White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-08-25


/ Benedictine monk, and with the assistanc
I of the white hair and beard, and th
| painting of a few wrinkles i hardly knew
myself in mirror. ,--s -,-f
"Fortune favored me in the work / haC
planned, for ere long afterwards Juar
Fernado was banished fromThe Kingdom
by Henry, and when herReht. he LEFT TIN
royal infant with the midwife, having OBJ
tanned from her promise, thst,she woult
take. care Of it until he could return
When he had gone. / went and took the
child from her. She dared not refuse me
for fear of exposure. / kept the infant
awhile, and then carried it to Ciermont,
and placed it in the Benedictine convent
at that place. having given it the same
name which Tornado left for it. l repre-
sented myself as the child's uncle, and so
she has ever considered me in my other
character of Aymar.
Now, sire, the rest is soon told. The
child grew up, and when she became well
educated, / brought her back to the city,
and placed her in the %are of Madame
Roland, a good and pi6hs woman. who
has since protected her, until Juan Ferna-
do again made his appearance as Nun
clio from the Pope of Rome. Then the
villain thought to consummate his pur-
pose, but l stepped forward and saved
her again. Had the iend succeeded In
making her his wife, both you and your
mother would have died, and so would
Henry Of Navarro and your sister Mar
garet Henry and Margaret would have
found their bridal bed their couch of
death. He would have cut off everything
that stood between his wife and the
throne p
"And the child-the infant whom you
saved 90 whispered Charles, bending
eagerly forward. 30 Ise--.5 r'. .-rl
"You behold her here" returned the
butcher. laying his hand upon Adele's
head. This is truly. Adele de Valois.
and she is your own sister" 2
A moment Charles remained upon his
throne gazing on the pale. beautiful fea-
lures of the maiden. and then he stepped
down and put forth his hands. There
was a smile upon his face, and tear in
his eye
Come" he whispered. "Come, my
sister. The mystery is now solved. Now,
| know WHY my heart yearned so towards
you. when | first saw you"
And there the brother and sister stood.
locked in each others arms. Charles was
happy then, for he forgot. for the while,
the terrible pail that hung about his way.
Catharine de Medicis acknowledged
her ehild-she conld not help it-and she
folded her to her bosom, but hers was not
the heart for affection. and she only kissed
the gentle, weeping maiden, and then
pushed her away and gazed fixedly upon
her. That strange woman was wonder
ing what should be the future Of this re-
vealment. G r-L
"Now, now, Count d. Artoy l' cried
the King. as he saw the young noble stand
ing back with his arms folded and his
head bowed. "Have you no joy for the
occasion ?"
But Philip only looked up with a sad
and heavy countenance. He could not
speak. He feared that he had lost his
love forever -
At that moment there came lone cry
from the spot where the Jesuit stood. He
had started to his feet, aud his hands were
now clutehed upon his brow, and his eyes
were rolling wildly. His gaze was at
length fixed upon the Butcher of Notre
Dame. and fire seemed to dart forth from
his look.
"Ha !" he gasped, while his hands
were stretched out, ''inferual fend you
shall not triumph. He'll is in me Come
come and die You have found my
soul of sonls. and run a dagger through F!
Ha ha hal You shall die now ]"
he leaped forward. as he thus wildly
spoke, and would have again fastened his
grip upon the throat of his enemy, but
Simon put forth his broad hand and push
ed the villain back. He reeled a pace,
and then, with low. gurgling cry, he
sank down upon the 6oor. There was
convulsive movement Of the limbs,
twitching Of the muscles Of the face, and
then all was over. III '~ - f
"He is dead r. said the King. bending
forward. sD 'i2
Simon Wendell placed his foot upon the
fallen mans body, and moved it. bus its
motion was lead-like and without nervous
action. so as Pc Ha
"Sire," said the Butcher of Notre
Dame. with his heavy foot still npon the
breast. "The Jesuit Fiend is no
longer ours TO judge. His soul has gone
to that God who knows the things Of
earth and eternity -
ETERSrTY How that word struck
upon the ears Of Charles de Valois He
thought of the past--Of the blood that
still flowed about him--and them be
thought Of God and eternity His pun
ishment was already begun
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