Part 67 (1/2)
Petion's countenance clouded, and his eyes rested on the physician with a sinister, searching expression.
”You have a great deal of sensibility, doctor, and you appear to forget that the boy is a criminal by birth, and that the republic can have no special sympathy with him.”
”For me,” answered Naudin, with simplicity, ”every sick person at whose bed I am called to stand, is a poor, pitiable Iranian being, and I never stop to think whether be is a criminal or not, but merely that he is a sufferer, and then I endeavor to discover the means to a.s.sist him. The hallowed and indivisible republic, however, is an altogether too magnanimous and exalted mother of all her children not to have pity on those who are reduced to idiocy, and in sore sickness. The republic is like the sun, which pours its beams even into the dungeon of the criminal, and s.h.i.+nes upon the just and unjust alike.”
”And what do you desire that the republic should do for the offspring of tyrants?” asked Petion, peevishly.
”I desire not much,” answered Naudin, with a smile. ”Let me be permitted to visit the sick child from time to time, and in his hopeless condition to procure him a little relief from his sufferings at least, and let him be treated like the child he is.
Let a little diversion be allowed him. If it is not possible or practicable for him to play with children of his age, let him at least have some playthings for his amus.e.m.e.nt.”
”Do you demand in earnest that the republic should condescend to provide playthings for her imprisoned criminals?” asked Petion, with a scornful laugh.
”You have commanded me to visit the sick boy in the Temple, to examine his condition, and to prescribe the necessary remedies for his recovery. I can offer no hope of recovery to the patient, but I can afford him some relief from his sufferings. Some of my medicines are called playthings! It lies with you to decide whether the republic will refuse these medicines to the sick one.”
”And you say that the little Capet is incurable?” asked Petion, eagerly.
”Incurable, citizen representative.”
”Well, then,” said Petion, with a cold smile, ”the republic can afford to provide the last of the Capets with toys. They have for centuries toyed fearlessly with the happiness of the people, and the last thing which the people of France give back to the tyrants is some toy with which they may amuse themselves on the way to eternity. Citizen doctor, your demands shall be complied with. The first place which shall become vacant shall be given to Citizen Simon, that he may be released from prison and enjoy his freedom.
The little Capet will be provided with playthings, and, besides, you are empowered to give him all needful remedies for his relief. It is your duty to care for the sick child until its death.”
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE HOBBY-HORSE.
In accordance with the instructions of Petion, playthings were procured and carried into the gloomy chamber of the prince on the very next day, and set by the side of the sick boy. But Mistress Simon labored in vain trying to amuse the little Louis with them.
The men danced, the wooden c.o.c.ks crowed, the dogs barked, and to all these sounds the child paid no heed; it did not once open its eyes, nor care in the least for the many-colored things which the officials had brought him.
”We must try something else,” said the compa.s.sionate officer. ”Do you know any plaything which would be likely to please little Louis Capet?”
”Give him a riding-horse,” cried Simon, with a coa.r.s.e laugh. ”I am convinced if the obstinate youngster should hear that there was a riding-horse outside, and that he might ride through Paris, he would be well on the spot and get up. It is pure deceit, his lying there so pale and without interest in any thing about him.”
”You are very cruel, citizen,” muttered the official, with a compa.s.sionate glance at the child.
”Cruel? Yes, I am cruel!” said Simon, grimly. ”But it is the cursed prison air that has made me so. If I stay here a week longer, Jeanne Marie will die, and I shall become crazy. The director of the hospital told us this, and you know, citizen, that he is the most clever doctor in all France. See if you would not be cruel if you had such an idea as that in your head!”
”Well, citizen, you have at least the satisfaction of knowing that it will not last long,” answered the officer, consolingly. ”The first vacancy is to be given to you.”
”Well, I hope it will come soon, then,” said Simon, with a sigh. ”I will take a vow to you. If, in a week, I shall be released from this place, and get a good situation, I will give little Capet a horse to remember me by. That is, not a horse on which he might ride out of prison, but a wooden one, on which he can ride in prison. Say, little Capet,” called Simon, stooping over the bed of the child, ”would you not like to have a nice wooden horse to play with?”
Over the pale lips of the boy played the faint tint of a smile, and he opened his eyes. ”Yes,” he said, softly” yes; I should like to have a wooden horse, and I should have a good time with it.”
”Come, citizen,” said Simon, solemnly, ”I take you to witness my vow. If I receive another place, I give a hobby-horse to little Capet. You grant me the privilege, citizen?”
”I allow you, Citizen Simon, and I will report the matter to the Public Welfare Committee, that it shall surprise no one by and by, and I am sure no one will gainsay you in your praiseworthy offer.
For it certainly is praiseworthy to prepare a pleasure for a sick child; and the great republic, which is the gracious mother of all Frenchmen, will pity the poor child, too. I wish you success, citizen, in the fulfilment of all your hopes, and trust that you will speedily be released from your trying imprisonment.”
And, in fact, this release did not have to be waited for long. A few days brought the accomplishment of Doctor Naudin's prophecy, and the official guard, who was then sick at the Hotel Dieu, died. The director of the hospital hastened to inform the authorities of this event, and on the same day Simon was appointed his successor. The same official who had brought the sick prince the playthings, came again to inform Simon, of his release, and was delighted at the stormy outbreak of rapturous joy with which the tidings were received.