"What is it, Gertrude?"
"On the way up to poor Oliver, I had to pa.s.s by Mademoiselle Victoria"s door, and I heard the sound of footsteps within."
"My sister did not go out, then?"
"Pardon me, monsieur; I saw mademoiselle leave the house, with my own eyes, and she gave me the key of her room."
"That is truly strange! Who then can be there?"
"No one, monsieur, for your sister does not receive a soul. That is why the sound of steps astonished me so!"
"Explain yourself more clearly!"
"I mean I heard, or thought I heard, someone walking in mademoiselle"s chamber. It could not be you, monsieur, because you are here. It could be neither madam nor her mother, for I had just seen them on the first floor as I went up to mademoiselle"s; so I said to myself, "Perhaps it is some rogue who has broken in!" Then I rapped at the door and called, "Mademoiselle, are you there?" No answer. I rapped again; no answer. I said to myself, "It surely must be some rascal or other!" I came down in haste to get the key; risking whatever might come, I opened the door, and, "pon my faith----"
"That is what you should have done first thing. The mystery would have been solved at once. Whom did you find?"
"No one--absolutely no one. Everything was in good order, as it always is in mademoiselle"s room. Her work table and her other little writing table were in their accustomed place, near the dormer window that looks on the garden, and as it was open I peeped out. I saw neither ladder nor cord which could have served anyone either for entry or escape. I looked under the bed, I opened the door of the closet--no one! Then I said to myself--"
"Whence it follows, my good Gertrude, that you thought you heard footsteps in my sister"s room and that you were mistaken, that"s all.
Now tell me, how did you find Oliver?"
"When I knocked at his door, the young man was sound asleep, for he did not hear me at first."
"So much the better. If he sleeps deep it is a happy symptom. His fever has gone."
"I asked him through the door how he was, and whether he needed anything. He told me he had lain down after taking his hot drink, and that he had slept till I woke him; that he felt better, and that he hoped to pa.s.s a good night. Thereupon he wished me good-even."
"Poor boy--may his hope of rest be realized. Tell my wife, Gertrude, that I am going out to the shop, and not to be worried at my absence. I shall come in for supper at ten o"clock as usual."
So saying, John pa.s.sed out of the parlor and went to join his comrades in the smithy.
CHAPTER XXIII.
TO THE WORKMAN THE TOOL.
The factory of implements of war, established by John Lebrenn in his iron works, took the toil of twenty workmen. All--apprentices, old men, young men--vied with one another in patriotic ardor in the accomplishment of their task. They felt that this was no ordinary labor.
They were conscious of serving the Republic, and lavished their skill on the arms destined for the patriots at the front. Accordingly, with what eagerness did not these artisans forge, beat, or file the iron, lighted here by a smoky lamp against the wall, there by the reverberating glow of the furnace. The ringing cadence of the hammers on the anvils was often accompanied by the popular songs of the period chanted in chorus by the workmen"s st.u.r.dy voices. Most oft it was the Ma.r.s.eillaise, the Carmagnole, or the famous _ca Ira_, whose brief and rapid rythm seemed to beat the "Charge!"
Songs and labors both stopped short at the entrance of John Lebrenn.
Castillon had notified the shop a few minutes before that "friend John,"
as they cordially called him, was coming to post them on the events of the coming day, and to supply the information of which they had for some time been deprived.
"Citizens," said Castillon when he saw Lebrenn, "I rise to a motion! In order to lose as little time as possible, and in order to hear friend John without halting the work, let us set aside for an hour our hammers and files, and put in the time fitting or polishing our pieces. That will make practically no noise, and in this way we shall not be idling, and still can hear friend John in comfort."
"The motion is carried!" cried the workmen. In a few moments the bustle, consequent on the change of occupations, was over, and silence fell on the shop. John Lebrenn took his accustomed place, and speaking to several by name, thus addressed his companions:
"Brothers, we are on the eve of a great day, as beautiful, as decisive, as those of July 14 and August 10. This day will save, I hope, the Revolution, the Republic, and France, now more seriously threatened than ever. And moreover, it is also my firm hope that not a drop of blood will be shed. The law and the national Representatives will be respected, the people will know how to rise to the grandeur of its mission and overcome its adversaries no longer by force of arms, but by its moral influence. My language surprises you, men of action that you are."
"My faith, yes, friend John. But after all, if one can win without a fight, that is so much gained. It makes for peace."
"The victory will only be the purer for it. But, in order that you may understand the significance of the events now on the threshold, we must first take up those which have preceded. You know, my friends, and it is one of the greatest misfortunes of the times, that the Convention chosen by the people to proclaim the Republic and to arraign and judge Louis Capet has been, from the beginning of its existence, divided by party rivalries. The party leaders, the Mountainists, the Moderates, or the Girondins, are all more or less guilty of the same fault, I ought to say the same crime; for, forgetting the public weal, or confounding it with their own personalities, they have lost precious time reciprocally accusing one another of treason. Thus Capet"s trial was dragged out over four months. The new Const.i.tution is hardly drafted. National education is as yet but a project. Finally, if they have accepted the compulsory tax of a thousand million on the rich, and have established a maximum of wealth, we still await the laws to complete the emanc.i.p.ation of the proletariat by decreeing the right to the common possession of the instruments of production, for all citizens, male and female."
"We agree with you, friend John. The bourgeoisie has gotten its part of the Revolution, namely, justice; but Jacques Bonhomme has still the half of his to get. He has won political rights, universal suffrage, and the Republic--that is good, it is something, but it is not all. One must eat to live, and in order to eat one must have at his disposal either work or the tool with which to produce the necessaries of life. To the peasant the land, to the workman the tool. To each his part in the common property."
"Whose the fault, my friends, if our legitimate hopes have not been fulfilled?"
"By my pipe, friend John, the fault is in the delays of the Convention; that is clear as day."
"Whence it follows, that if we had chosen better Representatives we would never have had to suffer the delays which now bear so harmfully upon us. If the Convention has not up to now completed the emanc.i.p.ation of us proletarians, the fault lies with our lack of discernment in choosing our Representatives. You follow my reasoning? Now let us come to the conclusion."
"In fact, that is true enough, friend John. But, after all, if we made a bad choice, on whom can it be blamed?"
"On our inexperience, my friends; an inexperience entirely natural, for we are still _apprentices_ in the exercise of our political rights. But experience will teach us how to serve ourselves better with the sovereign instrument over which we dispose; we shall obtain by the votes of our Representatives everything that we can legitimately claim and demand. Are we proletarians not, after all, the vast majority of the country? Let us then know how to make a better choice for the a.s.sembly which will succeed the Convention, and our freedom will be complete.
Does that mean, however, that the Convention does not count within its ranks some true friends of the people? That would be a slander on it; but these, Robespierre, St. Just, Danton and the other Jacobins, are unfortunately in the minority. The Girondins, who control the majority, are incapable of dissipating the perils which now stare the Republic in the face."
"An idea, friend John! How if we invited the Girondins to take a little visit down there to see how their friends Pitt and Coburg were getting along? If they don"t accept, we march in force upon the Convention, sort the goats from the sheep, purge the flock of the goats, and then--.
Stern diseases need stern remedies!"
"Then, my friend Castillon, the sovereignty of the people one and indivisible would be violated in the person of its Girondist Representatives. For these, no less than the Mountainists, are sacred by virtue of their popular election. Their inviolability covers them so long as there exists against them no proof of overt treason. We shall not step out of the just path. What must be done to save the Republic without violence, without illegality, without an a.s.sault on the sovereignty of the people, is to obtain from the Girondins, voluntarily, an abandonment of their power to the Jacobins."
"But how can that be done?"
"By using our right of a.s.semblage and pet.i.tion, by making the Convention hear the voice of the people, of Paris, and of all France. And, I call G.o.d to witness, that voice will be heard! The most refractory of our Representatives will be forced to obey."
"Bravo! Tell us some more!"
"Here, comrades, is what occurred yesterday, May 29. The Section of the Cite, through the organ of its president Dobsen, issued an appeal to the other forty-seven Sections of Paris, inviting them each to send two delegates to the electoral club sitting at the Bishopric. These delegates, clad by the Sections with full power for the common safety, are to act in concert. The call of the Cite has been heeded, and to-day these ninety-six commissioners of the Sections have named a superior committee of nine. This committee has resolved as follows:
"To-morrow, in order to establish the legality of the power with which the Sections have invested it, the committee will repair to the City Hall, declare its powers, and dismiss (but only for form"s sake) the Munic.i.p.al Council, whose authority exists only at the will of the Sections. This done, the Munic.i.p.al Council will be reinstated in its functions, as it is composed of good patriots. The directorate of the department, on its part, being with the Sections, will call upon the officers of the Commune to a.s.semble at the City Hall to-morrow and meet with the Munic.i.p.al Council to the end of consulting, if need be, on matters of general security. Thus, to-morrow, at daybreak, all the Sections will a.s.semble, with their cannon; that is to say, all Paris will be afoot, armed, not to fight, but to demonstrate, calm and dignifiedly, garbed imposingly in its power and sovereignty."
"I understand, friend John, that the ex-n.o.bles still carry, even in tranquil times, their rapiers at their sides. It is "part of their costume," they say. Well, by my pipe, on these grand occasions, and without meaning to fight, the people shall put on _its_ Sunday best, and march with pike-staves and cannon! That will be its ceremonial costume!"
"You have said it, friend Castillon. The ex-gentleman is not complete without his sword beside him--it is his symbol of oppression. The patriot is not complete without the pike in his hand, his symbol of resistance to oppression. To-morrow, then, when the Sections are peacefully a.s.sembled, in their ceremonial costume, as you said, Castillon, Citizen Rousselin, the spokesman of the deputation of the forty-eight Sections of Paris, and L"Huillier, in the name of the directorate of the department of Paris, will read at the bar of the Convention the pet.i.tions borne by the delegates of the Sections."
"Now, friend John, I understand the affair," returned Castillon. "We go say to the Girondins: "Look you, citizens, we are here, a hundred thousand good patriots of Paris; and down there, in the country, other hundreds of thousands of good patriots, all convinced, like us, that you have not enough hair on your eyebrows to save the Republic. That is settled! We have the numbers, the force and the cannon for you, but these numbers, this force, these cannon we do not want to use. Only we say to you, in the name of the country: Citizen Girondins, when your loins are not strong enough to bear the burden, leave it to others more robust. Come, make yourselves scarce!""
"You speak words of gold, my good Castillon. Yes, in all probability, such will be the consequences of to-morrow"s program. The majority of the Convention--a majority which is often vacillating and undecided, but which has so far supported the Girondins--will, struck with this imposing manifestation, this calm, dignified, legal att.i.tude of the people, and yielding to the pressure of public opinion, throw off the Girondin influence which dominates it, and join forces with the Jacobins, who will thus become masters of the situation. Then, my friends, be sure of it, whatever the allied monarchs of Europe may do, whatever the plots of the royalists and priests, the Republic, the Revolution, France, will be saved without the sovereignty of the people having been violated in the person of a single one of its Representatives in the Commune or the Convention, even of those most opposed to new ideas; and without the stigma of bloodshed."
All at once John Lebrenn"s wife dashed into the workshop. She was pale and trembling, and called in tones of terror:
"John, my friend, come at once! What a misfortune!"
"Charlotte, you frighten me," cried Lebrenn, hastening to his wife"s side. "Heavens, what has happened?"