White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-08-11
WHITE CLOUD, KANSAS, THURSDAY, AUGUST II, 1852

tones of the great bell of Notre Dame
The iron tongue pealed forth its note
upon the night, like voice from som
alarming spirit of the upper world, anC
the voice was echoed far and wide ove
the half sleeping city.
"Do you hear that g'' uttered Aymar
starting, and grasping his stout staff will
a firmer grip.
"Aye-I hear it." answered Philip
"What means it 90
clark There are other sounds"
Aye-hark We children of the doom.
ell race. Hark We men and women who
believe in the pure religion of the Risen
Lord. Hark ye waking thousands who
hear those mystic tones, for We hear the
kHell-l Hark We followers of the Pope
of Rome-hark to another voice that
cries to you from the Judgment Seat Of
God Oh ! bark all We that look upon
the Church of Blood, and hear the voice
that speaks through ages Of martyrdom
and torture-the voice Of woe and an
guish, of wailing and of weeping, of cry
ing mercy, and of shrieking agony-the
voice of millions who speak from eterni-
ty, to tell blinded world how black
with crime the Roman Harlot is!
Hark The knell is still sounding,
and the brazen voice calls up the murderer
and the victim
Hark Hear that wild shrek that
breaks above the voice of the bell Hear
that frantic prayer that goes up from the
mother and the father! Hear those groans
and agonizing cries
Hark Hear that other voice. 1t
cries
"KML! KILLP' 1t is the voice Of the
demon, for the death hounds are loose!
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"Great God!" uttered Philip d Artoy,
starting back and turning pale, edo you
hear those shouts and cries 90
aye" returned Aymar, shuddering /;
81 hear them plainly enough. But come.
we must go now. Be firm, and fear not.
Follow me, and in all you do, be sure
that no look or movement betrays you.
Remember, it is now either life or DEATH"
AS Aymar thus spoke, he led the way
down the stairs, and Michael waited for
his master to follow next. Philip drew
the cowl over his head, and having utter
ed a silent prayer for himself and all who
might be in danger. he started after the
Benedictine. When they reached the
street, the Count started back in alright,
and even Aymar heSitated. Lights were
flashing in all directions, and the yells of
the demoniac Catholics, as they rushed
to the slaughter of their defenceless vic
tins, was horrible in the extreme.
"KU! XIII" was the cry. "Death
to euery Haguenot in the Kingdom :"
"KIU! RWp shouted Michael. with
all his might. as party of armed Catho-
lies passed the spot where they stood.
"On to the Pont Notre Dame" shout
ed Aymar, raising his staff. 1.-The HUI
guenots are congregated thickly there"
"You will find them everywhere" said
a fellow who passed at that moment.
"RW! Kill P'
Aymar made no reply, but seizing
Philip by the arm, he hurried on towards
the river by the Rne Galande.
beware p he whispered. "Remem-
Der that our lives depend upon your firm
ness. Be not afraid. Steel your heart,
and be prepared to see such scenes as even
devils never dreamed of"
The Count knew how much depended
L. ,o,o1,oJ that ba tuOnlI
not betray himself At first, it appeared
that all who met him, must know him |;
but, after having met a number whom he
knew well. without being himself recog-
nized, he began to feel more safe under
his disguise, and he walked On with more
frmness.
At length, the party reached the bridge
of Notre Dame, and here they were forced
to stop and lean sgainst the parapet for
some minutes, to bear up against the tor
rent of human beings that came sweeping
down upon them. The air was filled
with the yells of the demon Romanists
and the shrieks and groans of the dying
Protestants. Philip would have closed
his eyes upon the terrible. revolving scene,
but he had to keep them open for his own
safety. While he stood there by the par
apet of the bridge. dozen women, each
with child in her arms, came fleeing
past him, crying for mercy. They were
in their night clothes, and their long hair
streamed wildly in the wind. Our hero
saw them pass-he could see even the
looks fterror that dwelt upon their coun-
tenances, and he was Just wondering if
such as they were to be killed; but he had
not much time for reflection, for at that
moment a Romish priest, followed by
some half dozen fiendish men Of his own
cloth, came rushing past, yelling after the
fleeing mothers. The priest carried in
his left hand flaming torch, and in his
right was a sword reeking with gore
Philip could not take his eyes from the
scene. He saw the women turn, and two
of them sank upon their knees. They
prayed for mercy, but they prayed in
vain, for while the words of prayer yet
trembled upon their lips, the assassins'
knites were plunged to their hearts !
Then the others-those who had not
stopped to kneel-clasped their infants
more closely to their persons, and rushed
on but their steps on earth were num-
bered-a few more PAGES. and the demons
were upon them, and then Philip saw
them sink down beneath the knife-strOkes
of the Catholic butchers. And yet he
continued to gaze, all hcart-sick as he