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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
credulous despair. The hour of Lesurques' arrival in Paris had been erased !
"On August fifth," the judge said solemnly, "the criminal Lesurques dies by the guillotine. ' '
Fate is fitful in her kindnesses, but it gave back to Lesurques his father's embrace and his daughter 's arms. As often as the jailer would let them, they sought him and tried to lighten his despair. Something would happen, they said, at the eleventh hour. Perhaps Chopard would confess.
Her eyes, bright with tears, gazed straight into, his, and Chopard lifted his sullen face.
1 ' Dubosc is the murderer, ' ' he said. "He has taken a room in the Plat d'Etain to see the execution in the public square."
Eagerly, the judge wrote down the confession, and Chopard signed it proudly. For the moment, his manhood was restored. They made all speed to Dubosc 's hiding-place.
Cringing and cowering, Lesurques was led forth. His honest face was
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THE GREAT MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE IS DISCOVERED TOO LATE
It was on the morning of the day of execution, in the presence of the judge himself, that they made their last appeal to that sullen prisoner. Didier browbeat him, struck him, cursed him. The old man, Lesurques, implored him in vain. Aimee stood before him in her drooping beauty, and uttered her last appeal.
"If you ever loved, if you remember the faith and honor which were yours as a youth, if you have a single regret for your life that might have been, spare me this awful agony!"
covered with tears, like those of a frightened and misunderstood child. The priest held the crucifix up before him, as they slowly led him toward the tumbril. For a brief uncomprehending instant, Lesurques' eyes rested upon the sacred symbol. Then a transformation took place. With that supreme courage of the Frenchman, which was making Bonaparte's armies a menace to the rest of Europe, Lesurques drew himself proudly erect. He walked to the tumbril with a steady step.