White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-07-21
VOLUME III.--NUMBER &C.


ready been subjected, had worn upon hi:
Frame and but for one thing, he would
have hailed death as an angel of mercy
That one thought was Of Adele st. Aul.
nay. He could not make up his mind tc
see her no more on earth. The thought
was agonizing to his soul, and he tried to
hope that fortune would be kind. But
he knew that he was hoping against hope.
Already could he feel that his cheeks were
sunken-he could see that his hands were
growing thin, and his limbs were becom-
ing weak and emaciated. The twelfth
day was drawing to close, and Philip
had thrown himself upon the hard pallet.
He had been lying thus for some min
utes, when he heard footsteps outside his
door. At first, he wondered if he had
slept the night away without knowing it.
for the man who brought his food, always
came in the morning. But he felt sure
that it was yet evening. and he wondered
who had come. Thus he was bordering.
when the bolts of his door were showed
back, and in moment more, two men
entered his cell. They were tall, stout
men, and robed in black, and Philip could
see that blood-red cross upon their breasts
One Of them carried lantern in his hand,
and the other carried book.
"Philip d. Artoy," said he who carried
the book, speaking in tone that sound
ell like the voice of the tomb, "yeu are
summoned to appear before the Holy
Tribunal of the InquisitIon, there to an
swer to questions touching deadly, damn
ing sins"
"Sins !" itcratcd Philip. "No, no.
have been guilty of no SINS"
"Then, so may it appear in proof"
"But who is my accuser %
eff you are guilty, God accuses you.
Come, follow me-"
"But one question"
mot here. Follow me.'
Philip knew that he might speak no
more and with slow, trembling steps, he
followed the dark robed men from the
cell, and when they reached the passage
beyond, he with the lantern, went ahead,
while the others went behind him. In
this manner he was conducted along the
narrow passage, until he came to flight
of stairs, and up these the leader took his
way. Beyond here, the way was wind
ing and dubious. but all dark as the grave,
save the fitful CLEANS that came from the
lantern. After traversing many passages,
another flight of stairs was assembled, and
soon afterwards the guide stopped before
a heavy curtain of black cloth, where he
pulled a small cord that depended from the
wall. The dull tinkle of bell was heard,
and in a moment afterwards, the curtain
moved aside, and another dark robed
man appeared.
"Who comes here ?" he asked.
1.-The Count Philip d. Artoy."
"He is waited for. Let him enter.
The great black curtain was moved
further aside, and our hero was led thro'
the doorway beyond. Here he beheld a
scene which made his blood curdle in his
veins. The room in which be now found
was large and high, and the walls
aad the ceiling were all draped in black
On one side was raised kind of throne,
upon which sat the chief inquisitor.-
Philip knew him by the dress, for he had
heard something of the costumes OF tie
terrible place. The robe was the same as
the Others he had seen, but the cap was
different, being broad and high, and sur
mounted by red cross. Upon the CHIEF
inauisitor's right hand sat two scribes,
also robed in black, and behind him, up
on either hand, stood some dozen tam!l-
lars, ready for any work that might be
wanted of them.
From these things, Philips eyes wan
dered off to the other side Of the room, and
a cold shudder ran through his frame, as
his gaze rested upon the various imple-
ments that there appeared. They were
the implements of torture-the device oil
Satan. and the chief articles Of the Cath
Ole religion, towards the conversion oil
heretics. Prominent among them stood
the terrible, CHASTITY, blood-stained rack
with its stout beams, its straps, and Its
pulleys, and its screws. all arranged Tor
work. There was the furnace where were
heated the irons with which the inearnate
Gends of the Inquisition burned the live
flesh of their victims and there, too
were the bloody. sharp-pointed spikes
with which good men had been nailed
and dying, to the rough cross
Of painted oak that stood against the
wall
We shall tell tale of the Holy 1nqui-
sitiou. Start not, reader, and doubt not
when Il is told I; for, as there is God IN
heaven. who looks upon the deeds OF men,
so is the story true and faithful Inc
worst shall not be told, for the blood cur
dies and refuses to DO its functions OF life
when the mind takes up the scene. Line
worst shall never be told, for mortal pen
may not paint the whole horror oil TINS
black chamber of damning crime.
Philip d. Artoy saw two men standing
near him. By the light of the great
black lamp which hung over the head OF
the inquisitor, he could see their faces.
Those faces were CHASTITY pale, and the
beard upon them was long and 0rls'lme
Their eyes were deep and sunken' ana ,
glared almost wildly in their pa,niI
light. There were features there w1lc5
Philip thought he knew. Surely ne naa
seen those countenanees before. and yer
he could not tell when nor where. one
of them-he who stood nearest to MN
was an old man his hair was WHITE anu
HI. sorr, was bant. His knees tremDieu