in the tb yean yam to chind and I 1 see bee thy honored end the child stood still H was waa not to have the glory of martyrdom hor felt small and weak and very tired the blacksmith picked h hla hl a up and carried him to tante tanta abelle le petit and you can live here in peace he said gruffly train him to b bo a good citizen but the child grieved at his own un worthiness s ort hiness nesa |