atauk's last victory.

Justice Chaussepied, who had formerly liked soldiers so much, and
esteemed their justice so highly, being now enraged with the
military judges, quashed their judgments as a monkey cracks nuts.
He rehabilitated Pyrot a second time; he would, if necessary, have
rehabilitated him five hundred times.

Furious at having been cowards and at having allowed themselves to be
deceived and made game of, the Republicans turned against the monks
and clergy. The deputies passed laws of expulsion, separation, and
spoliation against them. What Father Cornemuse had foreseen took place.
That good monk was driven from the Wood of Conils. Treasury officers
confiscated his retorts and his stills, and the liquidators divided
amongst them his bottles of St. Oberosian liqueur. The pious distiller
lost the annual income of three million five hundred thousand francs
that his products procured for him. Father Agaric went into exile,
abandoning his school into the hands of laymen, who soon allowed it to
fall into decay. Separated from its foster-mother, the State, the Church
of Penguinia withered like a plucked flower.

The victorious defenders of the innocent man now abused each other and
overwhelmed each other reciprocally with insults and calumnies. The
vehement Kerdanic hurled himself upon Phoenix as if ready to devour
him. The wealthy Jews and the seven hundred Pyrotists turned away with
disdain from the socialist comrades whose aid they had humbly implored
in the past.

"We know you no longer," said they. "To the devil with you and your
social justice. Social justice is the defence of property."

Having been elected a Deputy and chosen to be the leader of the new
majority, comrade Larrivee was appointed by the Chamber and public
opinion to the Premiership. He showed himself an energetic defender
of the military tribunals that had condemned Pyrot. When his former
socialist comrades claimed a little more justice and liberty for the
employes of the State as well as for manual workers, he opposed their
proposals in an eloquent speech.

"Liberty," said he, "is not licence. Between order and disorder my
choice is made: revolution is impotence. Progress has no more formidable
enemy than violence. Gentlemen, those who, as I am, are anxious for
reform, ought to apply themselves before everything else to cure this
agitation which enfeebles government just as fever exhausts those who
are ill. It is time to reassure honest