LOUIS DUVAL.

 Sickened with what he saw, and fainting for want of
 nourishment, as well as anxious for his mother and
 son, Henry Duval would gladly have escaped. But
 escape he could not. Presently money was thrust
 into his hand, and a flask of wine. Parched with
 thirst he gladly lifted the flask and drank. A long,
 deep draught it was, and then, like the rest of the
 crowd, he became frantic, and shouted for revenge.
 By morning light the work was completed, and
 while pausing, perhaps, to consult what madness
 should next be committed, the tramping of horses was
 heard. "The soldiers are coming at last," shouted
 Jerome, who through the night had been one of the
 most active of the leaders; "the soldiers are coming.
 Stand firm, men."
 He was answered with a loud cheer, and the troop
 which a minute afterwards drew up in front of them
 was greeted with shouts of defiance.
 The mob was ordered by the officers instantly to
disperse.
 "Down with them shouted Jerome; and obedient
to this word of command, the rioters assailed the
soldiers with bricks and stones from the ruined
building.
 At length the word was given to the soldiers to
fire, and fearful destruction followed; for when the
rioters dispersed, they left behind two hundred dead
bodies and three hundred wounded. Among the
former was Jerome, and among the wounded was
Henry Duval.