Plymouth advertiser. [volume] (Plymouth, Ohio) 1853-1988, 1855-08-25
PLYMOUTH, O., SATURDAY MORNING, AUGUST 25 1855,

their way TO the eates, ohIy 10 hhl
speedy death. Among the slain was DE
Lorme. whose body lay in full sight of
the window. At this moment, young
man, bleeding from many wounds, with
sword in hand. attired in rich suit OF
white velvet, wa, seen cutting his way
through the crowd. The guards fell back
before his impetuous arm.
"Who is this brave boy said the
King. as with a motion Of lis hand, he
waved back the sOldiery, "l'll spare his
life for his galantry."
"Will you ?" said the priest, che is
Adriene's lover, and the boldeSt Of the
hereties !"
"Ha!" exclaimed the king iercely,
"bring the girl hither-up to the window
so that he may see her, quick :! and he
grasped an arquebus, cooked it, and
glanced hastily at the priming.
The priest obevcd. The terrified girl
was dragged to the window, the curtain
was torn from the window, and Adriene
was held up by the priest, SO that all
in the court yard must SEQ her.
fremont p cried the King.
The young man hearing his name pro
nounced, looked up. His eye caught
Adriene's. Fly, Armand fly : she
shrickcd, "save yourself ironl-
The priests hand fell heavily upon her
mouth. Remont heard her-he grasped
his sword with closer grip, and sprang
toward the entrance.
"Quick !" said the priest, still holding
the struggling girl. Charles rested his
piece upon the window sill. he ran his eye
along the glittering tube, and fired. Re
mont sprang into the air and fell upon the
pavement corpse. The bali had pierced
his brain.
Adriene looked once at the PROSTATE bo
dies of her father and lover, and drew bacl
from the window. There was no traces
of tears upon her livil cheeks-a mingled
expression of despair and suppressed rag
overspread her face. She turned TOWARD
the three assassins, the priest, Charles
and Catharine Catharine and Charlie:
quailed before her steady gaze. ''loI
| have slain my father, You have murdered
, Remont-fnish your hclliSh work: lie
: me bear them company.
+ The priest was the first to break silence
, -"Sire,'' said he to the king, Il hav'
0 brought you your prize; will you rclin
quish her p and he advanced towsrd her
G "No by heaven !" said Charles, an'
r stepping forward, he laid his hand upol
4 her shoulder. Adriens started as thougl
= an adder had stung her. A poniard huns
at his girdle--she seized it, and ere hi
e hand could interpose to avert the bloH
K it was buried in his bosom. "And you?
: she cried, as with another blow the gor
# weapon pierced the heart of the priest
land you !" and Catherine de Medici
). fell. "Remont Father | have avenge
}. your blood | come to join you Hol
1t Mother receive me p and the poniard dc
e scended. Dropping the snsanguined blad
Y she staggered to the window-one loo
she gave the cold corpses Of the murdere
le loved ones in the court yard, and with
prayer upon her lips she :. sank / back 4ea' 4
/. Ildll AL HOLl altcI tlic dttCHttaAis VI II
re King entered tie blood-stained apartmen
They took up the body of Adriene, b
lie the vital spark had fled. They hesitate
ID ere they touched the body Of Father Ign
cio-cven in death his eye retained Il
t. cold snaky glare--his face had still Il
< selfish, hyena-like expression. One mo
bold than the rest laid his hand upon Il
priest heart "Dead!' y said he, "ca
re the carcass into the courtyard Il
l. order was obeyetl, and the blood Of t
m willy churchman mingled with that Of h
IS, victims.
mt The wounds of Charles and Catharir
in though severe, were not fatal. They Ii
RS ed to see the triumph of the faith they
a vainly attempted to extinguish by II
n MASSACRE OF ST. BARTHOLOMEW EVE.
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