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seem too pointed TO urge the matter far
ther, so with bow to all, hc arose and
left the chamber.
Retiring to bis cabinet. he ordered that
Father Ignacio he summoned, pacing tho
room, meanwhile, his mind filed with
mingled emotions Of anger and sensuality.
A page announced the friar, and with
drew.
Now, priest, your plans-quick, am
in no mood for ceremonious speeches.
Come to the point, Adrienne-'
May be yours, sire, if you but sign
these papers, drawing from his robe sun
dry documents.
'So,' said the king, 'orders to the chief
magistrates, the colonel of our guard, the
chief of the Sorbernier; well, there are
blank. Think you | give 'cartes blanc
to every one who may tIol for the nonce !?
Gou are presumptuous, sirrah.'
! But lacked time, my liege, to fill
them ont; the details are not yet complete.
This night week will be the eve OF the
feast of our Holy st. Bartholomew, as
the midnight hour strikes. Frcm Notre
Dame the signal will be given that ends at
once hereSy, and gives you Adrienne.'
\ 'Tis well; l sign. But on your life,
see that no harm befal the girl; fore Heav-
en-, my blood, since ! have seen her, has
turned from its sluggish course, and runs
through my veins like rivers of flame,
nothing but her own sweet self will cool
it,
Trust me, sire to do you bidding said
the monk, as, with a low obeisance he
withdrew.
Let us now turn to more pleasant
scene. In the garden of De Lorme's house
were to persons, seated on rustic bench,
hand in hand-Adriennc and Remont.
Il have your fathers consent, lady bird,
nay, more, he rather urges speed; and,
what think you this night week for oul
marriage, comes it too soon?'
} She looked up as she spoke, with a
pure and trusting glance that told her tale
better than words.
Dear Armand, the time is short and
maiden modcsty should teach me to think
: it; but | do not, for with thee, in our qli
, ct chateau, shall feel safe, and my father
will leave this turbulent, wicked Paris, te
, Join us. Oh, how sweet again to breathe
the pure, free air of Normandy, our vassals
too, how will they rejoice, for we have
t been long absent, and Jeannette, my dea
old nurse, | left her girl, and return Will
husband, how proud she'll be Of thee
: her new lord
Dearest, with thee, a desert would b
0 Elysium. Oh, fate kind for once thanl
e thee, that troublous times have at least ia
: vored me, and saved, l fear, long years o
S wooinG.'
Still billing and cooing,' said voice
They rose hastily, and behell De Lormt
Come children, get thee in; the nigh
n air is chill, and my lilly must not h
blightal ere she is transplanted from m
10 care
Ever the same kind guardian, sal i til
? maiden.
'But kinder still to have relaxed IN
y care for tie nonce; hey, Sieur Rcmont
n Well, thou wilt have her all to thy yself ell
n long, but now she's still my own
Gaily conversing, they passed into II
Y house, and the sound Of harp, touchc
lie by skilIful hand, was soon heard.
y The week passed b., busily and secre
A, ly had Catharine and lgnacio been worl
ut ing, and all was arranged.
The eve of st. Bartholomew arrived.
v In chamber of DeLorme's house, we
S gathered few friends to witness the ma
Sc riage ceremony the bride and groo
OF were before the minister, when loud erie
re the sounl of the tocsin, and viole
ringing at the gate bell. summoned all
ht haste from the room. AS the eide
he rushed out, side door opened, and
d, number of men enveloped in cloaks, c
OF tered, with Father Iguacio at their heaG
throwing a mantle over the astoHish
,r, girl, they hurried her from the room G
1t she could cry out.
e. In the streets the scene was fearful
whole city was alive. Men, women al
in children were flying for their lives. pit
ly sued by armed soldiery, and ever al
he anon, shot might be heard, followed
the dying shrek of some victim.
o. In the windows of certain houses bur
ate ed lamps, and on their doors a VIII
cross appeared, denoting the inhabital
va were Catholic, and must be spared.
or As Adrienne was being forced into
lie. carriage, bearing the emblems of Royalt
ey woman, with an infant in her arms, cl
be in her night robes, fell at the feet of t
priest, beseeehing mercy. AS we'll mig
IRE she have asked the vulture to leave
, prsy-hs turned away with cold sn'
,al upon his lips, and drunken soldier w
mt followed, came up, and with one blow
he his halberd, stretched her bleeding on
a. ground then seizing the child, he dash
his out its brains on the curbstone, shoutin
"Death to the HuguenotS p
he Our heroine, already haif-paralyzed vi
ost fear, at this horrid sight, swooned. S
10. was forced into the carriage-the wi
dows were drawn up, and away it sped
,ot wards the Royal Palace. She was ta k
th- cut borne to the chambers Of the Xii
where were assembled Catharine de Me,
q q els, Charles, and one or two attendal
his with loaded guns. "Water,' cried
- priest, as he laid her upon couch, "
emit have been too rough with her--she
re tainted"
to Under the care of the attendants {
soon recovered. In the meantime Char
old was looking out of the window into
eat courtyard. 1t was@a horrible scene
lid, Large fires we're burning, making
t of spacious yard as light as day. Arm