White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-07-07

and this page was a Spaniard, whose
father had squandered all bis estate, and
then turned his son off to wait upon the
French monarch. That page was right
fully the Marquis Of Ndlgrida, and his
name was Juan Tornado. That must be
it."
at is /! it is p quickly cried Adele.
"Oh, now | know why the name of NAL
grida startled me so. remember when
l was at the convent in Clermont, he
came there and tried to steal me away |
remember now and when the Butcher of
Notre Dame told me that the Jesuit's
name was really Juan Tornado, / thought
it very strange. But see it now.
"Did he try to steal You away from
Clermont ?" asked the monk, considera-
bly, startled.
"He did,"
"But you told me not of it when l
went and took you away"
Because | had well nigh forgotten it,
but when l heard the name, remember
ed it."
"And you know the Butcher of Notre
Dame, too" said Aymar, cycling the
maiden keenly.
"Oh, yes" she frankly replied. "He
has been very kind to me always. He
supplied Madame Roland with meat. and
he often stopped to chat with me. He is
a good man, and Christian"
Not Christian, Adele. l think ST.
mon Wendell is a hereto"
The maiden started at these words, for
they were spoken with much meaning.
Perhaps" the monk added, as he no
ticed the effect of his words. "you have
turned from the true church."
Adele did not answer
"Are you a Huguenot 90
81 am Protestant" tremblingly re-
piled the fair girl.
els it possible % uttered Aymar, cross
ing himself devoutly.
at is" returned Adele, gaining cour-
age, now that the truth was out.
"But what induced you to ALLURE your
true religion ?"
II have the true religion. now. father"
she replied, firmly.
But why did you throw off your
Catholic faith ?"
because it was"
"Speak plainly, my child, for you need
fear nothing from me-"
Then l abjured Catholicism because
its whole character, both internally and
externally, is chilling to my soul. 1t is
but system of extortion and crime
Blood marks its track, and the wall Of
widows and orphans is the music that
arises about its affairs. In every phase it
is Infamous, and in every point it is
vulnerable. Its highest behests are MUIR
der and robbery. and its hottest aspira-
lions are sel6shness and deceit. It's
churches are but the home of base in
triguers, and its very converts are the
hot-be of lust and debauchery. Its |
priests are but wolves who feed upon the
blood, the gold, and the virtue of the ig
norant and poor deceived. speak not
of what have heard, but OF what l have
seen, and know how strictly true is ev-
cry word say. Oh l would rather die
than be forced to live in the darkness and
despair of the Roman Catholic religion !"
Adele St. Aulnay spoke earnestly, and
with zeal, and when she had concluded,
the monk shook his head with dubious |
expression.
"You are severe" he said.
"Perhaps l am but the truth will
bear me out"
at is well that you have spoken this
to me. Had it been spoken to another,
it might have cost you your life"
AYE" uttered the maiden, quickly,
and with sparkling eyes, 81 know it
would, and that but proves the truth Of
what l have said. Catholicism would
even murder o poor, defenceless girl. for
speaking her honest opinion"
The monk gazed again into Adele's
face with one of those looks that made
her start. He would have spoken, but at
this moment Philip came out from the
house, and as the dew was beginning to
fall heavily, Adele went into the dwelling.
As soon as the maiden had gone, the
Benedictine had entered into conversation
with the Count. He evinced deep, and
well-stored mind, and his conversation
would have been interesting could the
young man have Invested himself of
vague fear which had taken possession OF
him. He was moved by the monks ap-
pearance, nearly the same as Adele had
been. He could not remain composed
beneath the strange cleaning of those
arge. dark eyes, nor could he hear the
mystic tones of the voice without starting.
After awhile, Philip made up his mind
hat he had seen the monk at some former
lime. and under different circumstances;
but with all his power of memory, he /
could not tell when nor where. He would
low gaze up into that wrinkled face. and {
hen listen to the deep voice. and then
would he strive to drag up from the MEM ,
,ries of the past. some scene wherein he
,ad seen and heard the same before. but
,e could not do it. 1t was hidden from {
nina dark and mystic thing.
At length the hoar grew late, and the
monk asked for bundle Of straw upon I
which to repose his weary limbs. Pierre {
r,afont conducted him to chamber, and
ave him bed, and the old devotee did '
lot refuse it.
On the following morning, the monk
lie hearty breakfast, and then signi6ed I
lis intention of starting for the city. He g