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sotbim wss: A Story of the French Commune. BY EVELYN JERROLD. CHAPTER I. TIIE CONCIEIIGEB OF THE RUE CACMARTIN. Number fifteen, Rue Canmartin, is by no means a tell-tale edifice. At least, the tales it tells are such, that the most respectable house on the most respectable boulevard would not be worse for making them public. It is kept with a cleanliness that makes one blink—so bright are its brass door-knobs and bell-handles, 30 white is its facade, so immaculate are the stones of its court-yard and entrance-passages. No censorious policeman ever found its dust heap in too close proximity to the pavement; no wandering Italian minstrels ever found its concierges off their guard, or gracious enough to allow a hurdy-gurdy to enter the penetralia of the back-court. Yet these guardians of the house’s peace and propriety were not popular. "Monsieur and Madame Michon were secretive, a quality which invariably denotes irreclaimable sinfulness in the honorable corporations of conciergies. They were not prepossessing, physically ; then they were comparatively rich, and, what was worse, lent money at twenty per cent, (or were supposed to do so), to the poor tradesmen and servant-girls of the neighbor hood. For all these excellent reasons, there was not a little secret rejoicing in the Rue Cau martin, when a policemam was observed te enter Number Fifteen, and deliver a blue official paper to M. Michon in person. “The Michons have found a cantankerous customer at last,” said Number Six to Number Eight, pausing in her work and leaning on her broom. “And the skinflints deserve it,” was the na tural but not very charitable response. “Or it may be about that poor girl on their fifth floor,” conjectured the first speaker, seeing that the conversation needed a reviving element. But the gossip came to an abrupt termination ; for M. and Mme. Michon had issued from their house, and were passing down the street, and the laws of good-breeding command that a “Bonjour” should be exchanged at every door step. Tho Commissary of Police of the quarter “wanted” the concierges of Number F fteen, with reference to an attempt at suicide which had taken place in their house. The official’s face wore a stern frown that rather discomfited the couple as they entered. “You are the concierges of Number Fifteen, Rue Caumartin ?” the official inquired, briefly. “Yes, Monsieur.” “A young girl, name Reine Lagarde, attempted to suffocate herself by charcoal fumes the day befffire yesterday in the evening, in an attic of the fifth floor ef your house. What do you know of the girl aud how came this to occur ?” When persuasive eloquence was required, M. Michon always became gallant, and gave pri ority to his wife. So Madame Michon explained glibly, “I have really been very kind to the poor girl, Monsieur. I saw to her wants like a moth er. I cooked her meals tidied her room. But we are poor people, and ” “Enough on that subject!” interrupted the Commissary of Police, coldly. “I don’t want to know how much the girl owes you, but how she came to your house ; what you know about her.” “She has been in the house, sir, about a year. The night before she appeared, the apartments— two rooms—were taken by a gentleman—young, well-dressed belonging to the upper class, I should say. He took the place in her name ; but left his own card—Clement de Boisrobert! The next day the young lady came. She seemed flurried and timid. Monsieur saw her right fre quently, until about three months ago. Since then we have not seen him ; have we, Michon?” “Did the girl reeeive no other visit ?” demand ed the officer, abruptly. “One or two, sir. The young person does embroidery for the shops; and twice a lady and gentleman called to order som# work. 1 thiuk they were English.” “Go on.” “And once an impudent, untidy-looking fel. low, with a pipe in his mouth, called to see her. We were not quite sure whether he was to be allowed to go up. He never came again.” “And what led her to suicide?” “Well, you see, sir, she embroidered, and em broidery is not always Swell paid , and, besides, her poor little fingers didn’t seem used 10 hard work every day. At first things went well enough ; and, though she was never particular ly bright, she seemed tolerably cheerful and con tented. Then the hard times came. The em broidery didn’t sell. Bit by bit she pawned her trinkets, her gowns, the curtains and carpets from her rooms, until at last I used to say to Michon, ‘Michon, that poor creature i3 wasting to a shadow, and it makes my heart bleed to see her.’ ” “Never mind your heart, Madame Michon.— Has she no relat.ons !” “Not a soul, I fancy.” “That will do. Go ; and let me tell you that the next time you neglect to report such a case to the relief officers, you will hear from me.” To hare incurred the Commissary’s displeas ure was, in those days of Imperial rule, almost equivalent to a term of ponce surveillance. So the rebuked couple were disposed to moralize on the instability of earthly prosperity, and on the immediate necessity of turning over anew lear. They felt inclined to kick, too —an inclination which generally comes to conspirators who have shared or foresee defeat. “Really, Angelique, the old mouebard” (police spy) “was right. You shouldn’t have let the girl come to this,” said Michon, assuming the tone of a misunderstood philanthropist. “And I should like to know what would have become of us if we hadn’t helped Al. Clement in his plans ? Should we have added the snug five thousaud frances to our money in the savings bank ? Should we have kept our places even ? You know bow Clement got rid of his own con cierges directly they took to prying into his af fairs. He’s got the Evil One to back him, I be lieve. One says no to him—stands in nis way in any fashion —and in a moment the landlord knows that one is lending money, and all the misfortunes one has had with the police years ago. Then you are discharged—lucky if you don’t get six months for illegal usury.” “But the girl may complain too,” ventured Michon, half convinced. “That timid little chit ?” Not she. Besides, Clement has a hold on her, lam sure. When I pretended to pawn those trinkets for her, but gave her half their proper value out of my own money, he said he would back us up. He could stop any complaint she might make.” “Well, but this business is done,” gr imbled Michon. “There’s not much more to be got out of Clement. He seems to have given the girl up altogether.” “Yes, since tbs little fool wouldn’t have him at any price—as handsome a young fellow as ever stepped. Now there’s M. Marcus. Did you notice what a way he was in when lie broke open the door and found her there half dead ? He’s got pretty fast hold of you too, Michon.” “Ay,” said Michon, ruefully. “It al! comes of that money-lending But if he takes an inter est in the girl, we may cry quits yet. She’s such a little simpleton, one could get her into trouble as easily as to catch a baby at the jam closet, But —not a bit like free-hand M. Clem ent 1 He’d make us be mother and father to the wench, and hand us a five-franc piece for our pains!” The pleasant pair had reached their abode by this time, and were about to commence their new operations by sending up broth to the sick girl, and assuming an oily benignity of expres sion when a letter, left on the table in the dark little room the) inhabited, modified their tactics jp a measure, though not their assumed manner. It was signed “8.,” and contained but these words : “Abate no hing of your care of the girl. It is sti.’l important that you should keep her in the house, and know what she is doing hour by hour.” “Tanl mieux 1” said Michon, after his wife had read the message. “Clement’s a jollier fel low to deal with than that screw on the second floor. Now go up to the girl—but you needn’t take the broth ; lie doesn’t ask us to board her, though we lodge her against her will,” he ad ded, with a splutter of treble laughter. Madame Michon toiled wearily up the five flights of stairs, and knocked gently at a low door apparently admitting to one of the garrets which, in most of Paris houses, harbor the ser vants of the lower stories. A piece of paper was affixed to a panel, and on it was written, in ink, “Mdlle. Reine Lagarde, brodeuse.” “What do yeu want?” inquired a harsh veice from within And before the concierges could answer, the door was half opened, and a shock head of gray hair, illuminated by sharp, restless gray eyes, protruded itself. “I bavi come to see how mademoiselle is,” said Madame Michon, breathlessly; for the stairs were many and steep, and the lady’s figure had been remarkble for its plumpness even in 1830, when lucky M. Michon enclosed it for the first time in a lover’s clasp. “She’s better. lam lecturing her Good day,” returned Marcus, briefly. And the door was shut again. “That sneaking Jew is closeted with the girl,” said the portress, sourly, when she reached the lodge. “He nearly slammed the door in my faces, the savage!” CHAPTER 11. RISEN FROM THE DEAD. Marcus’s interest in the young girl who lay in the house of the Rue Caumaitin, faint and fee ble from her brief vision of death, might, and indeed, did, in the origin, sprirg from perfectly common place causes. He had been the chief agent in her salvation from the peril she had voluntarily incurred. A day ago, as he went up o his chamber at night, a strong odor of burning charcoal pervaded the staircase. He mounted the third and fourth story ; tne odor increased in intensity ; the fumes grew thicker. On the fifth landing, he discovered their source to be a little garret, let to a poor work-girl, of that curious mixed class called grisettes. A grisette’s life is not so prolific ot honey, so redolent of roses, as to render to this mode of ending it an unusual one. Marci s guessed im mediately that the noxious vapors he inhaled rose from some small battle-field within four walls, where the last combat between death and dishonor had just been fought, and won. Not quite won, though, it appeared when he burst open the door, dashed his fistagaicst the window panes, and turned towards the slight, thinly clad figure on >he bed. Lite was not extinct; and having chafed her forehead and feet; hav ing roused the neighbors, and sent M. Michon, grumbling alter a docter, he was informed that she was in no danger, and might be m, ved in a day or two. Having procured her fuel, food, medicine, clothing; having substituted something like comfort for the &wful, significant nakedness of the garret, as he had first seen it, perhaps Mar cus would have rested there, and considered the claims of charity sufficiently answered. For he was no philanthropist; few of the doctors he had dealings with would have allowed that he was capable of paying a doctor’sjfee tor his dear est triend. But the broker made a discovery in the morning of the day on which this history commutes. He hadpaid a visit to Mdlle. Lsgarde as a matter of couriesy, to inqure how ,ar her health was re-established. When the sick girl was thanking him in tired, tremulous tones, he glanced around the apartment with the keen, ferret-like scrutiny of an experienced dealer in bric-a-brac odds and enii 1 *, judged valueless by the common observer. His gaze fell upon an order for embroidery, signed “Juliet Summer sen.” Then the broker ceased his survey. He started violently, and turned to the pale, worn face buried in the pillows beside him, with heightened interest, and something likeranin. a t’.on. “You should not have fallen to this, my poor child,” he said, gently. “I see you had rich, fashionable employers.” And he pointed to the paper. “Ah, yes ; Miss Summerson. She appeared kind at first, but she fell away like the rest.” As she spoke in low tones, a shudder shook her frame from haad to foot. “But do you know the lady?” she added after a minute’s pause. “No, no! How should I? Everybody has heard of her as one of the most fashionable beauties of the Tuileries balls. So her custom was not“profitable long?” “She ordered two pieces of embroidery some time ago, and paid for them. But she has never claimed them. I could not go to her house, for reasons I seed not trouble you with, but the work is still here.” Marcus reflected for a moment; then he asked, with a grim, bitter smile, “Have you any reason to suppose that Miss Summerson is your enemy in any way—wishes you harm ?” “Oh, don't ask me ! I know r not what to sup pose. I hare met such cruel people, monsieur. I am not twenty, but I seem to know every de ception 1 could be warned against.” The broker was slow to pity. When his com passion was excited, it generally took the solid form of five-franc pieces. Now, however, he bent forward, and touched the young girl’s fore head with his lips, in a way that would have elicited the most unequivocal marks of surprise and contempt from those who, like the Michons, respected him for normal hardness and frank egotism. “Will you do roe one more favor?” said Reine. “Ay, child.” She drew a letter from under the pillow, and tendered it saying, “Burn this, please—here— immediately.” Marcus took the packet, and read: “Monsieur Clement de Boisrobert.” Again he started, and, without pausing an instant, turned towards the fireplace, where tisane was warming; and Reine saw a paper flare, and fall into the ashes on the hearth.— Then he bade her good-bye, promising to return in the evening. Marcus scarcely ever entered his chambers before midnight, and they had that frigid, noc turnal air most rooms so used acquire. The numerous traces visible of their inhabitant’s daily occupations in no way mitigated the chill ing influence ot that air. As he entered, study ■ inga letter in his hand, the broker tripped over yataghans, rolls of old tapestry-work, stools on which Pompadour had knelt; carpets that Louis XV. may have* trodden—all the stock-in-trade of a man who bought anything on which a profit was to be made, and thought nothing in this world too high and pure for sale and bar ter. The broker was in'ent on his letter, and heeded not his surroundings. The superscrip tion had arrested his attention up-stairs, and with the sang froid of a man accustomed to obtain the information he required by any means, illicit or avowuble, be dexterously slid the grisette’s letter up bis sleeve, and drew from his pocket an envelope of his own, which he burnt. “The girl is entangled with the entire gang,” he muimured, as he broke the seal. “Summer son—dc Boisrobert—what a company lor such a child to be pitted against!” And then he read these lines, written hurried ly, loosely, by a hand that should be, in a few hours, nerveless and dead : “Moxsieuh de Boisroert,—- “You may pause as you read these lines, and cry ‘Victory!’ You have your will. You have worked long and arduously for this end—you aie rewarded. The brave war you have waged against a defenseless girl ends as it should end —in your triumph. I would have withstood you alone, but you brought allies against me, whom I cannot conquer—deceit, wretchedness, and starvation. I fancy you have li tie pity in you, evea for yeurself. Yet hear how I havo suffered and love me for once, if you can, now I stand no longer in your path. “When I left my father’s house, it was with blind trustfulness that I accepted your proffer ed aid. Had you not Fraucisque’s letter, bid ding you wateh over me, though be had lost faith in his poor Reine? Did I not know of the friendship that united you ? I believed you implicitly when you alleged it was neces sary for my safety and honor that I should come here, and accept the guardianship of that hideous woman who serves you. And then you found work for me. Your friend, Juliet Sum merson, seemed to remain what she had ever been—a frank and kindly friend. If you had only known how grateful—ay, and hopeful—my heart was for those two friendships, the knowl edge might have softened you, perhaps at least have led you to let me live on alons, earning my bread as I wished to earn it But, no ; you could not keep the mask long. It fell, when you knew I had no resorce but you “Had you no fear of the friend you betrayed? Had yen no conception of the terrible account he might exact from you when he returned ? And me? Did you imagine tiiat mere hunger and cold would drive me to you for warmth and food ? You fancied that one slight, one mistake, brought by you know what deceitful appear ances, had alienated me from him you called friend—him I should have called husband.— You did not know—how should you know ? the strength of a girl’s first love. You see how week calculations were; yet you have won.— When to-morrow dawns I shall be dead. “So, out of your thankfulness for this ending, do this one good office for me—write to Fran cisque. I know not where he is. My letters have remained unanswered. Tell him how mis taken he was—how those semblances which deceived him belied me; but, I pray you, in such a manner as shall prevent any harm com ing to poor Eugene. He could not help that, at all events; and I would rather Francis (Ue should continue to think of me dead what he thought of me living,Than that Eugene should suffer through me These are the last lines I shall write. Do this bidding if you would atone —if you have any human impulse. “Rune Lagarde.” Marcus remained dreaming long ad sadly before this vague, unhappy story of a lfe that had so nearly ended in self-destruction. His pity for the girl he had saved increased in in tensity as some old unaccountable hatred of her persecutor rose within him “The scoundrel 1” he muttered “Always the same ! Good men change, and die, aud disap pear ; he remain! as lie ever .was. He will prosper, and die if some palace, bought by in famy, with crowds of flattering friends around him to hide the visions of his past. But pa tience —patience. My turn may come at last; and this poor child shall hasten its coming.” At night fall he went up to Reine’s room.— She was expecting him, and welcomed his hard, rugged race with a warm, grateful tmile. “Well, now, my child, I must see what I can do for you. Firstly, I have your promise not to tempt heaven again by such an attempt as that of the other night?” “Oh, sir, I should not have the courage now, had 1 the will! I promise.” And with a child’s gesture of confidence, she laid her hands in his. “But you must not starve, either, poor child! What can I do for you ?” “I must leave this hous* 1 ,” she answered, hur riedly ; “hide myself—go somewhere where no body would dream of looking lor me.” “Not twenty yet and such danger to avoid I” said the broker, touched by her pleading terror. 'Of whom can yon be afraid ? What have you done to have made such enemies ?” “Oh, sir, nothing! But you cannot under stand ” “Let me understand,” said Marcus, taking her hand gently. “Tell me your story. I may be able to help you in a way you little foresee.” Reine refused at first, saying tiiat other affairs than her own were bound up in the history of her life. But the broker pleaded with such earnestness and patience, that she reflected he md perhaps earned the right to knew her life. Her gratitude for the first friendly words sha had heard for months prompted such potent arguments in his favor, that she consented and began in a low voice to fill in the vague outlines he had gleaned from the letter. CHAPTER 111. a griseitte’s story. “They say lam a thorough Parisienne. Per haps it is true ; but i am purely provincial by oirth. AI/ poor father had been to Paris once, and never mentioned the place without horror. He thought a poet was starving iu every garret of the city,and the body of some deceived coun try lass floating under every bridge. So, unlike most tenant-farmers of our days, he only aspired to make us—Eugene and me—simple, industri ous country-folk, who would marry and grow old iu the village where we were born. The village is Arques, in Normandy. Perhaps you know it, sir ; it is where Henry IV. fought his famous battle. ‘Our farm was one of the de pendencies ot the Comte de Chayolles’ estate— the largest in the province. You must know tnat rustic as my father was in ideas, his educa tion was a good middle-class one, and fitted him for society—even for that of his fastidious landlord. So he shot over the estate often with the Comte, who would come in, now and then, and take luncheon with us. The Comte was then fifty-two or three, and I thirteen or four teen at the most. “Eugene was the great sorrow of our life. At twenty-two, he was utterly idle, worse than idle—drank and gamed, and nourished a vio lent hatred of what he called the ‘Aristos’ on all kinds of incendiary pamphlets and papers, smuggled into Dieppe from England. This would have remained a family grief; but at the date of which I speak,ajman born in the village, who had left for the army, six or seven years before, returned, and began to foment a species of small civil war, influencing idle, envieus na tures, like that of Eugene, with highly-colored pictures of the orgies he had seen in noble houses, the official corruption he had witnessed —and besides them, misery and starvation—in that city of palaces, Paris ! You may imagine what an influence such a companion had od Eugene. He wa3 constantly with his new friend; constantly listening to scandalous stories about the Comte de Cbayolles, which the sol dier had picked up, goodness knows how, in Paris. And then, Comte’s name was mentioned at home, Eugene ivould sneer, and mutter that ‘our patrician pets' were sot all very respectable members ot society ; that he knew of several blots on the scutcheon we we were all kneeling to ;’ and auger the advent of a coming reckoning. “Whenever he burst out in his wild fashion, my father would sen 1 me out et the room, and argue gently with the reDrebate—for reprobate Eugene became in a month or *wo after his Parisian friend’s arrival He played high, lost enormously, and the creditors came to my father. Iu a year, he almost ruined us. The crops had been bad, and he was a thousand times more costly than blight or frost. My father was meditating the abandonment of bis farm, or, at any rate, the unuer-letting of half th# land belonging to it, when Eugene crowned his career by commuting a scandal that rang through the country fr a fortnight afterwards. “I was learning lessons for the morrow one day, in the shade of a long avenue that divided our land from the Chayolles estate. Deep, an gry voices broke suddenly in on my mastering of Lamartine’s hymns. I stepped to listen ; the voices were those of Eugene and the Comte de Chayolles. “ ‘Take care, Comte de Chayolles !’ Eugene was saying, menacingly; ‘I can force you to eat every one of your big words.’ “‘You!’ answered the Comte. ‘I know not your meaning, but mine is plain. I have no ticed you lurking round the chateau for some time past. I have said nothing to you until to day, out ot regard for the father you have ruin ed, and are likely to dishonor. It seem3 you have mistaken my indulgence for fear—of what, lam ignorant. Let me set you right. 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' It has had seven drawings since July, 1874, and paid out in principal and interest, $750,000. Any one obtaining a premium, the company pledges itself not to make public. The enterprise is simply anew form of bond} in no sense is it to he recognised as a lottery. There are no blanks. Be sure ond purchase at once. $5 will buy a Fraction for December 0, 1875. $5 will buv a t Quarter bond for Jan. 3, 1876. $lO “ ' Half Bond “ S2O “ Whole Bond “ “ All Bonds are exchangeable into city lots in the suburbs of New York City. Each Bondholder is regarded as a:i honorary member er the Industrial Exhibition Cos., and is welcome at the parlors of the Cos., No. 12 East 17th st. Agents Wanted. All communications and remittances to he made te the Industrial Exhibition Cos., 12 East 17th st., bet. sth avenue and Br’dtvay,N.Y. City For the purpose of giving the bondholders of tho Industrial Exhibition Cos., full and complete information as to the progress of the Company and a complete list of the drawings, an illustra trated journal will be published, via : The Industrial ExliibitxonSlllnstrated. Subscription One Dollar per Year. Any one sending a club of 15 subscribers with sls, will be given a premium of one Frac tion or -J Bond, club of 2 5 subscribers, £ Bond, Ilub of 50 subscribers whole bond. Address INDUSTRIAL EXHIBITION ILLUSTRATE! 12 East 17th st., Now York City. S6O will Purchase 13 Fraction . THE GREAT REFUTATION w r hich Dr. Pemberton’s Fluid extract of Sul litigia (or Queen’s Delight) has attained in all sections of the country as a GREAT AND GOOD MEDICO E, and the largo number of testimonials which aro constantly being received from persons who have been cured by its use, is conclusive ['tool of its great merits. THIS GREAT HEALTH RESTS [ET is a positive specific and cure for Dyspepsia, Liver Complaints, Constipation, Headache, Diz ziness, Pains in the Back, Kidney Complaints. Jaundice, Female Weakness, Lumbago, General Debility, Gravel, Geut, Scrofula, Gance; o; Humor, Erysipelas, Salt Rheum, Ringnorri' Pimples and Humors on the Face, Old Uleei; Rheumatism, Mercurial and Syphilitic A fTe< tions. It removes all Mercurial or other poisons fro \ the Blood, and soon restores the system to po. - feet health and purity. That Palo, Y 110 > Sickly looking skin is (soon changed to one v beauty, freshness and health It will cure a v chronic or long standing diseases, whoso real ii direct cause is bad blood. A trial willprove jt Thousands have been snatched as it we efr i the grave by its miraculous power, w'io ni v enjoy health and happiness, where once ill is r : misery. It invigorates and strengthens the wi alas vs tem, acts upon the secretive organs, al ays flammation, cures ulceration, and regulates t i bowels. Or. Pemberton’s Stillingia r Queen’s Delight gives lleall Strength and Appetite. It purifies the Blood, and renovates and u vigorates the whole system. Its medical | o perties are alterative, tonic, solvent and diut< lie For testimonials of wonderful cures, send tf the Proprietor, or call upon your Druggists The ger uine is prepared only by Dr. J. S. Pemberton, Chemist, Atlanf >, Gt . For sale by all first-class Druggists. Office of George Adair, Wall St.eo Atlanta, Ga , July 16, 1 Dr. J. S. Pemberton— Dear Sir : I ha u your Extract of Stillingia for a chro tt affection of many years standing, which oia o i cure after all other remedies had failed i avs known your Stillingia U3ed in the w ist ir? of scrofula, secondary syphilitic diseases, liei , matism, kidney and liver affections, with gt r success. In fact, I have never known it tJ fiul in the most desperate eases. I consider it iltj greatest blood purifier known. Yours ti ~l\ J. C. BY A NS. For sale by br. ii. c. Aug. 11. Elberten,G.i $5 tO S2O P er da y> Agents wanted. All classes of working people of bolk sexe3, young and old, make mouey at wink for us, in their own localifes, during thou spare moments, or all the time than at ;\tiv thing else. We offer employment that will tnV handsomely for every hour’s work. Full ticulars, terms, &c., sent free. Send us v<v address at once. Don’t delay. Now is the time. Don’t look for work or business elsewhere, until you have learned what we offer. G.HHq* son &Cos., Portland, Maine.
