White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-06-23

he went to Rome. This trouble heard
something about at the time, for / sup
piled the King table with meat very
often, and was consequently apt to hear
much Of the gossip that was going on in
the kitchen. Henry was Jealous of his
varlet, and perhaps he had reason, though
do not believe he looked in the right
direction for the cause of it. He feared
his wife loved the smooth-spoken Span
lard. but it was not so. The villain was
working for far deeper purpose than the
gaining of the Queens love. But he did
not wholly succeed. He was obliged to
flee, and no doubt he turned his wit to
good account at Rome. That was over
eighteen years ago. Malgrida was young
and sprightly then. but he has grown old
and fat, and he surely thinks none will
know him now"
"But surely, the Queen mother must
know him." said Philip, who had been
much interested in Vendel's account.
Certainly. She knows who he is,
and who he was but she does not know
him wholly. Catherine is deep woman,
but the Jesuit knows some things that
she little dreams Of"
Both the Count and Adele regarded the
butcher for some moments in silence. At
length the former spoke
"Simon," he said, while his looks
showed how earnest he was, lyon seem
to know much more than either of them"
"Aye-perhaps 1 do" returned the
butcher, while strange light burned in
his eye. 81 know what Catharine dc
AIedicis would give her own right hand
to know, and what would cause the Jesuit
to shake with deadly fear, if he knew my
knowledge. But let that pass now. /
have hold upon them both, though
they know little of me. OF the Jesuit
serpent, have no fear save such as may
come from the power he may gain over
the Queen. The King evidently knows
him only as the Popc's Nuncio. and do
not think Catharine would have him
known for what he used to be, for many
people remember Juan Tornado, who do
not know MIalgrida."
"Juan Tornado t'' uttered the Count,
in surprise. "But you do not mean that
this fat Jesuit is Juan Tornado ?-not the
young page who used to make so much
fluttering among the maids of honor %
eyes, he is the same. He calls him
self Malgrida, now"
"But tell me, good Simon, how l am
concerned with him." urged Adele, in an
imploring tone.
"Not now, fair child. 1t would not
help you. and it might thwart me in my
plans. But you shall know in good time.
Rest easy for the present, and let my de-
sires to save you, be my excuses"
"Hark ]" uttered Michael, who sat near
the door, and who had. to all appearances,
been asleep. clark There is heavy
tramp upon the sidewalk
The butcher sprang to his feet, and
started to the door, This he opened, and
passed out into the passage which led to
the front shop, but by the time he reached
it, the heavy door had been burst open,
and he could see the fash of arms in the
light that came from the street lamps.
He was able Just to catch the outlines of
one short, corpulent, dark form, and then
he FASTENED back to the sitting-room.
michael" he said to the varlet, speak
ing very quickly, but at the same time,
very distinctly. ''you know the way to
my wine cellar ?"
YES"
"Here, take Adele st. Aulnay under
your charge, and hasten down there. Stop
not to ask a question, but CO."
Good master Simon
"Hush. lady. Speak not a word. but
if you love d. Artoy, and would save
your own life, gol Hurry, Michael.
Down go You, and wait there till we
come"
The butcher threw open a small door
as he spoke, and having showed the var
let and the maiden through, he closed It
again, and then turned towards the Count.
'Philip," he said, ''the Jesuit is down
upon us, and he has some Of the Royal
guard with him, and of course he comes
from the King. But we will not be taken
alive. Escape them now. and will save
you. If we are taken, we both die The
Catholic Fiend is loose 70
At this juncture. the sound of feet was
heard in the front shop. and the voices Of
men in deliberation.
"Will you defend yourself? ?" asked
the butcher. al
"To the last drop of my blood" was
Philips reply.
GOOD. Then, we will defend ourselves.
will stand at the door, and cut the first
one down that comes, and when let one
pass me, you must impale him. be cool,
now, and we are safe"
Simon Wendell had taken down his
heavy sword from its pin on the wall, and
the Count drew his own weapon and sta
toned himself.
By this time, the soldiers had found
their way into the narrow passage. which
led from the shop to the sitting room. and
as the rays of the lamp by which the
butchers company had been sitting, fell
into the passage, the intruders were guided
on without further trouble from darkness.
The Jesuit was wise enough to act as the
General on the occasion, for he sent the
soldiers ahead, and he brought up the
rear.
"Who comes here ?" shouted Wendell,
when the first soldier had Come within
half dozer yards.
"Oficers from the King" was the re-
spouse.