Part 78 (2/2)
”Long live the Republic! To the barricades!”
CHAPTER II.
ORLEANS ON THE THRONE.
Four days later, namely, the 31st of July, Marik Lebrenn lay on his bed, sorely wounded. Bravely defending, with his father, his friends, and a little army of workingmen of St. Denis Street, on the 28th, the barricade raised by them the preceding day a few steps from the Lebrenn domicile, he had his arm broken by a ball. The wound, grave in itself, was further complicated by an attack of lockjaw, induced by the stifling heat of those summer days. Thanks to the care of Doctor Delaberge, one of his father's political friends and one of the heroes of July, Marik had come safely through the lockjaw, in spite of its usual deadliness.
But for the three days he had remained a prey to a violent delirium; his reason had now returned to him hardly an hour ago.
Beside his cot was seated his mother; his wife, bent over the bed, held her infant in her arms.
”How sweet it is to return to life between a mother and a darling wife, to embrace one's child, and moreover to feel that one has done his duty as a patriot,” murmured Marik feebly, but happily. ”But where is father?”
”Father is unwounded. He went out, an hour ago, to be present at a final meeting with Monsieur G.o.defroy Cavaignac, the valiant democrat,”
answered his mother.
”And our friends, Martin, Duresnel, and General Oliver?”
”You will see them all soon. Neither the General nor Monsieur Martin was wounded. Duresnel was grazed slightly by a bayonet.”
”And Castillon? And d.u.c.h.emin?”
Madam Lebrenn exchanged a look of intelligence with her daughter-in-law, who had gone to put her child in his cradle, and answered, ”We have as yet no news of those brave champions, Castillon and d.u.c.h.emin.”
”Then they must be badly hurt,” exclaimed Marik, anxiously. ”Castillon would not have gone without coming to see me, for it was he who picked me up when I fell, on the barricade.”
”Our friends are probably in some hospital,” suggested his wife, soothingly. ”But please, do not alarm yourself so; you are still very weak, and strong excitement might be bad for you. We can only tell you that your father is unscathed, and the insurrection victorious.”
”Victory rests with the people! It is well; and yet, what will it profit them?”
John Lebrenn and General Oliver now entered the sick-room. Madam Lebrenn rose and said to her husband, with all a mother's joy: ”Our son has come entirely to himself, as the consequence of the long sleep which already rea.s.sured us. About half an hour after you left he awoke with his head perfectly clear. Our last anxieties may now be set aside; the convalescence begins well.”
Lebrenn walked quickly over to the bed, looked at Marik a moment, and then embraced him tenderly, saying: ”Here you are, out of danger, my dear son. Ah, what a weight was on my heart! The joy I feel consoles me for our deception--”
”My friend, I beg you--” interposed Madam Lebrenn. ”The physician bade me s.h.i.+eld our dear patient from all emotion.”
”Perhaps it would, indeed, be better to leave Marik in ignorance of the result of our victory; but now it is impossible longer to hide from him the truth.”
”You may tell me everything, dear father. Disillusionment is no doubt cruel, but we have already reckoned with that possibility in our forecasts. Whatever the government may be which succeeds that of Charles X, it will still be an improvement over the abhorred regime of the Bourbons.”
”Well, then, my son, here is our disappointment: The Republic has been crowded out by the intriguers of the bourgeoisie, and the Duke of Orleans has been acclaimed Lieutenant-General of the kingdom. In a few days the deputies will offer him the crown.”
”Our friends then let their guns cool after their success? And did not Lafayette intervene in this matter of kings.h.i.+p?”
”Here,” replied John, ”is how the comedy was played. Seeing the triumphant progress of the insurrection, and recognizing that Charles was as good as gone, his friends flocked over to the Orleanists. The Chamber of Deputies met last evening in the Bourbon Palace, in solemn session. It was there that Lafitte, elected to the chairmans.h.i.+p of the a.s.sembly, proposed outright to confer upon the Duke of Orleans the Lieutenant-Generals.h.i.+p of the realm. The majority applauded, and named a committee to go to the Chamber of Peers, also in session, and inform them of the decision of the deputies. The peers spared no enthusiasm in acclaiming the Lieutenant-Generals.h.i.+p of Orleans, in order to safeguard their own places, their t.i.tles, and their pensions. One single voice protested against this act of turpitude, that of Chateaubriand. At the City Hall, meanwhile, a munic.i.p.al committee was in waiting there before the arrival of Lafayette. It was composed of Casimir Perier, General Lobau, and Messieurs Schonen, Audrey of Puyraveau, and Mauguin. These two last republicans and anti-Orleanists urged upon the committee to inst.i.tute a provisional government, but the majority would not hear of it, wis.h.i.+ng, on the contrary, like Casimir Perier, to treat with Charles X; or, like General Lobau, to turn over the office to Orleans. In fact, Messieurs Semonville and Sussy having presented themselves in the name of Charles X, who then proposed to abdicate in favor of the Duke of Bordeaux, Casimir Perier consented to listen to their overtures. But Audrey of Puyraveau cried out indignantly, 'If you do not break off your shameful negotiations, sir, I shall bring the people up here!' His language intimidated Perier, and the Bourbon go-betweens retired, followed by Mauguin's words, 'It is too late, gentlemen.'
”A deputation headed by the two Garnier-Page brothers was sent to General Lafayette to offer him the supreme command of the National Guards of the kingdom; which he accepted. From that moment it was a dictators.h.i.+p. The General went to the City Hall, amid the transports of the people; he could do anything; he was master, and could have carried the revolution to its logical conclusion! But, with the exception of Mauguin and Audrey of Puyraveau, the munic.i.p.al committee, in subordinating itself to Lafayette, contrived to frustrate any such intention on his part by at once flattering and frightening him, posing him in his own eyes as the supreme arbiter of the situation, and showing him the responsibility that was falling upon him and the calamities ready to loose themselves upon France if he did not attach himself to the Duke of Orleans; whom, they went on with much ado to show, was able, by an unhoped-for piece of good fortune, to restore order and liberty, while as to the Republic--that was anarchy, that was civil war, that was war with Europe! These words at once tickled Lafayette's vanity and disturbed his honest conscience. He saw before him a role of a certain degree of grandeur, that of sacrificing his personal convictions to the peace of the country.”
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