White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-07-14

font, fervently, "she's tainted again. Oh
God grant that her heart won't break T.
i CHAPTER X.
NIGHT.
For some days Adele St. Aulnay re.
NAMED in weak, precarious state, al
times devoid of sense, and anon weeping
over her misfortune when consciousness
came. At length, however. the fever left
her, and she walked out to breathe the
pure, fresh air; but the whisper of the
zephyr, and the sweet song of the birds
had no Joy for her her heart was heavy
and sad, and her soul was bowed beneath
a heavy weight of affliction. She walk
ed the verdant path where the vines and
roses clustered in all their prolific beauty,
but she noticed them not lie for whom
she had been wont to pluck the silent
tongues of love, was gone, and to her it
seemed as though the veil of death were
drawn over him. She sometimes smiled
when good Pierre Lafont and his dame
tried to cheer her, but her smiles were
very faint, and they quickly faded away.
They were not smiles Of Joy, nor of peace,
but only such smiles as the crushed heart
can sometimes send forth in simple graf
itude.
Michael Girard had ventured into the
the city. and in deep disguise he had
made his way even among the very guards
of the Louvre, but he could not find his
master, nor could he hear any word Of
him or from him. Neither could the
varlet find anything of Simon Wendell.
He could find plenty who had seen the
butcher, but he could not find him
And SO Michael returned bootless to Pier
res dwelling. and when his story was told,
Adele gave up all hope.
Days went by, and Philip had been
gone a week. One afternoon, while the
shadows were lengthening upon the green
sward, Adele St. Aulnay went out and
sat down upon the bench beneath the old
oak tree, and ere long good old Pierre
Lafont came and sat down by her side.
"Do not despair" he said, in soft,
kind tone. "All hope is not lost. Wait
until some word is received, at least"
"Alas, kind sir" the maiden returned,
gazing up through her tears, "what room
is there for hope? Who ever knew the
demon into whose hands my love has
fallen, to give hope to the children OF
earth? He is in the hands of the Church
of Rome, and where can there be hope !?
Oh, there is none p
For some moments the old yeoman was
silent. Too well he knew the truth Of
what the maiden had uttered, and it struck
chillingly to his heart. But at length he
found a response:
81 know, lady, that the Church Of
Rome has no mercy for its victims, and
that the Holy Inquisition is almost surely
fatal to all who come within its gloomy
walls under arrest but yet there may be
grounds for hope, for all this. The Count
has many friends, and many of them are
powerful"
"Ah," murmured Adele, with faint
motion of the head, ''you never knew the
influence yet that could snatch an accused
man from the grasp of the Inquisition,
no matter how innocent he may be. There
was never a duke in the kingdom so pow
erful that his influence could aid him
there"
81 know-I know" said Pierre, al
most giving way to his own convictions,
for all the hope he would speak, was but
the coin of his brain. He knew the
power of death under which d. Artoy had
fallen. and he knew, too, how dark was
his prospect of earth. Still the old man
continued-"And yet there may be hope.
We know not what may transpire. Peo-
pie have escaped from the Inquisition,
and they may do it again. Let me tell
you that I put more ground of hope in
the. stout Butcher of Notre Dame than in
anything else"
"But he does no. know where Philip
is" .r. ss,esie. n -sI
"I think he does. l know Simon
Wendell well, and he knows much that
/ other people do not know. l do do not
believe that he will rest so long in igno-
rance of what has transpired."
"Oh, wish could see the butcher"
uttered Adele, clasping her hands. for in
that man / have great trust. de is a
good man.
$50 he is, responded Pierre. ''and he
is powerful man, too. But, believe me,
he knows where the Count is at the pres
ent time, else he would have been here ere
this" Hee
A moment Adele st. Aulnay was ST.
llent. Then she started with quick, wild
emotion, and laid her hand upon Pierre's
arm.
81 see, now, why Simon Wendell has
not been here" she uttered, IN convul-
sive tone. "He, too, has been arrested
by the familiars of the Inquisition. Do
You not know that he must have been ar
rested If he showed himself in the city !?
Alas am left all alone ]"
"But many people have seen the butch
err" said Pierre. "You know Michael
so informed u.s."
"Yes-that they had seen him. But
Michael could not find him, nor could any
ofhis friends tell him where he was. ST.
mon is gone p