White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-06-23
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81 have not brought her."
"Not brought her ? But you promised
mo that she should return with you"
$50 did, royal lady. but have fail
"Failed!" cried the queen, with the
utmost bitterness. "Oh / it should have
been a woman to do the work. Now,
what could fail you? How could poor
weak girl slip through your fingers ?'
at was by an Intervention which
could not overcome" returned Malgrida,
wincing some before the queens naughty
look of scorn.
can intervention when you had power
from me? Who lives that you would
listen to under such authority 2"
"Give DER your irony for a moment,
and listen." urged the Jesuit. "Have
you ever heard of one Simon Wendell ?''
mo"
Gle is sometimes, so I am told, called
the Butcher of Notre Dame"
cha is it he % uttered Catharine,
starting. eyes, l have heard of him.
He once had the temerity-. But go
on. What of him ?"
Catharine shuddered as she remembered
scene wherein the butcher had figured,
but she did not speak tho whole story.
at was he who tore the girl from me, I"
answered the Jesuit. ''I had Just taken
her, and should have brought her hither
without difficulty, but he rushed into the
room, and seized her. He was armed,
and | was not. lie is gigantic fellow,
besides"
Catharine gazed for a moment into the
face of the man before her, and then she
started across the room. Twice she paced
the marble floor, and then she seized a
cord which hung against the wall, and
pulled it violently. Shortly a richly
dressed page entered the apartment, and
bowed low before the Queen mother.
"Where is your master ?" asked Cath
arine.
"In the western chamber"
"Alone ?"
ono, royal lady. Coligny is with
him."
"Ha Go and whisper to Charles. Bid
him dismiss the old Hugucnot, and come
hithcr ?"
The page departed. and ere long after
wards, Charles of France entered. He
looked pale and care-worn, and his youth
full brow was already wrinkled and time
marked. Pleasure had done all it could
for him, and his courtiers tried in vain to
make new joys for him. Charles TX was
not meant for the place he now occupied.
He might have been a good and happy
man, had he been left to his own will from
childhood but his mother had seen to
his instruction anil, strange as it may
seem. she had selected for him the most
accomplished villains which her Catholic
court could afford. She selected for his
tutor and adviser, the Mareschal dc Retz,
who was more versed and accomplished
in every kind of vice, than any other man
of his time. The mother had done all
this that she might take the real power Of
government to herself, knowing that if
She could but get Charles resigned wholly
to pleasure, he would willingly leave the
sterner duties Of government with her.
And there the Young monarch stood,
with deceit and frankness, struggling for
mastery. in his face-a poor, weak man,
and very tool in the hands of Catholic
priests and Popish demons.
"What would You with me, mother %
asked the king, after he had recognized
the Jesuit.
"You know Adele St. Aulnay 90
81 have heard of her."
81 sent Malgrida to bring her to me,
and butcher of Notre Dame, one Simon
Wendell, resisted him, and rescued the
maiden from him.
"Ah-I have heard of this Simon
Wendell, Often" said Charles. "He is a
bold, stout man."
"And a dangerous man, toe" added
the Queen. "He must be seized, and
brought hither, and his head must come
off,"
"NTust it 81 unused Charles.
"Aye-it must"
"But he is one of the most popular
men about the lie. He is loved by all,
and he will be missed"
"Then, so much the more need of hav-
ing him out of the way"
"Waa and take him ,Oitk the rest %
-" You are crazy, my son. There are
many who must be picked OF before that
timer
Tho young monarch turned paler than
usual, and shuddered.
"Well, well," he said, ''let it be as you
wish" :,
"Then fill up an order for their arrest. "
"7Kcir arrest? 1 thought there was
only one" >,
THE butcher and Adele st. Aulnay."
"Ah-yes. But you must write IT out,
and 1 will sign it. My head aches, and
nv hand trembles.'
So the Queen mother sat down to a
small inlaid escritoire, and wrote the or
der. Charles took the pen to sign it, but
before he did so, he read it once -
"You have put in third name" he
said. looking up into his mothers face.
"Yes-Philip d. Artoy," she replied
with a calm look.
"But Philip was my friend de Is 2
noble hearted, generous man. Scratch
out his name.''
"No!" uttered Catharinc, bringing hel
foot upon the floor. ''The young Coun
is hereto of the most radical order
Let him be brought"