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THE ROWERS COLLECTS J 1 - r ,!. l il.'p "X. 1 ll J 4 bU rUBLTSHED BY WB. PETEEDX & CO. VOL. 1 : Xo. 1. FAYETTE VILLE, N, C.', DECEMBER; g5, 1871. i U l- U La . . !' i J; it I- r- TIIK ADVERTISER AND GAZETTE FAyETTEVlLLE, N. C. DECEMBER 25U1S71. COW GISTAYE REI.YAUI); Dmton's Gratitude Practically Solved. ' 'ALE. OP THE, FRENCH REVOLUTION. . CHAPTEIi I.; One cold, wretched, gloomy ven uigj towaras inc. ena or ine year 1SS, a yourg- man was hurrying through a small forest on the out skirts of the town of. Nancy.. The . ... wood was t!(uk, but he jessed fear lessly on through the deepening gloom. Here atul theie a gap in the tres brought before the eye the gothic battlements of an ancient cas- i tie, four towers of which rose darkly against the sky, ' This was the an cestral home of the proud old fami ly of De Rcynaud. The traveler was a. man of Hercu lean proportion?. He was jcom monly,. almost coarsely 'dressed and there was little in, either his manner or appearance to attract attention, except perhaps that there was. a nameipss something in his counten ance which, once seen, was not easi ly forgotten. . j Io the . Orst place, it was deepy scarred by small-pox, and an immense profusion of black hair . hung in wild coufusion around it. His forehead was broad but low, and his eye was brilliant, keen and rest less. : j Although at'this oeriod the forests of Flanders were infested by bands of robbers, and every day brought with it f resh ' a els o f t h e f t o r m u rd e r, paralyzing the scared inhabitants of Nancy and Valenciennes, ; still this man carried no weapon save a huge stick. With a dauntless look and a c.sreless air he was speeding swiftly o:i his way; when aU at once he was confronted by a party of men ' who emerged from behind the trees, and ."placing, themselves djrectly in his 'path, demanded his money or his life. Apparently, our traveler thouent tiiat of the two; he would prefer sa - .-vj)g tls brrner. for in 'a moment,' without a symptom of fear, he pre pared himself for a determined re sistance. With his back firmly set nsainst a tree, and his stick grasped . in his hand, he first kept his assail- ants at bay; and then, finding they were-closing on him, commenced dealing around him a succession' of - blows with a coolness and skill which proved that he was master of the - art of self-dt fimce. , i Still, in so unequal a coutest one against 'many he had - but little chauce, and the game was going cgainst him, when suddenly a Touhg man, unmsiakeably a gentleman, richly clad jm the costly costume' of the day, and attented by his servant, abruptly appeared upon the scene. At a single glance he seemed to take in the whole case, and drawing his sword, without a moment's hesita j lion, tharged at onca upon the gang, i The battle was sharp, but of short duration, for a very few seconds suf tiee-d to convince the robbers that they had met their masters, and a 1 rapid 'flight ensued. A brief pause, -. during which the two young men 2i;zed breathlessly at each other, as it to ascertain the amount of damage done to either, was broken by the last comer. You are wouhded,.said h to the man to whose rescue he had so op portunely arrived; you are severely wounded. You must allow me and jny servant to assist you to the house it is close by and there you shall be properly attended to. ' j ' A thousand thanks, replied the. 'traveler but I have cot an instant to sparv My wound, whe added, whilst he wrung some heavy drops of blood from his forehead, is a tri fle. Not so-the service ou have ren dered me. That is a' debt which I stiall never forget. If ev;r I can re pay it, it shall b.s repaid. Perhaps, before we die, some, happy chance may enable me to do for you what you have this day done for me.- Nay, laughed the young man; in that hope we cannot quite agree. " In these times, who knows? re turned the traveler. But, however, here, where we have met, we must now part. Let me, before I go, know the natne of my preseiver. Gustave, Count de Reynaud, was the reply, and the traveler gave a sud den start. " ' Count de Reynaud? he repeated, wh'j a quiver on his lip and a scowl on his brow; a count: an. aristocrat: Mv life saved. bv an aristocrat! But, bah! what matters High or low, you are still my preserver and my friend, and, as I said before, if ever the time sffould come when you mayj day, terrfiied lest tfcey hou!dte dis want a helping hand; as I uiidthia covered. Soon, however, phvation day, remember the name'of Danton. ; Count Gustavede Reynaud walked quietly home, as if nothing had hap pened. , His life had been a brief and bright romance. ! Three, years pre viously he had inherited from his fa ther the castle to which he had just invited his stranger friend, and tired apparently of Pans and its pleasures, he suddenly resigned his place at the court, of which he! was the 'most brilliant member, and devoted him self to a country life upon his prince ly domain. For. a long time the eav companions of hi former life tjould uot imagine what inducement had been sufficiently strong to lure him from their society; but at last the se cret was discovered and the mystery solved. Gustave de Reynaud, the witty and accomplished favorite of a luxurious conrt, had proved vulner able 'to the charms of a beautiful village girl, and having - no one's leave to ask but 1 hers and his own. married and made her Countess de Reynaud. j For two years their happiness had been like a dream or a fairy tale. Sufrounded by vassals and tenants, they dispensed around them with a lavish hand every benefit which it was possible to bestow, and their names were never breathed without a blessing. j In the year however of which we are writing, bitter winds had" scat tered the orchard ! blossoms, heavy rains had ruined the harvest, the vines had no grapes and the fields no flowers; but the Count and Countess de Reynaud, with unwearied benev olence, heaped upon their people gifts of all kinds to recompense them for their losses, until there was but one feeliDg amongst them of uni versal gratitudes Did 1 say universal! Alas, there was but one exception. Francois Gautier, a farmer on the estate, ha ted the Count and Countess with a hatred too deep for words, even if he had dared to utter them, and the cause from which this hatred eprunrr wbs one which like a .recent wound, was being continually torn open From boyhood this man had loved the beatiful Felicia Emmonetr now Countess de Reynaud; from girlhood he had been her detestation. When he saw the jprizo wrested from bim by one so immeasurably his superior, love gave place to hatred. Envy, deep and direful, turned every drop of blood in hisjveins to gall; and day after day, month after month, year after year, he watched with jaundiced ee the happiness of the Connt and Couutess de Reynaud.- . Revenge was what Gautier thirst ed for; the unalloyed prosperity of his superiors filled him with rage. Being himself a man whose mind was superior to his station, his posi tion was a constant thorn in his side, and he felt as if it chained him to the ground, from . which his ambition made him wish to soar. Unfortunately this was a character exactly suited to the times that are a - n.nv coming. A revolutionary spir it was growing in France with araa zing rapidity, jihe nobility were marked down as especial objects of vengeance, and the mob were in the ascendant. What a moment of tri umph for a man who had a private grievance to avenge! Here, then, was at last an opening for Gautier to raise himselt to pow er, and seeing his opportunity, he sneedilv availed himself of it. The moment the public press announced the disastrous turn the tide of affairs had taken, he declared himself on the side of the revolutionists, and en tered heart and soul into their cause. His fortune if. such it could: be called was now made; power, place and authority were now his; and the first use he made of them was to de nounce his eenerous master and ben efactor, and sacrifice to the Repub lic the princely estate on which he had first drawn breath. When first the blow fell, Count Gustave de Reynaud fondly hoped that the care, and consideration he had always had for his people might shelter him from the storm; but he little knew with whom he had to deal. Vain all hope while Francois Gautier wielded the sceptre. With savage delight this monster. led the way to the castle, and had not a few grateful hearts warmed towards the unhappy young couple their very lives might have fallen a sacrifiice. As it was, Hight saved them for the moment. ! Disguised, and with money and jewels concealed about them, the count an'd countess wandered from forest to forest both by night and by and exposure began to tell urjsn the health of Madame do Reynaud; she was utterly prostrated by tewor and fatigue; and they were compelled to seek refuge iu a cottage at Nancy. Here, however, despite the ccurage and kindness of their host, they were at last hunted out, and' seized, not the couutess, but her husband; 'and, deaf to all her. frantic entreaties, he was torn from Jjer side.' Save your tars cried!" one of the myrmidons with a laugh of derision; your turn will come next. . . But what is my crime? Whither would you take me? asked tbelount. Your crime will be told Tbu ov him before whom we are "about to take you the President of the Tri bunal of Justice, was the reply. And who may ho be? said the vic tim with an intonation of scorn which he could not repress. Francois Gautier, answered the men. with one voice; and from that moment both Count Gustave and his wife knew that their fate was sealed, and that they could expect no mercy. A CHAPTER III. 1 jThe Count de Reynaud's quondam tenant sat in a large .arm-chair, his head resting upon his hand, and his dark, cadaverous countenance tell ing the tale of those sanguinary days as plainly as though it had been written there telling the story of the frightful scenes into which his ambition and his thirst for vengeance had led him. ' The table before him was covered with documents and pa pers of all kinds. ' Well, is it all done for to-day? asked he savagely, as they led away from his presence a prisoner just con demned to death. Not quite, citoyen-president. Here is a woman who has been run ning about the passages of the Ho tel de Ville all day Before the speaker had time to con clude his sentence, a girl, young and strikingly j lovely, rushed into the chamber and stood before Gautier. over her "shoulders, her eyes seemed starti ng fron their sockets and her face was almost (ivid with grief and terror. Though dressed in the cos tume of a Flemish peasant, the deli cacy of her features, the beauty of her figure, and the grace of her movements, frantic as they were, told that she wore it only a3 a disguise, and Gautier smiled with malignant triumph as he recognized her. Be seated, citoyenne, said he with a marked tonc-of insolent irony. Sir, began Madame de Reynaud, clasping her hands and fixiug'her eyes imploringly on his face. Call me citoyen, he interrupted roughly. We allow no aristocratic titles in these good old days of equal ity. Alas! cried the countess, you must forgive me; I know not what I say. My ideas are scattered my brain reels, but, oh, citoyen-president, if such is the name by which I should address yon have mercy! They have arrested my husband; they have taken him prisoner to the Hotel de Ville. Yet he is innocent. I swear to you, by all I hold most sacred, that he is innocent! Suffer me' to ask you what is to be his fate? Tne fate which traitors and ,the enemies of the Republic must- ex pect, replied Gautier laughing de risively. ! f . But ho is neither, cried the count ess in a voice of agony; he ha? never lifted a hand against his country. neither has be joined in any conspir acy. Of what can you accuse him, Monsieur Gautier, unless, indeed, of having overwhelmed you with kind ness? t Oh, sir! speak and tell me! What'is his supposed crime? " Crime! echoed Gautier furiously. Is he not an aristocrat? has he not trodden the people beneath bis feet? For a moment the countess looked at the accuser in mute astonishment and indignation, and.theii in faltering accents, exclaimed: This accusation from you! He cowered beneath her flashing eyes for an instant, bat then with an effort recovered himself. The gratitude of a private individ ual, said he, must never interfere with the duty which a man owes to the public. 1 am placed here to pun ish the guilty And to protect the innocent! cried Madame de Reynaud. But, sir, you must be joking you cannot be se rious or, it is some frightful dream! It is impossible that you can be in earnest that you are about to stain your hands with the blood of a man who has positively beeo your benefac tor! Did he not assist you to marry? did he not placo you in the best farm on his estate, and stand jodfa ther to your child? And .now and now (tears half choked her words) a wanderer an outcast bereft of all! Oh, sir, if you can save his life, save it! Countess de Reynaud, ; whispered the president, bending down to her ear, in days gone by I knelt at your C A. 1 T ieet as you now ao ac mine, l im plored your pity and your mercy as you now implore mine! Didyoo lis ten to me? -did you grant mv prver? No! The love J sought you gaVe to him! That injury of blackest dye I now wash out but only with his blood! Lonsr vears have passed sme you refused to Usteii to'me.'but day and night have J. never ceased to thirst for my reveu'gc, and I grasp it in my hand! I'tikely I shall let itgo?' No! The countess gazed wildly at him. She seemed unable to comprehend the magnitude of her misery, yet she stammered out, Mercy! mercy! Yes,, continued Gautier, in the asmelow tone; but mercy costs dear. I have money I still have jewels! shrieked the countess. Gautier shook his head and laughed the laugh of a demon. Not enough, said he. He robbed me, and for that theft What price? oh, what price, Gautier? she asked. His blood! he rep'ied. His blood! echoed Madame de Rey naud, and she .fell senseless . at his feet. CHAPTER IV. The next morning thirty soldiers were drawn up in a small court near the Hotel de Villei specially devoted to executions of this kind. In face of them stood a young ; man. His countenance betrayed no sort of emo tion; except, perhapj, that on his. lip a curl of scorn; and that, though the expression was calm and determined, a deadly pallor overspread His face. In his hand, he was permitted to hold the handkerchief with which they would have bound his eyes. Now and then his eyes seemed to wander into the distanUcrowd, as if in 8earch.of sprrie Ived object which met them noC. Suddenly a piercing shriek rent the air -a figure came fly ing across the court and the haugh ty composure and nerve with which Count Gustave de Reynaud had been about to meet death, instantly for sook him; he started, trembled visi bly, and held out his arms. In a mo ment his wife rushed into them, and whilst locked in his embrace, wound her own frantically round his neck. But the scene was brief and tran sient as a flash of lightning. The great window of the Hotel de Ville was thrown, up in violence, and Fran cois Gautier appeared upon the balcony. His eyes glared upon his victim, and at a hurried feign, which he made to the officer on duty, Mad ame de Reynaud, fainting and half dead, was torn from the arms of her husband, and forcibly dragged from the scene of horror. Hardly wa3 the space cleared be tween the soldiers and the prisoner, when a loud murmur was heard, and a post-chaise the horses covered with foam dashed into the court, and a man of colossal stature and fe rocious countenance, rendered still more so by the mass 'of black hair which hung round it, sprang from the carriage, and, after gazing intent ly on the various groups before him, walked up to the officer and ordered ... him to suspend tne execution. As for the prisoner," he added, let him follow me to the Hotel de Ville. In the hall of the' revolutionary tribunal he turned towards Monsieur de Reynand, and fixing his eyes on him in surprise, inquired what were the circumstances of his arrest and sentence. ' Whilst the count was detailing them, the countenance of the stran ger darkened, and his lip trembled with fury, j Hardly was the recital finished, than he folded his arms, and striding rapidly across the hall to wards Gautier, asked him in a voice of thunder what excuse he had to of fer for his conduct. ; My object is the good of the Re public, was the reply. The good of . the Republic, cried the 8 1 ranger, can never be gained by ar.ts of tyrannical cruelty. The death you have prepared for an innocent man shall be your own! Soldiers, I Sentence Francois Gautier to be shot. Remove him, and let the sentence be immediately executed. In a moment the president of the revolutionary tribunal was surround ed and secured. In vain he strove to justify himself he was not al lowed to plead. In vain he implored a respite of at least one hour. Not one moment! was the reply. When Francois Gautier fonnd that all hope was overy he acted like a madman; he became perfectly- infu riated. He raved. he struggled, he foamed at the month. He snatched the tri-colored cap from his head, and tearing it into pieces, stamped upon it with his feet. i , If this, cried he, is all the gratitude that the friends of liberty recieve, may the Republic perish. At the same window from which, one short half-hour before, Francois Gautier, had hoped to witness the death of his ri val, did the stranger now stand, and not until the volley of musketry announcehatall was over, 'did he qai5 hiv position Ho then turned towards a table by which stood Count Gustave de Reynaud, and after writing a few hasty lines, he looked up at him with a softened expression of face. Citoyen, said he in a trembling voice, take this pa3S. Itjwill insure the safely of yourself and your wife. Do not leave France do not mix yourself up in politics; Keep free from all party spirit, and you will have nothing to fear. And now, only word more do you remember me? Monsieur de Reynaud looked be wildered. Pardon me, said he, passing his hand over his forehead, but the events of the last few days seem to have deprived me of my memory. I cannot recollect if we have met be fore. : Possibly not, replied the stranger, for those who bestow favors and blessings forget easily. It is for those who receive them to remember. Count Gustave de Reynaud, I had a debt to pay you, and I have paid it; we are now quits, fcbould you De asked from whom you obtained , that pass, you .may feel perhaps that it was from the man whose life you onec saved; but you need only answer It was from DarLton! A new minister at New Bedford, took a stroll before breakfast, on the first Sanday he was there, and, after walkincr a dozen blocks,, was slightly confused by a shabby individual, with: "Yon needn't look any iartheT; there. ait; t any saloon pen. R. E. HE IDE. A. 8. HEIDI. Heide Brothers, No. 22 Hay Street, HAVE on Lund a large and well selected stock of . CO.XFECTIOXERIES of every description. FOREIGN FRUITS, COCOANUTS, ALMONDS, FILBERTS, BRAZIL NUTS, PECANS, CHESTNUTS, PEANUTS, &c, &c. The Very Best CIIEWKG AND SMOKING CIGARS, &C. Wood and . - Willow Ware of all Kinds. TOYS, NOTIONS AND FANCY A.PI.TIOIjHS. Remember; 22 Hay Street. - GIVE US A CALL. . Iiarc Chance forUaraiiiis! MustOe Sold icilhin the Xext ThirtjVays. THE ENTIRE STOCK SOW OX 1IANFT, CONSISTING OK D R Y G O O D S', s i CLOAKS, "fclHtTYXS?- Blankcts, Boots and Shoes, Hats, CLOTHING, FURNISHING G.ODS, CLOTHS, CASS1MERES, ,v. Must bo sold without reserve." to make room foraii entirely ricw sioc!c? . II. SCIILOSSBEKG. A. 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