White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-08-18
WHITE CLOUD, KANSAS THURSDAY AUGUST IS, 1852
}WHOLE NUMBER, ia.

but the murder went on. The third day
came-and the fourth-and yet there wer,
PIotestants left alive, and the murderer
q were hot at their work pf'death. Now
i the streets were literally packed with dead
bodies, and an The cutters ran great streams
> of Mood Ike tCdter IN a freShet -
In the Churches, the Bishops aud
Priests were holding council, and receiv'
> ing the intelligence of the whereabouts o.
those Protestants who had not yet been
found; and thereupon they sent out par
j ties to find them and put them to death.
Malgrida, the Pope's Nuncio. on the
occasion, was wherever the most blood
was being spilled. He had recovered
from the blow he received from Aymar,
and the indignity was half forgotten in
the excitement Of the genial work he
found to perform. Removed from Church
to Church. and wherever he could find a
party of his Catholic butchers who were
resting from fatigue, he would start them
up and set them at work anew. He saw
that the work went on, and even some
Catholics shuddered at the utter cold
bloodedness Of that Jesuit Fiend Of st.
Bartholomew Massacre.
Suns rose and set eight times upon this
work Of death, and the whole soil Of
France was deluged with Protestant
blood. In nearly every town and hamlet
throughout the Kingdom the followers of
the Pope of Rome were at the work
= =
Eight days had passed. and yet the
party we left in the subterranean vault
were still there. Their food was nearly
gone-one more slight meal would use 1t
all-and the last drop of oil was in the
small lamp of Aymar's lantern. The old
Benedictine had been with them but little,
having been roaming about the palace to
see to other matters. Sometimes, when
he was gone, Simon Wendell would come
and keep them company, but he was not
with them much, for he Ind many others
to attend to in different parts of the pas
sage.
Aymar had just returned from one Of
his excursions, and was sitting by Philips
side.
"Can this bloody work last much Ion
ger ?" asked the young Count, shortly
after the Benedictine had seated himself
"No," returned the latter, cit surely
cannot. have just been up and looked
out upon the Quai de Louvre, and the
work is tagging. Not Protestant is to
be seen anywhere in the streets alive, and
the Catholics are evidently about tired
out. l looked out upon the river, and
the water is perfectly red, and thousands
of corpses are floating upon its waters"
"Then, where shall we go from here??"
asked Philip.
The Benedictine was upon the point Of
answering. when they were startled by the
approach of some one in the distance.
The men started to their feet, and in
few moments a man rushed into their
presence, bearing a lantern in his hand.
He was one of the boatmen whom the
Butcher of Notre Dame hid admitted to
the passage.
"What is it o. asked Aymar, as the
man stopped.
"Our retreat is discovered |" he gasped,
almost out of breath. ga body of men
have come in from the Rue Saint Honore,
and are now making this way. My COM
panions have all fed in the other direc-
ton, but came on to warn YOU"
But how gained they admission ?"
asked Philip.
81 do not know but l suppose they
must have been searching for some fugi-
tives and hit upon the secret door acct
dentally. But there is no time to lose.
They will be upon us soon"
"By heavens!' uttered the Benedictine,
instinctively looking about him, eff they
are coming this way, then we can only |
flee towards the palace. But we may find
means of concealment there. Come on
come, we will make the trial. Be not
afraid, gentle lady, for your life shall not
be taken. / am sure can save you"
At that moment the tramp Of feet was
heard, and the party of fugitives started
quickly on. Aymar would have extin-
guished his light, but in such utter dark
ness as they would have been left without |
it, it would have been impossible to move
along at all. So the lamp Of the lantern
was kept burning, but it was shaded as
much as possible, so that its rays should |
not fall behind the party. They moved
on as fast as they could, but it was soon
evident that their pursuers were gaining
upon them.
"Can we not turn of into some Of these
small passages ?" asked Philip, as he
found those behind were fast coming up.
1--WE shall surely be caught, if we do
not"
1--WE cannot turn off," quickly replied
the Benedictine, ''for these few passages
only lead to the most public places in the
city. We must keep on, and"
The old man did not finish his SEN
tence, for at that moment the pursuers1
came in sight, and called out for them to
stop.
1--WE are lost % groaned Philip.
Adele did not speak. but she clung
closely to her lover, and fed on.
But it was Of no use. Ere many min
utes more, the old Benedictine turned and
faced the men who had come up. They
were all of them Of the Royal Guard, and
eleven in number.
"How now, father Whitehead" cried
the leader. "What in the name Of mys-
terry are you doing down here %
"Fleeing towards the palace" was
Aymar's reply.