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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
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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
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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
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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.
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