through and closed it behind me. My hunters had not yet turned the corner, but I could hear their cries and with regained strength, I ascended a flight of stairs and entered an apartment, when a scream of surprise arrested my progress. A young girl stood before me with uplifted hands and astonishment painted upon every feature.
"'"Holy Mother! What would you have, monsieur?"
"'"I am pursued by the canaille, mademoiselle, and entered here to recruit my strength. I will die like a man."
"'"You are a royalist?"
"'"Yes."
"'I turned to the door, when she eyed me closely for some moments, and then opening a closet in the wall, pointed to its interior, without speaking. I saw at once that she wished to save me, and after raising her hands to my lips in mute expression of my gratitude, I entered the closet, and heard her turn the key in the lock. Almost at the same moment, loud shouts arose from the street and heavy footsteps were heard ascending the stairs.
"'"Whose house is this?" demanded a gruff voice, as its owner apparently entered the room, in company with others.
"'"Citizen Foliere's," answered my protectress, in sweet, calm tones.
"'"Which side?"
"'"Vive la Republique."