White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-06-30
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Count, too. if he wishes to STAY ?''

j Count, too, If he wishes to stay %
"YOu shall be amply paid" sir, inter-
posed Philip.
"Look here. mon ami, don't talk in
that way" said Pierre. elf I keep ye,
it will be of my own heart. OF course,
they shall have rest here, and l think /
can hide them, too" he continued, turn
ing to Simon "Not a Catholic devil
shall find them while they are under my
roof. OF course, they are Huguenots, or
the Queen would not seek them HARM"
They are-and the Count Philip is
prominent among them"
"Aye, so he is" uttered the old farm
er, looking with mingled respect and
qualification upon the young noble. $50
he is. Everybody about the city knows
that"
''The FIRE blazed up brightly, and soon
the old tea-kettle began to sing and hiss.
Pierre brought meat and bread. and then
prepared warm drink, and his guests
greatly prO6ted by his hospitality. AT
length the old man said, with look Of
deep concern
GOOD Simon, you are well acquainted
in the city: tell me what all this is COM
ing to. What shall be the end of these
things ?"
BLOOD blood Pierre, blood 1t
must be So"
The old man shudderej, and his teeth
were firmly closed.
"Do You think the King will counter
ance any such thing ?" he asked.
"Ah," the butcher returned, with a
dubious shake of the head, 'the King is
nobody. He is a mere tool; no-a
pldything in the hands of that woman
fiend, Catharine de Medicis ; and she is a
tool of the Pope. If she lays a plan, it
will be carried out. She would poison
her own son, if he would not give up to
her will. All, Pierre, the Hugnenots will
die by thousands. can smell it in the
very air that 1 breathe"
Horrible ! horrible !" calculated the
old man, with his hands claSped.
ALREADY" resumed Simon, with in
creasing zeal, ''are the Jesuits at work,
and those of the Professionals whom the
Queen has reason to save, are being
worked upon to renounce their religion,
and kneel to the Pope Of Rome. 1 can
see it all, but it is no wonder. 1t is but
the fruit of the Popish creed. Their
chief instruments of conversion, are fire
and sword"
"But why is it % fervently asked La
font, whose honest mind could not COM
prehend the whole scope of Catholic cold
bloodedness. "Why should they wish
to mako men believe their religion when
they prefer another? Why cannot we
be left in peace with our faith, when we
are willing that all others should do the
same? Upon my soul, l don't understand
it."
"Do you understand why the wolf kills
more than it can eat ?"
"Because it is his nature"
"Then," said Simon, "you know why
Catholicism does as it does. 1t is its ma
ture. The very spirit of Papal power is,
death to all ,cho oppose t.! 1t is the very
nature of the animal and / should Just
as soon expect to see the wolf lie down
with the sucking lamb, as to see the
Church of Rome sheath its bloody
knife while there lived a man who
would not bend his knee to the Pope.
Blood, Pierre, blood Oh 1 know that
our land will be drenched with Protes-
tant blood ere two more months shall
have passed away. / can see it in every
sign of the times. / have seen Cath
Ole priests collecting swords and knives,
and in their churches they are piling up
guns and ammunition. The monks and
priests throughout the city are looking up
the dwellings of Protestants, and their
numbers are being taken. / have watch
ed it all, and 1 know. Alas for poor
France Dark days are coming !"
As the butcher ceased speaking, there
was breathless silence. His words bore
truth in their very utterance, and the old
farmer clasped his hands, and raised his
eyes towards heaven.
al understand it now" he said, at
length. "I understand it now. And
this same Pope, and his church Of vii
lainy, all look towards heaven for home
when they die"
"Of course they do. or. at least, they
pretend to-"
"Well, WE'LL" uttered Pierre Lafont,
again clssping his hands, and again rails
ing his eyes heavenward, 81 can die,
but 1 can't abjure my God. If the Papal
steel finds my heart, l hope God will take
my SOUL"
Amen :" said Simon, and "AHssn !''
said all the others.
"Now, let us Sleep" said Pierre, "and
in the morning we'll see what can be
done. I'll show you comfortable bed"
So the kind old husbandman disposed
of his guests as best he could. and then
be once more sought his own rest. He
had something to think upon, and dream
about.
FRO Bs CONTINUED.