White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-08-11

. stone parapet-and he eard them laugI
5 at their terrible, CHASTITY work
e "Oh. God '' he gasped. as he claspe,
his hands in agony.
r "-sh % whispered Aymar, seizinl
him quickly by the arm. "Beware o
You will betray u.s.
i "And can these be uaen?" Count Phil
ip murmured, gazing wildly into the Of,
mans face "Oan these be children o
God, or has some helliSh fiend come upor
earth and made devils to wear the human
shape! OH, GodP
Beware, Count, or you will surely
betray us p
, "Then let US move on" gasped Philip
, trembling at every joint. "Oh, God
, cannot bear this My heart will break !''
XII! Kit? Death to every PrOtes,
tant !" was the cry; and while that fearful
shout rang ont upon the night air, our
party moved on.
Ever and anon Michael swung his Ian
tern aloft, and repeated the cry Of the
butchering Catholics, and in this manner.
he contrived to draw attention away from
his young master.
AS our three friends crossed the bridge
and entered upon the Quai lie la Megisse-
rie, the scene became horrible beyond all
description. The way was filled with poor,
fleeing wretches, who had leaped from
their beds and taken to the streets in their
night clothes, and close upon them rushed
the murderers. all covered with blood,
and yelling forth the slaughter-cry of
kill Kill !" The way was already
beginning to be strewn with the bodies Of
the slain, and from the high windows,
women and children were hurled all dead
and mangled upon the reeking pavement,
and the music of the scene still continued
that same cry of the Pope's followers:
Kill Kill !''
"Aymar." gasped the Count d. Artoy,
Il cannot stand this. Great God of mer
cy. it is too dreadful Lead me some
where away from the scene %
"Alas. my son. it is all over the city
alike. Hark do you not hear that same
cry from all about you 90
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refuge-some of the secret passages must
be-
Ssh p uttered the old Benedictine.
1--WE are almost at our journeys end.
Carefully, now. Here-this way"
"Stop-who is this ?" cried Philip, as
he saw gray-haired corpse upon the
sidewalk.
"He approached, and turned the body
up, and the rays of Michael's lantern fell
upon the face. Philip knew the features
well. 1t was the brave old Admiral of
France, Gaspard de Coligny.
"Oh |" calculated the Count, while the
big tears trickled down his pale cheeks,
"and this is the end of the best man
France ever knew. If they could not let
thee live, then who shall be left to tell the
story of this bloody night %
Come, Come" urged Aymar, seizing
Philip again by the arm. "In here, and
in few moments we shall be safe from
all harm"
Philip d. Artoy looked once more upon
the blood-stained face of Coligny, and
then, with a deep groan, he followed on
after the Benedictine. Michael Girard all
the while swinging his lantern, and yelling
forth the Catholic cry of ''Kill Kill ]"
1t was narrow passage into which
Aymar had turned, leading up towards
the Place IL Louvre, and at a short dis
lance mp. they came to a building, the
door of which was open, and about which
were some half dozen bloody corpses.
In the chambers could be heard the sound
of voices in greans and imprecations,
but the hall was clear, and the Benedic-
tine hurried through.
"Simon Wendell pointed out this place
to me-" he said, as he led the way to the
rear apartments, "and if l have not for
gotten his instructions, we shall soon be
safe"
When they reached the back part Of
the building. the old man listened single
moment to assure himself that he was not
watched. and then he opened door which
revealed flight of steps leading down to
the cellar. Michael went ahead with his
lantern, and the others quickly followed.
At one corner of the cellar there was a
brick arch half full of rubbish, and in
the back part of this, the old man found
another of those secret doors. He opened
it after few moments Of trial, and when
all had passed through, he shut it again
as before. They were now in just such a
passage as Philip had been in before, save
that the arch was lower-so much SO that
it was necessary to stoop little in order
to move alon-.
In few minutes they reached point
where there were three branches, and here
the Benedictine stopped.
Now, Philip d. Artoy," he said, 81
must leave you and Michael here together.
Michael has food and water enough to
last you eight and forty hours at least,
aud You will not suffer. But l do not
think shall be gone so long-perhaps
only few hours. If you see any people
in the passage, you need not be alarmed,
for Simon Wendell has admitted quite q
number into them, and they may some OF
them wander this way. You will remain
here until the Butcher of Notre Dame or
myself returns here for you"
eyes" answered Philip. 81 will stay
anywhere. so that escape the viewing of
more of those terrible scenes l have this
night witnessed. You will find Us here
when you return"
Aymar reached his hand beneath his
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