Rensselaer Republican, Volume 22, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 February 1890 — THE QUEEN WINS. [ARTICLE]

THE QUEEN WINS.

The bastille had not yet fallen. The thoughtless youth of the French aristocracy still danced through the saloons of the royal castles. Maurepas still reigned prime minister —that same ririend of humanity who made the compassionate decision concerning the people’s welfare: “Why build hospitals. Can not people die on the roads if they like?” This evening Maurepas had the honor of being permitted to lead the beautiful Marie Antoinette to the cardtable, but, complaining of a severe headache as they passed through the saloon, the good queen excused him from further attendance that the pain might not be increased. As he was hastening back through the antechamber to the dancing ball, where the king wSs taking his coffee, be perceived beneath the gobelin tapestry of theiamous Louvois. window a man in citizens’ dress, who regarded him expectantly and bowed low before him. “It is all right, DumoneL” whispered the asthmatic old man; "this evening his majesty will taste of it.” And he forthwith thrilled out one of his hundred madrigals, which, in truth, were tame enough, but which his flatterers found very witty. In the royal apartment he saw just then Louis XVI. take from a sugar basin two delicately broken lumps of sugar and sweeten his coffee with them. As the king took a mouthful of the coffee the ministerial friend of the people approached and asked respectfully: “How does your majesty find the coffee this evening?” *

“As usual, excellent.” “The best mocha is always upon your majesty’s table; but does the sugar sufficiently moderate the bitterness of the coffee?” Louis XYI. was sensitive to mockery and and irony even to timidity; therefore he said inquiringly: “What do you mean by that." Maurepas laughed. “Your majesty, permit me one question. How much, sire, do you think these two pieces of sugar cost?” The king looked uneasy. “Do you wish to test my mathematical ability?” Maurepas continued to laugh. “Well, then, I will answer your problem: Sugar costs the people about 80 sous a pound. If I reckon eighty pieces to the pound it makes a sou for each piece; but since to me as king everything is quadrupled, I have this evening consumed 8 sous’ worth of sugar.” “This sugar is the gift of one of your subjects, who counts himself happy that it is considered worthy of a place on your majesty’s table; therefore it costs you nothing, sire, but the giver values every piece at a full Louis d’or.” “You are beside yourself M. de Maurepas. Eighty Louis d’ or for a pound of sugar! At that rate I should be' compelled to sell Rambouillet to supply my brother with sugar for a year, for you know he takes a handful to every cup. But explain to me your jesL” “In a moment, your majesty.” And he took the sugar-basin and emptied the contents upon the marble table and counted the pieces. “Forty-three, with the ones used forty-five, worth 1,080 francs;'but look, your majesty, what dazzling whiteness and how light ritrbrgnd how sWeeL witfaout anjrbitter after-t ste.” said Louis, interrupting his babble, “is sugar ever bitter?” “And your majesty will never guess from what this sugar is made.” The king was not without some knowledge of chemistry, therefore he answered hesitatingly: “Naturally from the sugarcane.” “Pardon me. your majesty, it is beet-root sugar.” “Beet-root! What is beet-root?” The duchess of Chartreuse, who was listening, drew near and said: “Beets, sire, are little red leaves, of which my servants make salad.”

M. de Maurepas cut off her explanation with a malicious laugh. “Beets are edible roots, which people a 3 well as cattle find palatable, and now they h;ive been found to yield sugar.” Respect kept the brilliant company out of hearing distance, "and they watched eagerly the strange proceedings. All this examining, weighing, and counting of the sugar tossed up the court gossip among them like a bright soap-bubble. Who first whispered it: "The king has been poisoned by a cup of coffee?” “Heaven forbid! And we have drunk the same coffee!” “No, not the coffee—it was the sugar.” “Some one go tell the queen !” So whispered, murmured, and chattered the excluded circle. Marie Antoinette sat with the duchess of Polignac, her tenderly loved friend, at cards. "What ails you. Agatha?” asked she kindly, as the favorite sighed. Agniha de Polignac raised her roguish brown head and said, saucily. “Three millions, my, adored queen!” “Sigh not, my angel; I will beg Louis to grant them to you. We owe it to.tbe great families.” Tbe designing princess,, lifted the queen’s lace sleeve to her red lips, whispered gratefully, “Oh. that I might be permitted to die (or my beloved queen!” "Live for me. you dear child, and, my word for it. I will provide the 3,000,000. for which you will be willing to live” At this moment a courtier approached and broke to them the dreadful tidings: “His majesty has been poisoned by Mr dv-MBurepss with 'Hagan* 1 ""*•s*™" A moment later the queen, white to the very lips, stood beside ber husband. .. . **For heaven's sake, Louis!” cried

she in her distress, unmindful of all ceremony. “What is the matter, my queen asked Louis in the gentle way which he had never abandoned toward his beloved wife. “What brought you to me? You are very pale.” He seized a glass of ■ water, poured some of the newly discovered 9iigar In It, and handed her the glass.” “Drink. It is too warm in the saloon and the company is too exciting. This sugar water will refresh you.” . The queen cast a penetrating glance at Maurepas. who now fully understood what he had only half heard. With a quick movement he took the glass from the king's hand and drained it at a draught Red with auger the king demanded an explanation of this insolence, but Marie Antoinette offered the minister her hand aqd was about to explain to the king when suddenly the broad leaves of the great door flew open and the palaoe guard led in a man quite up to the feet of the king. Tne terrified appearance of the prisoner, his coarse coat, the brown waist-coat and pantaloons, the broad, clumsy shoes with leaden buckles, contrasted strangely with the gay silken attire, the gilded hangings, the laces and diamonds of the surroundings. “What does this mean?” asked the king astonished. “Permit me. your majesty, to bring this man before you, who understands how to make sugar out of vegetables. Dumoret is trying to ruin our colonies and make them -useless to us. This is the discoverer of beet sugar. “Discoverer? No, that honor does not belong to me,” exclaimed the Chemist DumoneL “It was a learned Maj. Serre, who, during the regency, deceived by the beautiful red color the beet gives out in cookiog, fancied he could make red wine out of it. Instead of the desired wine he found the bottom of his retort covered with fine sugar. At that time France was nch in colonies on the Mississippi, therefore no one paid any heed to the discovery. Ndr was it fully developed. I learned abroad in Prussia, new improvements, expended my small possessions to test it, atid I hope I have succeeded.” “It is not a poison, then?” cried Marie Antoinette, meaningly. The king for the first time understood what had preceded, and discovered also that the chemist was bound. At a sign the bond was cut and the guard left the room without DumoneL Meanwhile the queen bravely took a piece of sugar in her lovely mouth. That was a signal for the young courtiers to rush upon the before distrusted sugar, vieing with each other to exhibit their courage, their devotion through this harmless poison. “Gently, my ladies, my lords,” cried Maurepas, “every little piece of that sugar cost a golden louis.” “But the sugar is not one bit better than our ordinary sugar,” remonstrated the queen, “and it is only a curiosity leading to ruin.” Dumonet dropped bn one knee. 1 “Your majesty is in a measure correcL Experimenting in small way, at the same expense as a great trade, naturally makes this sample excessively dear; but if your majesty will advance me two millions for the development of larger facilities for manufacture I shall be able to furnish a pound of sug r for 10 sons instead of 4 francs.” The king recoiled in voluntarily, and Marie Antoinette grasped her famousnecklace, which had co3t two millions,, as if the plain man before her had been a robber. Her disapproving glance gave direction to the king’s answer. “Dr. Dumonet, I honor enterprise;accept this snuff-box as a recognitionof it. But two millions the state can not possibly lend you. That is too much money for the exhausted exchequer.” Dumonet received the gift respectJuily. "Sire, sooner or later my enterprise will find the money.” The whole shalloy, subservient swarm of courtierlings cried out an excited echo to the royal words: “Two millions for sugar! Two millions! The man should be in a mad-house! How can any one be so shameless? Just as if it were not all the same whether one pay 10 sous or 4 francs for a pound of sugar: And if any can’t pay it let him take his food unsweetened. What has the government to do with that?” And so Dumonet was dismissed. He had only need 1,000,000; the second was the price demanded by the minister for the introduction. This evening Maurepas composed the only good verse of his life, which, translated, runs somewhat thus: “Altho’ bis life to sweeten Is all bis royal care, Two million francs for sngar The king finds rather dear.”The furor which his wit created at the court consoled him somewhat for the lost 1,000,000, and wa* it not all the same whether at his death there should be a deficit of one paltry million more or less? He lefL In facL a round 10,000,000 in debts. It was a noble sum; nine would not have sounded so impressive. > Dumonet migrated to Belgium, where he found more appreciation, and lived, safe and respected, while the revolution storm swept over his unhappy fatherlaod. “Who laughs last,” etc. • * * * • * • "And my queen would have died with meT' asked Louis, as he accompanied her to their chamber that night* She wfw so beautiful, so dainty: In her wonderful eyes Beamed tiff reflection of loving tears. The nexl morning the king granted 3.500,00( out of the state coffers to the “unfortunate” duchess of Polignac.—From the French.