The Light That Lures eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 316 pages of information about The Light That Lures.

The Light That Lures eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 316 pages of information about The Light That Lures.

“Sieur Motier the Marquis is now called, but in America that name would not appeal.  We may drown our mistake in wine, the first but maybe not the last time we shall drink together.”

The landlord brought in the wine and departed without being questioned.

“Sieur Motier,” said Barrington, reflectively.  “News has traveled slowly to us in Virginia, and things here have moved quickly.  You can tell me much.  This meeting is a fortunate one for me.”

Into weeks and months had been crowded the ordinary work of a long period of time.  After nearly three years of strenuous effort, the Constituent Assembly had come to an end.  With Mirabeau as its master spirit, it had done much, some evil, but a great deal that was good.  It had suppressed torture, done away with secret letters, and lightened the burden of many grievous taxes.  Now, the one man who was able to deal with the crisis if any man was, the aristocrat who had become the darling of the rabble, the “little mother” of the fisher-wives, the hope of even the King himself, was silent.  Mirabeau was dead.  In fear the King had fled from Paris only to be stopped at Varennes and brought back ignominiously to the capital.  The Legislative Assembly took the place of the Constituent Assembly, three parties in it struggling fiercely for the mastery, one party, that high-seated crowd called the Mountain, red republicans whose cry was ever “No King,” growing stronger day by day.  Nations in arms were gathering on the frontiers of France, and the savagery of the populace was let loose.  The Tuileries had been stormed, the Swiss Guard butchered, the royal family imprisoned in the Temple.  Quickly the Legislative Assembly had given way to a National Convention, and the country was ripe for any and every atrocity the mind of man could conceive.

The patriot, sitting opposite to Barrington and drinking wine at intervals, told his tale with enthusiasm and with many comments of his own.  He was full of the tenets of the Jacobin and Cordelian Clubs.  For him the world, set spinning on a mad career when the Bastille fell, was moving too slowly again.  There had been a good beginning, truly something had been done since, but why not make a good end of it?  Mirabeau, yes, he had done something, but the work had grown too large for him.  He had died in good time before the people had become tired of him.  France was for the people, and there must be death for all who stood in the people’s way, and a quick death, too.

“Blood must run more freely, there will be no good end without that,” he said; “the blood of all aristocrats, no matter what they promise, what they pretend.  From the beginning they were liars.  France has no use for them save to make carrion of.”

“And whose power is sufficient for all this?” Barrington asked.

“To-day, no one’s.  To-morrow;—­who shall say?  Things go forward quickly at times.  A sudden wave might even raise me to power.”

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