Taking the Bastile

on the Tuileries Bridge, in all probability, not in friendly han

y ought to stay where they were, in comparative safety,

the country and the bravery he showed this evening. Pitou instinctively felt this

n his weapons and took to his heels at the first conflict he was in. This proves that I am more courageous than Horace, with my musket, cartridge-box and sword to show fo

t is blue,

it; and for

illed, the business

seen the doctor, we will retur

ege where is Sebastian Gil

ut reluctantly so soft was the gra

ust know what to say to Dr. Gi

ing anything, fo

you must go to the doctor and s

snoring where he h

shut at this hour," thought Bill

e hours; but the day did not bring any

the military had been withdrawn they had pillaged the Royal Storage Magazines. Towards the City Hall a crowd rolled a couple of small cannon. At the Cathedral and other places the general alarm was rung on the big bells. O

ital from all the country round during the last few months. They slipped silentl

l by these starvelings, called out to the King: "

ng a hand and the richest like the poorest contributing some object that would build the wall. Among the crowds Billet recognized one

out the masters and were attacking the gates to get o

emanded Billet in his stentor's voic

elping three or four schoolfellows to bring up a ladder with which to sc

teacher, alarmed by the sight of two armed men

foster-brother who had grown out of all reason since he l

infernal rumpus?" said the yeoman: "Exp

ttempt," said the principal. "For these gentlemen do appear to be your friends.

ous at his age: "but I must go forth. I am not in the position of these; m

hey have locked up his father, and as the people are

red the farmer, shaking the gates: "Death

ed little Gilbert, "and that is why I want to

ndred shrill voices: "Yes, g

ive the scholars passage. The principal threw himse

ends, spare t

an old soldier: "they will be just t

parents," continued the head teacher; "I owe my life t

s of the wall killed h

terposed between the soldiers

sacred trust. Let men go and fight and get knocked over, th

ving murmu

father. Now, I am a father; I have had two men killed in m

he assemblage with a gran

Garden," resumed the farmer; "and this lad fought by my side; but t

looked

t anybody to say the Parisians could not thrash the

soldiers and women. "No childre

d master to Billet, trying to shak

good care of Gilbe

cried the boy, livid with anger as he str

and I undertake

ady three or four French Guards and a dozen other soldiers instinctively st

ian and taking his fine white han

ow Farmer Billet, who far

, I know

is lad

be Ange

on the other's neck,

k. I, and the rest of us. Why not? yesterday we had a turn

artridge-box one of them has n

ather?" cried Billet to the

king his head in melancholy. "None can take the Bastil

r was out walking on the ramparts, where they tell me the pri

you when they caught you

died under my

ather's eyes! To make him die of grief in his cell when he has nobody but you t

pered Pitou as Bill

, white and pearly; the fiery eye, fine and ironical mouth, eagle

as been put in the Bas

dence of America; and with the pen for France; is known in the Two Worlds as a hater of tyrann

long

at Havre; at least at Lillebonne, fo

nts. I swear to deliver your father from the Bas

mer spoke from the bottom

nne to scribble these w

arrested for Liberty's cause. I have a son at Louis-the-Great College, Paris. The finder of t

uired Billet, breat

d threw it out of the window. The Parish Priest found it and

ok to Paris, to a poor boy whose father has been taken away from him because he loves the people too

ain!" exclaimed Billet. "A pity they are not all

g to carry his family the five fr

Billet. "Oh, the people ar

promised if I told you,

r get killed. Now

pocket a copy of Rouss

the doctor's hand ha

"I am going to fetch your

grasping his hands; "how will

Bastile," rep

ghed and the merri

is blazing glance around him. "Wh

es," said

n," said

hird. "Mind you do not bu

et burnt," cr

er when they fire on you? You must be cowards, then, dastards; machines fit for slavery. A thousand demons! Is there no man with a heart who will come wit

blime audacity. The enflamed and qui

th the B

ling to Billet, but h

you worked. Well, we are going to work, too-only th

ace in his hands he went off into spasms which

astile!" call

stile," ec

and persons, a cry which was to become