White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-08-18

III
The King stopped. for there was SOM
thing in the voice of the old man thu
moved him. He looked upon the nader
and again that feeling came over hin
which he had experienced once befor'
He moved nearer to her side-he move
so near that he laid his hand upon he
pure white brow, and she did not shrin
from him. For some moments he re
manned silently gazing into that swee
face. and then he said, while he shook hi
head with dubious expression:
"It's only some illusion of the brain
There's nothing in it-nothing."
There is, SIRE
"Ha ! old man; and can you explain
it? Do you know this girl ?"
Il do"
"Then tell me. Tell me all, the Kin.
cried, in great excitement and eagerness.
Sire" returned the old man, in
tone which bore the proof of truth in it
very front, "let the maiden go with m,
now, and when this fearful work is al
done, l will bring her back to you, and
then you shall know all that you coulC
ask. And then, too, you may give hel
up to Malgrida, if you will. Aye, Charlie;
of France, swear by the hopes have
of heaven, that 1 will bring her hither
and in your own presence the Nuncic
shall lay his claim, and then you shall
give her up if you will"
at shall be so DONE" pronounced the
monarch. "But it is not wholly at your
reqeust. There is something else bids me
to do this-something which 1 cannot
define. Go-go; but mind that you
keep your promise, for, by the soul oil
St. Peter, if you do not bring her back,
you shall die the death of a dog"
"She shall come, SIRE"
Then go-but stop. You cannot get
clear Of the palace"
eyes, l can, sire. l can go as 1 came.
I am known as well as your majesty
Not soul will touch me-"
"Then 60"
The King turned back into the oriel,
and Aymar moved on, and when he pass
ed by the alcove, he looked in and saw
Charles leaning against the window with
his brow resting in his hands. But he
did not stop-he feared that the frail
monarch might change his mind, and he
placed his arm about the slight form Of
his companion. and hurried on. The roar
of the massacre was still laundering about
the palace, but the tide of death had rolled
away from that part where the fugitives
now were, and they went on without mo-
lestation. The way was strewn with dead
bodies, and blood marked the path.
Another flight Of stairs was descended,
and at length they came to the long cor
ridor which fanked the offices of the
household stewards and servants. They
were all shut, and the occupants had either
fed, or were locked up in them. Three
dead bodies only were found here, and
Aymar felt sure that he had got clear Of
the mob. At the end of this corridor,
the way opened to row of arched vaults,
each of which had either ascending or
descending stairs leading from them. AT
the extremity of these vualts, Aymar
found the door which he sought, and
which lei downward by flight of stone
steps. When they reached the lower
landing, all traces Of living men or dead,
were gone, and the old man moved on
more slowly. They were now in the
store rooms, and there were yet apart
ments below them, to which another flight
Of stairs led them.
A few steps further, and they came to
an old vault which appeared to have been
long out of use. save for the holding of
such rubbish as might be accidentally
thrown there. The flooring of this place
was of broad flags of stone, and at one
corner, Aymar stopped and handed his
lantern to Adele-the same small lantern
which he lighted in the passage, and
which he had carried in his bosom when
not wanted. The flag in this corner had an
iron ring so curiously bedded into it that
no eye could have detected it except upon
careful searching, and this ring Aymar
raised with the point of his dagger, and
afterwards the flag was easily lifted up
rom its place, disclosing narrow set of
stone steps beyond. Adele passed down,
md the old man followed, carefully clos
ing the entrance behind him.
"Safe - uttered the Benedictine. as he
anded upon the paved floor of the vault--
ID passage into which he had entered.
Simon Wendell little thought when he
inst found these curious places, of how
much service they would be. He has spent
many days exploring them for curiosity's
sake, and he has trusted me with the Sc
he did it for your sake, fair lady.
All, the Butcher of Notre Dame is rough
nan, but he has q good heart.
"God bless him." fervently CALCULATED
Adele.
They stopped a short time to rest, and
while they rested, they heard still the roar
IF the Internal warfare over their heads.
Il was that same sound-the wild, I'M
earthly mingling of yells and groans, and
;hrieks and imprecations.
"Aymar," asked Adele, looking trem-
blingly mp, and showing by her manner
hat she was afraid to speak, ado you
know anything of the Count Philip d.
Artoy ?"
"Yes-he is safe"
"S1eP ' murmured Adele. "Oh ]
hank God"
"Yes-and when you are able, we
will move on, and you shall see him."
Adele St. Aulnay started quickly to
her feet. She felt strong now.