White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-07-28

succession came the terrible scenes
he had bat short time previously wit
nessed-the death of de Marronay-the
crucifxion of the Knight-his own brink
of doom, and the sudden succor that God
had sent. But his mind failed him not,
though his body was weak.
Come" said Simon Wendell, follow
on now, for night has already set in, and
we may make our exit from this place
when we please" AS he spoke, he took
up the lantern, and giving his arm to
Philip, he moved on through the passage
For some distance they moved on in ST.
lence. but at length Philip spoke:
GLOW did you learn where 1 was ?"
he asked.
Il will tell you." replied the butcher
Il suspected long ago that you were in
the prison of the Inquisition. and l made
Ey way to its dungeons. but l could rot
find yOu. 1t seems that there are some
new cellS-a whole range of them-with
which this secret passage had no connec-
ton. and in one of those you were placed.
This morning | learned that there was to
be a trial at the Inquisition, and 1 deter
mined to fined if you were there. and if
so. to liberate you. To that end, en-
listed these men, and had them held in
readiness, and then | found an old Bene-
dictine monk in whom | could place con.
idence, and he agreed to help me. 1t
may seem strange that a monk should
lend his influence to such a scheme, but
he is a patron of Adele st. Aulnay, and
for her sake, he agreed to my request
He promised to gain admission to the In
QUESTION, and he did so. He found you
there. and he brought the word to me.
After that it was easy for me to do the
rest, for 1 knew we'll every crook and
tuIn of those mystic chambers of torture
and death, having taken many a ramble
through them, while the inquisitors and
their familiars slept"
"God bless you for your Kindness"
murmured Philip. Il was prepared to
die, but life is far the most preferable
But yet it must be dangerous thing for
you"
"How so 90
"If you should be detected"
"Oh, there is no danger of that. My
Disguise to those who knew not my voice.
was complete But even if they do find
me out, | shall not fear"
Some time after this. there was a ST.
lence. broken only by the dull fall of the
Subterranean travellers feet, and the dim,
indistinct rumble of the busy life that had
not yet fallen asleep in the city, overhead.
Several times, Philip looked up into the
butchers face, as though he had some,
thing of importance to ask. and yet he
seemed afraid to trust his words. But at
length he spoke:
Good Simon. when did you see Adele
St. Aulnay ?" The question was asked
in hesitating manner, and the young
man trembled when he spoke. "When
did you see Adele ." he repeated.
Not since you left the dwelling Of
Pierre Lafont," the butcher answered,
without hesitation. "She was weak and
sick for some days after you were taken
away, but she has recovered her health,
though of course she is not happy"
And we will go there directly" Phil
ip said with much earnestness.
ooh, no-not to night" returned 81
mon.
But l am strong. and should like to
go ct once to good Pierre Lafont's."
1t was now the butchers turn to hest
tate. He did not wish to tell his young
friend where Adele was-at least not at
present. But he was not long silent.
"You could not do a more dangerous
thing than to go to Pierre Lafont's. for
his house is watched. Go with me to-
night, and tomorrow we will see what
can be done. But now l have question
to ask you: l heard that both the Count
lie Marronay, and Sir John de Hois were
in the Inqnisition. Did you see them?"
"Oh, God yes % uttered Philip,
shudderiug. and turning pale, with the
memory of what he had seen.
Hal What is it Tell me-"
And Philip d. Artoy went on and re-
lated all that had passed in the torture
chamber. Many were the startling ejac-
ulations that broke from Simon's lips
during the recital, and when he had clio
sed, the stout butcher stopped suddenly
in his walk, and gazed the youth steadily
in the face.
"You are not dreaming, Philip d. Ar
tow" he uttered. "You are sure you saw
and heard all this
"Aye-every movement and syllable"
"Great God of Heaven !'' the stout
man uttered, clasping his hands and start
inc on once more. "And this is the
work of the Holy Head of the Apostolic
Church This is the work of Gregory
XIII. Bot it is only the commencement.
John de Hois, you say, confessed the
damning falsehood ~
"Yes-but oh, he was not to blame.
He knew not what he said. The torture
Of that more than hellish cross made him
mad. Oh the Prince of Darkness shall
throw open to broad daylight the whole
Of his vast and internal dominions, and
we shall not find one scene that can equal
that. The poor knight asked for death.
after he found what he had done, but he
was led off. Upon my soul, l do not
think John de Hois to blame"
"Wen, well-perhaps he is not" re-
turned Simon 'and perhaps his confes-
sion will in the end. make no great diff
ference. The wolf tciH have the lamb,
and if he can make a seeming pretext to
show the world for the deed, he will do it.
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