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


other hand, all reason, both human and
divine, dwelt with the rising Protestants
But Popery was not without its argument
THAT argument which it knows so vel
how to apply-he fire of the auto da fe,
and tile knife Of the assassin
1t was on bright, pleasant morning
in the beginning of July, 1872. that ST.
mon Wendell stood at the door of his shop
on the quai de I Archeveche. which was
almost within stones throw of the old
Cathedral of NOtre Dame. Simon was
butcher, and he supplied many of the
first families with meat. He also had a
stall on the Pont Notre Dame, where his
son presided most of the time. The
butcher was very stout, powerfully built
man, with broad, massive shoulders, a
full, heaying breast, long and heavy
limbs, and with hands like the hammer
of forge. His age was not far from
forty years, perhaps a little over. lie
was known to be the strongest man on
the isle de la cite, and many who knew
him doubted if there were stronger man
in Paris. Aad yet Simon Wendell was
one of the most noble hearted men in the
world. His very face showed it. His
brow was high and full, his eye black,
bright, and clears and his other features
regular and handsome. His hair was
black and wavy, and a well trimmed
moustache graced his lip. From the sit
uation of his two stalls, he was known
throughout the city as the Butcher OF
Notre Dame"
Simon stood at the door of his shop,
with his long white blouse Just drawn on,
and with his velvet cap moved carelessly
upon one side of the head he stood there
to pass the compliments of the morning
with those who went by, and to smile
upon the gay grisettes who were tripping
along to help their husbands or fathers in
the business of the day. But this did
not seem to be all that kept the butcher
so long standing at the door. for close
observer might have seen that there was
an earnest, eager look upon his face, and
that ever and anon he would look down
the quail with more than usual care.
Many people came in after meat, and
as soon as he had served them, he would
take up his station again at the door. At
length there came a ray of mental light
across his face, and in a few moments
more, man sprang lightly from the
passing tlrong and entered the shop.
"Ah. Michael, you have come at last, "
uttered Simon, at the same time extend
ing his broad palm.
"Aye-that have, good Master Ven
del. But you might have made up your
mind never to see me again, and not have
been far out of the way. Egad but I've
had time of it-en carriere since l left
You last night"
This new conner was slightly built,
1.-THE, fair looking man, somewhere about
thirty years of age. His hair was of q
light, sandy hue, his eyes light gray,
and his face very strongly marked in its
features. His predominant look was Of
wit and cunning. and few were the men
who could out-work Michael Girard
where plot and counter plot came into
play. And then he was not so weak in
his muscles as one might have been led
to suppose from his appearance. for upon
a closer observation it could be seen that
his muscles were full and hard, and that
his cords were palpable and strong. His
arms were very long, and his hands,
though white and delicate, were yet large
and muscular. He was dressed in the
garb of a varlet, and the fabric seemed to
show that his master was wealthy.
"I'm sorry if you had very hard
time" said the butcher, "but l suppose
You are able to Withstand it"
"Oh, yes. Don't you fear for me, for
assure you that I'll look ont for number
one"
"All right, Michael. But come in
now. Come in where we can be alone.
Go Won into my office, there, and as soon
as / wait upon this customer, I'll be with
you
Accordingly, the varlet went into the
little room which Simon had pointed out,
and which opened from the main shop by
a door with several small squares of glass
in the upper part. The butcher waited
upon an old man who had come for a
mutton chop, and then he rejoined his
visitor.
"Now, Michael" he said, after he had
entered the little room, and seen that all
was safe, "what has been the luck ? Have
YOU seen that monk 90
"Yes. found him last night at the
cafe de Condo"
"And what did you learn %
81 talked with him just enough to know
he is a Spaniatd and Jesuit. He pre-
tends to be an Italian, but l know bet
ter"
''Did you find out his name 2"
Eyes. It is Malgrida."
"Ahr' uttered the butcher. with
slight start. al thought so. You are
right, Michael-he is Spaniard, and Of
course he is Jesuit. Do you know II
he has been to the Louvre yet =
"Yes-he has been there several times.
AS near as / can ascertain, ne went there
almost as soon as he arrived in the city"
"Then, of course, he has seen that she
devil the oneep mother. Michael, . con-
tinued the butcher, bringing his clenched
fist down upon his knee, and speaking IN
deep. meaning tone. "that man has
come from the Pope of Rome. tell you
there is some deep plot on foot ana II
Catharine de Medicis and Gregory nave
anything to do with it. you may DC as
~r7yoJ :, w;II be bloody one. This Nal