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Show s CHAPTER XIX. HE market boy stood at the gatewith his way square basket, and Jules had brought out the tray ol bouquets, one clear, morning, bright while Chlotildes white fingers arthem in ranged the most tempting show; when the three were startled by the sudden appearance of a man who, throwing open the folds of his cloak, which had concealed his face, stepped forward from a hidden nook, and spoke gaily: Good day, my fair gardener! Sell me one of ycur bouquets, I pray you. Jules saw the deadly pallor which overspread his companions face, and dextrously bending between them, himself singled out a bouquet and held it toward the stranger. The sharp, keen eye of the latter roved over his features triumphantly; but without remark, he accepted the bouquet, and again turning to the girl he inquired the price. She had summoned resolution enough to answer without sign of trepidation. He hunted up the money, took his bouquet, and marched away, never once turning to glance behind. Chlotilde as he called her seized Jules arm, and drawing him aside, 6he whispered: We must fly! not an hour, not a moment, not a second can be lost. It was M. Pierre; he knew me beyond a doubt; I read his malignant triumph on his face. Oh, Jules! let us get to Emile somehow, as speedily as possible. Jules perceived at once the dangerous emergency. Get your hat and cloak, Chlotilde; we will go with the boy to find Emile. What can we find to fill our baskets, to give us excuse for reaching him? Chlotilde pointed to her plants. Without another word, Jules hastened to dig them up, and set them in the basket; while she entered the cottage for the few articles she dared take with her. Side by side they followed, breathlessly, the lead of the wondering peasant boy, and went on into the crowd and stir of the city. They were too excited and eager to be aware of the dark browed, villainous looking man, who followed stealthily in their steps never losing sight of them for a moment. The streets were alive with a dense throng of people, and it was evident some great event was at hand, by the gleaming eyes, violent gesticulations, and set faces of the multitude, who all seemed surging in one direction. The guide, in spite of the remonstrance of Jules, joined the living tide, with the careless explanation: We shall be sure to find citizen Emile at the square; the Gray Falcon is always at hand when such sport is to do with going on. It has something the Austrian woman; maybe they are You're in to take off her head luck to be in to see the sight. shudLady Felicie strove to hide the der which ran through her frame at these words, and glanced apprehensively at her companion. Jules had turned deadly pale, his fiercelips were set, his eyes gleamed answered: ly as he Tell me where we can find the Gray Falcons usual resort, and then you to may go your way. We have no time waste now. The boy laughed coarsely, as the crowd growing more and more dense took them along with it. Yrou have no other choice, said he; and there be those in Paris who would take you up right smartly for see the calling it a waste of time to neck of tyranny broken on the shrme of freedom. Jules took the rebuke mildly. The horrois cf witnessing the terrible scene his imagination presented, had quite overpowered his fears for personal the safety, but now once again returned remembrance of their own cianger. "We shall sell nothing here, Chlosee tilde, said he; if we could only the Gray Falcon, we might return again to witness the biave sighls. virad A broad shouldered, go, one of a crowd of fiercely gesticulating Amazons, overheard his words What do you expect to do witn ibe flowers, white face? You had better throw' them away and take up a pike. There are no fine lords to buy your bouquets now; why do you bring thm to-da- y. red-face- here? "Are the fine lords the only ones to I enjoy flowers? answered Jules. thought we citizens were to be allowed to enjoy them now. They are natures jewels, she puts them around the cottage more plentifully than before the palace. Take a bunch, citizens, and see how pretty it will make you look; so young and gay. you know. The woman laughed coarsely, thrust out her horny hand for a bouquet, and fastened It at her breast. Well, well, at the best, I can make use of it, for when the proud Austrian lays her dainty head on the block, I'll fling it in her face. She's used to bouquets, you know, and will appreciate the compliment. Jules echoed her laugh, though his heart was frozen at the brutality of the creature, but his companion turned her wild eyes into the womans face with an expression of utter horror which It was impossible to The virago perceived it, and exclaimed angrily: hat ails that simpleton? does she dare to sympathize with the proud tyrants? She's an aristocrat. I'll swear! Lady Felicie trembled from head to foot; her fortitude seemed entirely to have forsaken her. Jules hastily pressed her arm in warning, and began to rail angrily. , yes; shes a silly thing. Shes been sick and lost all her sense. She was always afraid of blood; Im in hopes to teach her yet the difference betwixt aristocratic blood, which deserves to be spilt, and the honest tide of the peoples pulse. She looks like one of em. Stand out, here, wench, and let us make sure; e thats too a face to belong to a citizens daughter. And she shows her guilt; Ill swear shes one of them. She cleared a little space around them as she spoke, and dragged Felicie forward. The poor girl, white as any statue, turned her eyes appealingly to Jules, as the iron fingers left their cruel print upon her tender arms. Nay, nay; shes a good girl, citizen-esonly for being so frightened, cried Jules; let her go, I beg of you. By this time other attention was drawn to the scene, and the hurrying crowd paused to gather around the group, and question the cause of their agitation. An aristocrat; she would save the Austrian woman! cried the Amazon, with her grasp etlll tightening on the arm of the terrified girl. Away with her then; to the prison with her! shouted a dozen fierce voices, as the angry eyes glared upon her. "Leave her to me! exclaimed Jules, I shall pressing forward to her side. punish her well for this silly terror. Make her look on and see the haughty queens proud head rolling in the dust, shouted another. Bid her shout with us, Death to the aristocrats! Liberty and equality forever! She can do that. Come, Chlotilde, shout with me! cried Jules, swinging his cap and sending up a cheery huzza for Freedom and equality forever! A man In the crowd stepped forward and looked eagerly and scrutinizingly into the pallid, but handsome, clear-cfeatures of the youth. Ill swear to that face! muttered he, its him, and no mistake. Jules himself caught that searching glance, and though his face gave no sign, his heart sank in despair. Lets take them along, said the man; well see for ourselves how the pair enjoy jubilee day. He who had so persistently tracked them all the way from the cottage, added hi3 voice now. Yes, yes; show them how Marie Antoinette finds a necklace sharper than diamonds, the free gift of the people. There'll be some one here, anon, who can tell their true names. What! is the man suspected, also? asked the woman who had cuased the whole detention. The last speaker nodded acquiescence. Whereupon the whole crowd around took up a fiendish yell, more like the cry of a blood-thirstwild beast than the voice of human being, and began hustling the pair along toward the spot where the hapless queen was expected to appear. Jules flung his aim around his companion to steady her steps, and shield her from the rude jostling of the crowd. It is only a jest, Chlotilde, said he, in as cheerful a voice as he could force himself to assume; they will discovei our innocence, and let us go. Perhaps some friend will appear to give assurance of our good behavior and loyal sentiments. She knew what he meant; it was indeed her last desperate hope. If Emile would appear to save them! And yet. how was it possible for any one to save? She asked this question dreamily, as her eye ran along the sea of faces around her, and found no pitying eye. no gentle expression of mercy only flaming, infuriated, revengeful countenances. The peasant boy who had acted as guide, after hearing the first words of the crowd darted away. Young as he vvr-she knew the danger of falling under the displeasure of these lawless mobs; or of seeming to hold acquaintance with any ore suspected of the obnoxious arislocracy. And almost lifted from their feet, amidst jeers and threats, and bitter nuns, Jules and liis fair companion were borne toward the fatal guillotine where Louis had already laid down his life. The Place De La Revolution was already thronged ami theie was scarcely-standinroom left. Horrible jests, demoniac reviolent imprecautions, joicings were tossed to and fro from mouth to mouth. doll-lik- s, ut y, they could master. It was not possible for either to behold their beautiful queen led forward to the block. De- spite the scrutiny bent upon them, both instinctively closed their eyes, and held their breath through the last terrible moments. The wild shout that broke upon the deathly stillness told when the spirit of Marie Antoinette joined that of her murdered husband. At the same moment Felicie fell fainting against Jules shoulder. The struggling mass of people shut out the air, and almost crushed her unconscious form. He looked around him imploringly for a single trace of humanity, but found none. Supporting her as well as he could with one arm, he chafed with the free hand her icy fingers and mar-bl- y stiff arms. The Same virago whose attention had interrupted their progress in the commencement, elbowed her way to him. ' You think more of the dainty minx than you pretend, sirrah, the said, angrily; shes an aristocrat beyond doubt. She must go to the trial, and will take her turn at the axe yonder, I doubt not. Why must she swoon away, when France is made free! Nothing, no queen now. Liberty and equality forever! Death to the aristocrats! She Is a young creature, and has no strength; such as she cannot look calmly upon bloodshed, be it friend or foe. Let her go now, I beseech you. She is the niece of the Gray Falcon, she is no aristocrat, I will vouch for it, exclaimed Jules imploringly. No aristocrat, with those lady features? and look at her hands! pshaw! citizen. And do you deny that we may find such lovely faces, and delicate frames among the people? cried Jules, still more eagerly; "nay, beauty has no partiality for nobility. This maiden is of humble birth, and yet no princess W'as ever more lovely in person or character. I assure you she is of the people. Felicie had slowly revived. As he said these words a strong shudder shook her frame. Perhaps you are right, said the but if the Gray Falwoman, slowly; con is her uncle, he should teach her a little of his spirit. I should like to see some one else who knows her. Here comes the very one you wish to see, citizeness, said a smooth voice, whose first accent made the Lady FeI am licie spring wildly to her feet. well acquainted with the girl; she will tell you so; I will take care of her. Jules knew, without asking, who it was that spoke. M. Pierre had arrived to complete their despair. He advanced eagerly and laid his hand upon the girls shoulder, while he said significantly: You have nothing to fear now from the people if you come with me peaceably. I have been looking for you a long time; but as you remember of old, I never grow weary of working to secure my object. Lady Felicie shrank back and clung to the arm of Jules. The brow of M. Pierre darkened, and bending closely to her ear, he said In a savage whisper: Your life is not worth a straw, not safe an hour, if I do not save you. They will tear you limb from limb; beware then how you refuse my aid, how you reject my friendship. Will you come? All the strength which till now had eeir.ed entirely lost, came back to the irl with the tide of indignation and abhorrence which throbbed in every pulse. (TO BB COVTIXCHI.I A LOST MINE. in Socking for Secret Tr asures. An usual feature is that a particulai Indian (sometimes with a campan.on or two) used to return from the west every year at a certain moon, ostensibly for the purpose of honoring the graves of Ms fathers and to use again his ances-tia- l right of hunting the deer and bear among the wild but verdurous hills, sajs Lippincotts; yet gossiping hold that really the visits were for the purpose of opening again the concealed mine of lead or s her, whose rich spoil the sons cf the forest have been seen bearing off in their packs. Another form of the story relates that a certain hunter (always tell, or now dead, or moved west) srot all the lead for his bullets from the foot of a mountain above a cove on a certain rreek; or an old counterfeit! r (now in the penitentiary or fled into parts unknown) used to coin quarters and halves of good silver (still si en in circulation), yet was never known to buy silver in any form. Weeks and month i were spent each year in searching for these secret treasures. Occasionally the enthusiasm would mount to the height of sending far off somewhere to fetch hack the old hunter. More than once such a one has been persuaded that there was more richness in his bullets than he bad supposed; and, regretting vainly the many pounds of good silver lead that he had shot a ay at deer, coons, geese and other game, he has been brought back to his old haunts. Then, with many a keen eye tracking his goings with his friend, weeks would be spent in bushCHAPTER XX. beating, cliff climbing and laborious HE?E two sensi- S'arch along rocky shores, about cavernous hills in fens, bogs, and dismal tive, refined nadens in the deep woods, but only to the tranc tures, with utter loath- utter disappointment of all their fond The old hunter finds ing and horror, anticipations. that time has obliterated his could give no outbush and tree and rock and rill ward sign of their detestation of the lack the familiar aspect, and he whose scene. A dozen piti- confused recollections formed the basis were if vast schemes of gain returns to hi. less eyes every listant home dispirited and d.shon watching shade upon their ored. faces. An open foe may prove a curse, hut They had each other's icy hands, an 1 sternly bore it with all the heroism a pretended friend is worse. Pope. Much Time tpent tar-hee- ls la the hot suds and any spot3 rubhd Vita the hands. If necessary a second suds is used and the girment ITEMS OF INTEREST FOR MAIDS then rinsed In clan hot water and AND MATRONS. ever, the garment is to be dyed, which is done to clothes still wet, and tlmu Some Note of the LitMt Faihloot for rinsed again after it is dry. In either Stroot tod tt Home Gowa for th case, when nearly dry, it is rolled for the to distribute Uoateaa Fur Cape About Keuorat-luf- f. tightly whiih dampness an hour or evenly, requires more. It is then carefully smoothed, and an old cotton cloth spread over The Tttstor Daughter. it and all the wrinkles ironed out. It N cotis not ironed perfectly dry, however, tage sTnl'rl, Det U near but she stops just before the steam ooit a streamlet's hide, ceases to rise as the 6team brings the Where dwelt the vi- nap up with it. Any spot which bella r e pastors comes too dry and shiny is ironed child. w ith a damp cloth laid on it. In all her maiden again All obstinate wrinkles are treated the Mogiu and ptnie. Proud sol orq pa d same way. This is the simple, scientheir court and tific process used by most renovators dutv In cleaning both cloth and stlk garTo this romantic ments, and any housewife may be yhan Yet none bauy: of all the quite as successful by being equally swains who sought her careful. Womans Realm. Was worthy of the pastors daughter. FOR WOMEN AND HOME , The cross'd hill and plain, To seek the groves of her retrial, And many followd In her train. To lay their riches at feet. Put still, for all their arts so wary. From home they could not lure the fairy. A maid without a heart they thought her, And so they left the pastors daughter. One balmy eve In dewfy spring A bard became her father's guest; He struck his harp, and every string To love vibrated in her breast. With that true faith which cannot falter, Her hand was given at the altar, And faithful was the heart he brought her To wedlock and the pastor's daughter. How seldom learn the worldly gay. With all their sophistry and art. The sweet and gentle primrose-wa- y To womans fond, devotid heart: They seek, but never find the treasure. Although reveald in and azure., lo them, like truth injetwells of water, A fabie is the pastors daughter. town-gaJlan- ts hr Renovating. Long before the caxelul and thrifty housewife feels that she can afford to discard certain garments, she becomes conscious that they must be renovated or other garments will have to be bought to replace them. True economy spares no pains to preserve or extend the creditable appearance and lifetime of any garment. Many times before a garment is much worn it presents a shiny or soiled appearance, and a little care which should be considered neither burdensome nor vexatious, will make it like new. A neighbor housekeeper, who excels in the art of renovating, says that her method is so simple any one may copy It the secret of success being only plenty of clean hot soft water and good soap. If the garment to be cleaned is much worn, she dyes it after it is cleaned. For each garment there is a fresh suds made, as a garment washed previously might have left lint or soil In the water. Any old garment, a coat or vest or trousers to be cleaned, is first well brushed and dusted and then soused up and down and around vigorously i down the front. Tiff en Is ar well lined, and g.e a degree cf wa-n- h !e. They that Wvi, not pe- -i' have a very deigpful a:r, too. and look well with the present style of dress. The Late.-t-. 1 What One HnitifM Wore. They are getting up all sors of gowns for pany luncheons, which are quite the most things In society. At a pansy luncheon you trim the table with pansies and embroider the napery in the same flower, after which nothing remains but that the hostess shall dress herself in pansy colors. At the most recent affair of til's kind the hostess wore a blue cashmere skirt trimmed with a deep flounce of ecru lace. The girdle was of yellow satin and at the front a bunch of yellow satin loops im.uted Inr Cap. Last week New Yoik had its really first cold day of the w Inter, and It brought out a bew ildering mass of new ideas in fur capes. Their most striking feature was the fullness, for they have greater width than ever. Even more remarkable was the way in which this fullness was acquired. A long, circular cape of silk or cloth was used as a foundation, and upon that were sewed four inch flounce of fur, from neck to the lower hem. For evening wear the fur was occasionally alternated with lace or mousiieline de sole, suggesting to the owner of an fur wrap an admirable way of making use of it. Yet not all fur capes are full and long. Some are nothing more than collaiettes at the back, and extend over the shoulders and down to a point in front at the out-of-da- yellow pansies. The revers were of yellow and cream striped ribbon and the waist and sleeves and blouse trimmed with ecru lace. The necessary touch of pansy black was Introduced In the ribbon at the belt and the rueh-in- g at the throat, both of which had strips of black ribbon, baby width, introduced, Bunches of paper pansies served for favors. Wlmt 1 Worn. Something quite new in the way of ornamentation is an enure bodice, pouched and full, made of the breast feathers of he inipcyan pheasant silky and beautiful. With all the outdoor garments, whether jackets, capes or blouses, enormous collars, ruches or plisHes are Avorn, of lace, net or fur, and the h'gh, open collars like funnels, are filled In with soft ruches und quillings to make them becoming. Some of the new buckles are mountwaist. The greater number of thesv ed in a new way, with plain gold wire, Xn antique silver, and are wraps have high, rolling collats, an'1 others in disor lozenge-shape- , either of square the prettiest have linings coitrast playing large bosses in emeralds or ing fur. Stoles will also be mueJ worn. They are shaped like cai es in amethysts. The season's belting is the back, and have long, straight emit particularly pretty, the gold ribbon being Interwoven with floral designs after the period of Iaiuis XVI. White and gold canvas ribbons are produced to simulate embossed leather, and the buckles for these are sold in sets for the hack as well as the front. The rococo designs are beautiful, generally mounted in antique sliver. Colored pearls of all sorts now appear to be cut In facets, and play an important part In the trimmings. White fpider net Is much to the fore, worked in silver, pearls and gold. A black net Is a capital exemplification of the most fashionable htyle of embroidery; from the foot rise large sprays of tulips and leaves, the flowers In bold relief produced by irridescent sequins piled one over the oth 'r. Five yards is about the usual width for evening skirts, and the body of these have hern prep tred with gray and horizontal rows of embroidery at intervals, some of the fine lis-being woiked thus with an embroidery of ribbon. The notion of a cashmere blouse is very pleasing lu its novelty, but it must needs be (liberated with silken embroidery or pipings or hetnsUtch-ing- s or rice medallion", so that all suggestion of eionoiny Is ban1' heel. For outdoor wear Paris modriris are making hidf long jackets and handsome r ons of eiubiolderid velvet, and ario tin ne.v bh'Uie in plush or velvet, nun h ornamnted. The evening robes are mule Maine 1, the front and bides coveted with embi oidi-ry- . Theory and I'rnrMoe. Whenever we make theory and practice rei'mido we do Well, but who weiubl Mippose that man could . theorize on so praclieii a sahjeet as eating. Yet this is a p irt of the bcienee of hygiene. 1 h process by which food is ronvetie into nutriment ri not hoie exploited, and the means by which nutriment is by the tissues is part of mu her science. But without the n'd of any science we know that food must become tissue In tiie body through change, bv a d fferent arrangement of ils elemenis, by mcfs!idim, anahol-i- n and catabolism. Household Realm. , per-uadi- Women tn Kunsio. There is a College for dentistry at Ft Feteu burg, Russia, and one at Wiina, at winch most of the students are women; and women have during the last two yeats been admitted as pupils to apothecaries in Ruspi g wih the restriction thet there must not bo rior then one of the sex at each fix-e- way-mark- s; apothecarys. ARRAYED FDR THE CONQUEST OF JACK FROST. Acroriltng to Darwin. Soft leigh Is trying to Simpkins trace his genealogical tree. Tinik'ns "I'll bet he'll find a monkey in one of the branches. Chicago News. |