Red Caps and Lilies

in the Carrousel, the inner court of the Tuileries palace, less than a mile away, had thundered outside. The glass chandelier above the table had shaken until its chains, jangling together, mad

well as a carved bowl full of nuts and a carafe of wine and one of water, and even a bowl of flowers, a few red roses which Henri had picked that morning from the vine b

you had gone with the others,

that I would not g

and he returned

f and the head of the house," he went on. "I've st

oment. It was as though she would shut out all the confusion and w

not so good a thing to be a servant in a great house. It was not the loss of her servants that mattered so much. It was the fact that they were her enemies,

hard with the Swiss guards. They made a brave stand but they are losing

. They had not heard h

ghting well?" It was Li

He was a little, dark man. His voice shook as he spok

d her lace-bordered handkerchief between her long, white ha

Carrousel, maman. He can only glean wild rumors from the cr

at the Town Hall. The royal family have taken refuge in the riding

ot question him again, he left the

Laurent had gone, there were no other men that she could count on at all. She had a brother who was an invalid and some cousins who were preparing to fight with the Royalists but they were not in Paris at the moment. The Comte de Soigné was away fighting. It seemed as though

you will not go out int

oke earnestly. "You must trust yourself to me, maman. I told you the girls should be sent at once to the country, and you see that I was right. Whatever happens at the Tuileries, it is only a question of time until

think, but he is from Provence and the Marseillais are from Provence. They are proving themselves to

at the far door swayed back

de Soigné is here to

ard her. Rosanne stood near the door and made a curtsy as his mother entered. Lisle waited until Henri had left the hall and then went through the marble

ne I can trust. There is not one of our servant

ed away and went inside to the great drawing-room. His mother and Madame de Soigné were sitting on a velvet chaise longue at one end of the room and talking earnestly. Long mirrors reached to the ceiling on each side of the room. T

Paris at once, they told him. She had just had word that her husband, who was with the Royalists, had been wounded and she could not stay away from hi

e coldly; but when the comtesse answered, with tears in her eyes, that she had not dreamed of all that twenty-four hours wo

d went out through the great entrance door, closing it after him. He ran quickly down the marble steps, and,

ad ridden to the hounds, when he had run at top speed across the fields at Les Vignes, but to-day it was as though he had never really known emotion. The thunder of the cannonading at the Tuileries pounded through the great avenue. As he came nearer a black sea of people loomed before him. The deafening roar of the

dows of shops, others shouting from the roof tops, he was able to make his way for some rods. No one no

e coach, a prosperous spinner, who had drunk deeply of Rhenish wine, was the noisiest of them all.

ee the show, m

. He jumped up on to the coach and stood there with the spinner and his f

t square beyond. Their scarlet caps gleamed in the relentless August sunshine. They held on to the sides of the cart, screaming, "Vive la nation!"

of smoke drifted with the sudden, freakish changing of the wind, and through it all the battle cry of "Death

rd passed from lip to lip, and then the cry of "Vi

en way! The Swiss c

t caught his heart. The gallant Swiss guard who had fought, like the brave fellows

s Princes! Hurrah for the Faubourg de Gloire!" Agai

of the palac

in the square and they flashed like scarl

Saint-Marceau have taken

Tuileries was in the

unthinking narrowness. His king and queen were in hiding in the back confines of the Tuileries. The great palace itself was given over to the people who had taken it with bayonet and gun. The roar of the cannons and of the thousands of voices mean

ve King

ing. His captor turned a corner swiftly, and then another, and puffing and gasping for breath, he finally pushed Lisle under a gabled doorway where they could not be seen from the street. Lisle

off me. You are

panion was so blown that he could only puff and pant. He loo

e," he said, as though to himself. Still holding Lisle firmly by the arm, he turned an

e shadow. His hold was gentle but firm. "Tha hast a rare bright face. I'd not thought tha'd sell tha life so easy the

gry that he could scarcely speak. After a moment he called out aga

he cry, for the side street was deserted

t day that France has ever known. Mark me, lad, this is a day of brave deeds and clean fighting. Days will come so black that the country will never lose its shame o' the

u say the Marseillais fought bravely. Well, the Swiss guards fought better! Even our servant, Henri, who is from Provence, s

hrey

calls it, to save tha life!" he said, and, meeting

ve you, Humphrey Trail, and I tha

ook Lisle's

in' it that once. Tha speaks English as well and maybe

. "You come from England-from

d farmin'. I wanted to see a bit o' life, and I am seein' it and likely to see more." Humphrey laughed as he spoke and Lisle laughed, too. All anger toward his rescuer

caught hold of

ors for a spell o' days till things settle a b

. I cannot promise you to stay within doors but, though I shall always shout for my king, I will not

y to th

the narrow street and he muttered to h

ack a step or two, paused again, and then went straight on without looking bac

ack of his neck with a flaring black bow. Humphrey's heart almost failed him as he watched Lisle. It was well indeed for the boy that this tenth of August was not a day for any one person. It was a day of great issues and the time had not yet come for individuals! It was a day of wild excitement, of gallantry and courage! Humphrey Trail had spoken rightly when he had said that it would be the bravest and the best day of all. Those who guarded the Royal family in the Tuiler

acrée de l

pulled a silk rope at the side of the grilled iron door. He heard the bell clang through the gre

your mother, is beside

le he turned and walked rapidly away. He knew whe

by his mother, who caught him by both shoul

bble, you who are only a child." She ca

lf, without any help from the family." Lisle smiled at his mother. "I have made a f