The Whites and the Blues
guillotine, established a tribunal, tried, judged, and executed. In the midst of this bloody orgy he brought the paper money up to par, money that had hitherto been worth only eighty-five per cent. He also, by his own un aided efforts, procured more grain for the army, which was in need of almost everything, than all the other commission ers in the district put together. And finally, from the 5th of November to the llth of December, he had sent at least thirty-one persons to their death in Strasbourg, Mutzig, Barr, Obernai, Epfig, and Schlestadt.
    Although our young friend was ignorant of most of these things, and especially of the latter, it was not with out a feeling of genuine terror that he found himself in the presence of the formidable pro-consul. But, reflecting that he, unlike the others, had a protector in the man by whom so many were menaced, he soon regained his composure, and after seeking how best to open the conversation, he thought he had found a way in the oysters that Schneider was eating.
    "Kara concha in terra," he said, in Ms clear, flute-like voice, smiling as he spoke.

    Euloge turned his head. "Do you mean to insinuate that I am an aristocrat, baby?" he asked.
    "I do not mean to say anything at all, citizen Schneider; but I know you are a scholar, and I wanted to attract your attention to a poor little boy like me, and I thought to do it by quoting a language that is familiar to you, and a saying from an author whom you like."
    "Faith, that is well said I"
    "Eecommended to Euloge much more than to the citizen Schneider, I ought to speak as well as possible in order to be worthy of the recommendation.''
    "And who recommended you?" asked Euloge, wheeling his chair so as to face the boy.
    "My father. Here is his letter."
    Euloge took the letter and recognized the handwriting.
    '' Ah, ha! an old friend.'' He read it from one end to the other; then he said, "Your father certainly writes the purest Latin of any one living." Then, holding out his hand to the boy, he asked, "Will you breakfast with me?"
    Charles glanced at the table, and his face probably be trayed his lack of appreciation of a fare at once so luxuri ous and so frugal.
    "No, I understand," laughed Schneider; "a young stomach like yours needs something more solid than an chovies and olives. Come to dinner; I dine to-day infor mally with three friends. If your father were here he would make the fourth, and you shall take his place. Will you have a glass of beer to drink your father's health?"
    "OhI with pleasure," cried the boy, taking the glass and clinking it against that of the scholar. But as it was an enormous one, he could only drink half.
    "Well?" asked Schneider.'
    "We can drink the rest a little later to the welfare of the Eepublic," answered the boy; "but the glass is too big for me to empty at a single draught.''
    Schneider looked at him with something akin to tender ness. "Faith! he is very nice," he observed. Then, as the

    old servant brought in the French and German papers at that moment, he asked: "Do you know German?"
    "Not a word."
    "Very well; then I will teach you."
    "With the Greek?"
    "With the Greek. So you are ambitious to learn Greek?"
    " It is my only wish.''
    *' We will try to satisfy it. Here is the ' Moniteur Fran-gais'; read it while I look over the 'Vienna Gazette.''
    There was a moment's silence as they both began to read.
    "Oh, oh!" said Euloge, as he read. " 'At this hour Strasbourg will have been taken, and our victorious troops are probably on the march to Paris.' They are reckoning without Pichegru, Saint-Just, and myself."
    " 'We are masters of the advanced works of Toulon,' " said Charles, also reading; " 'and before three or four days will have passed we shall be masters of the entire town, and the Republic will be avenged.' '
    "What is the date of your 'Moniteur' ?" asked Euloge.
    "The 8th," replied the child.
    "Does it say anything else?"
    " 'In the session of the 6th, Robespierre read a reply to the
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