White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-08-04

"Yes-yes-to be sure do, and that
is just nothing at all. On my soul, ]
haven't heard word and I've told you
so hundred times"
30 she had, for nearly as many times
had Adele asked that same question, and
always with the same result. Perhaps
the old woman spoke the truth, and if she
did, then she was a good hand with Sc
cret. But the maiden was not to remain
much longer in ignorance. That night
she slept as housekeeping and waking
by DEMONSTRATING out of frightful dreams,
and seeing dim mind-spectres lowering
about her bed.
On the following morning she arose
more sad than usual, for her dreams had
not only been terrible, but they had been
most palpable and life-like, even living
before her after she had opened her eyes
upon actual things about her. She had
eaten her mornings meal, and taken her
seat at the window, from whence she
could see the roofs of many houses, and
here and there tree struggling up through
the mass Of masonry; and not far distant,
by straining the vision, she could see the
extreme walls of the Louvre. Thus she
sat, when the key was turned in the door
of her room, and when it opened, the
Jesuit, Malgrida, entered. She shudder
ed when she saw him, and she shrapk
away as far as possible when he approach
ed her. But he did not look as she had
seen him look before. His dress was not
of the mendicant garb now, bnt after the
fashion of the courtier, and his hair was
more carefully arranged, and his face
both shaver and washed. This was an
other of the Jesuit's guises, but it did not
hide the devil-the ieHd yet looked out
from his greenish grey eyes, and from ev-
cry lineament of his countenance.
ga happy morning to thee, fair maid
en-" he said, as he drew up a chair and
seated himself near her.
But Adele made no reply. She only
shuddered. and covered her face with her
hands. There was fash of anger in the
Jesuit's face, but it quickly passed away.
"Can you not speak to me % he con-
tinued. "Can you not even respond to
my we'll wishes for you %
"Well wishes for me ?" itcrated the
poor girl. looking up into the mans
smooth, oily face.
"Aye, maiden. for such in truth they
are"
Then, 1 would ask how they are
shown 2"
"In my sincere desire for your welfare"
the Jesuit returned, laying his hand upon
his heart, and gazing into the girls face
with strange CLEAN of earnestness.
"And do you show your desire by thus
presenting me ?"
alt is thus that one-half the world mis-
understands the kindness that is meant
for it. Even the inscrutible ways of God
are set down by some as but evil purpo-
ses and effects, when in truth all is meant
in kindness and love. If have kept
you here, it was for your own good. You
know not how much you owe to me-"
"And think | never shall"
"Ah, you think most falsely. Let me
tell thee, Adele st. Aulnay, that but for
me you would never have lived to pass
the bounds of infancy. 1t was who took
you from your dying mother, and"
"Stop, stop, false man." interrupted
Adele. 81 have learned different story
from that. My uncle was the man who
did this. 1t was he who protected my
infancy"
"Ha, ha, ha," laughed the Jesuit, $50
you believe that story. know to whom
YOU allude. You mean an old Benedic.
tine monk, called Aymar but let me as
sure you that he is no uncle OF thine
You have no such relative living. Aymar
did get You into his possession after you
had grown to be quite child, but he took
You without authority. 1t was to me that
your mother gave you, and it was who
promised to protect You. When you
were about three years old, / was called
suddenly to Rome, and before l left gave
you in charge to female Of my acquain-
lance, and from her you were stolen by
an old Benedictine monk, who called
himself Aymar. But this monk is base
impostor, and you may thank the kind
fate that has lowered over you, that you
have escaped him."
Adele gazed inquisitively, searchlHgIy
into the Jesuit's face, but she could learn
nothing from his gaze, for that counten-
ance had not changed q muscle. 1t was
simply face of steel, upon which moth
ing but a strong passion could make ell
impression. She remembered that there
was something strange about the Bene-
dictine, and she remembered, too, how
both she and Philip had been moved by
his appearance. but yet it was hard for
her to believe him . villain. She called
Aymar's countenance up to her mind, and
she remembered how pleasant it was
how mild and frank. But then she re-
membered his eyes-those great black
orbs that had beamed upon her so strange
", and she shuddered to think that NAL
grida's words might be true.
"Have You seen Aymar lately z! sne
at length asked"
sNo, but 1 know he is at the present
time not far from the city. But let him
pass. He is nothing to me, and L am
sure he can be nothing to You. You VIII
be brought in contact with him no more;
There was something peculiar IN the
tone in which the last sentence was spoken
and Adele started again as it fell upon
her ear.
! "How know you that ?" she asked