White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-06-16

] "But you must"
!, "No, no-have mercy, sir. l can b
e nothing to the King Let me be where ]
s am"
e "Once more | say. follow me. If YOU
would put on more garments. do SO quick
"; otherwise. l shall take you as you
t are"
II viii call for help"
! ',No one viii help you, for l sent the
:. hostess away before / came up.,' -
al will cry for aid in the street, then F."
"And' that will avail you nothing. for
, no true Catholic would listen to you for
a moment, and not one Of the Protestant.
Huguenot dogs would dare to interfere.
!, But" he added, while his face flushed,
and his eye sparkled savagely, "enough
of this. Prepare to follow ME at once,
or l will drag you forth as l would a
rebellious child. l shall not wait for you
many more moments"
But Adele did not move from the place
where she now stood. She knew that
the monk was in earnest, and she felt sure
that some harm was meditated against
her. There was a vague, strange suspi-
cion in her mind-a suspicion without
color or form, save that it was fraught
with danger. Away back TO the days Of
her childhood her mind ran, and she tried
to remember when and where the name
of Malgrida first came to her, but she
could not. All was dark there. 1t was
associated with other things that were
equally as dark and mystic. But yet
Malgrida now stood before her. His fiery
eyes were cleaning wolfshly upon her,
and his breath. as it came hot and quick,
seemed to strike scorchingly upon her
very cheek.
And yet Adele st. Anlnay moved not.
She was ashy pale, and her limbs trem-
bled. She gazed imploriDgly up into
the Franciscan's face, but she found no
hope there.
"Once moreyS he whispered" Are
you going, or shall carry you ?"
"Mercy mercy !" she cried. sinking
down upon her knees, and clasping her
hands.
Fool !" Missed the monk; edo you
think l jest with you? Up, now, and
accompany me. And, mark me, if you
cry out, or make such a noise as to at
tract the attention of the passers-by, your
life may answer for it %
AS he spoke, he seized the maiden
roughly by the arm, and raised her to her
feet, and then he commenced to drag her
towards the door. She could not resist
the temptation to cry, and quick, wild
scream broke from her lips.
"By the holy Apostles. girl, you try
that again, and your life shall answer for
i'll Now come along III hurt you,
it is your own fault %
And so the Jesuit fiend laid hold upon
the poor girl, and dragged her towards
the door again. His sharp nails sank
deep into her quivcring flesh, and again
she screamed with fear and pain. The
monk uttered an oath, and clasped his
hand over her mouth, and then passing
his right arm about her waist, he lifted
her from the floor.
"Mercy mercy p she groaned.
Silence % he Kissed, between his set
teeth.
And he made another advance; but in
moment more the door was thrown
open, and a third party leaped into the
room. Instinctively Adele looked mp,
and she saw Simon Wendell, the Butcher
of Notre Dame. An ejaculation Of thanks
broke wildly from her lips, and on the
next instant a well directed blow from
Simon's massive fist had sent the monk
reeling across the room. The maiden
sank upon her knees, and with one hand
elasped convulsively hold of the butchers
blouse, she pointed the other tremblingly
towards the villain.
"Back, thou Jesuit devil !" cried ST.
mon, shaking long, heavy sword at the
covering monk. Take but step this
way, and I'll let daylight through that
worthless body of yours %
For a few moments the monk was ST.
lent. He was thunder-struck by what
had thus so unexpectedly happened. and
then the blow he had received had not
made very favorable impression upon
him.
"Get thee gone from hence, dog" the
butcher added, after q few moments ST.
lence. "Get the gone while you have
life, and while l am in mood to spare
you"
"Ohl Huguenot apcI" gasped the
monk, turning pale and red by turns,
"you shall suffer for this. Your life
shall pay for it. You know not whom
you have struck"
Eyes, l do know-know very well.
too" returned Wendell, in tone of the
most bitter irony, and at the same time
lowering the point of the sword. +" Do
YOU think 1 have forgotten AalgridG
Out, you Spanish brute. you Catalonlan
ass! Oh-you need not look so wonder
stricken, for you are known. Out, l
say, or your life shall not be yours ano-
Their minute y
Simon made movement as he spoke
and the monk crswled quickly towards
the door.
You shall suffer for thisl" he Kissed,
lust as be reached the door.
mot so much as you will, II you re-
main there another moment, quickly re-
piled the butcher, shaking of the grasp
of the maiden, and starting forward with
his sword raised.
There was something in the look OF
the gigantic butcher that gave a terrible
weight to his threat, and the monk was
wise enough not to tempt him too far,
INIT with a bitter curse upon the heads OF