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

v" S"lo ali Cdlmiy asked
the youthful noble.
Enough for the present." replied the
inquisitor, with a flush of anger upon his
face. "And you will do well to make
me say no more %
al shall give you occasion to say but
little. for | have spoken all the answer
have to make to your question"
"Now, we will see how strong you can
be in your boosted s.ubbornness l'' cried
the master, starting to his feet
what, no, there! Build a fire in the
furnace. at once, and heap on the Goals
Man the bellows. and set the hot breath
streaming. Quick, l say -
The grim executioners moved to the
work, and while the inquisitor sat back
in his heavy chair, Philip stood with his
arms folded upon his breast, and his
thoughts were of that religion which pro-
fessed to be of Him who lived as ne'er
man lived, and was the Prince of Peace
of that religion which claimed to be the
Word of Just and Merciful God, and
which yet gave birth to such scenes as he
had just witnessed. Thus he stood, when
the executioners announced that the fire
was up.
Then in with the irons p ordered the
master, and strip the prisoner to the skin. "
The officials had seized hold upon their
victim, when there came the sound OF
many feet from the corridor outside the
door, and the next instant the guard came
Rushing in.
"What means all this 90 cried the in
quisitor, starting to lis feet
1.-The inquisition is attacked !" gasped
the frightened sentinel.
Attacked !" iterated the master, utter
ly astounded. Impossible. Who dares
to desecrate the Holy Chambers of the
Church of God Attacked did you
say ?"
But there was no need that the sentinel
should answer, for at that instant the door
was burst wildly open, and dozen stout
men, dressed all in black, and wearing
black masks upon their faces, rushed into
the apartment. They were armed only
with short, heavy clubs, and these they
carried ready for use.
"Who-what-what are ye ?" gasped
the inquisitor, starting back and seizing
the sword that lay naked upon his desk.
Avengers of the people !' spoke their
leader, who was a gigantic man.
Back !! back or die - the master
cried. Officials of St. Peter, defend
your holy ground"
But the new corners were not to wait
for the attack. AT a word from their
herculean leader, they sprang forward,
and at the first blow, the chief inquisitor
sank senseless upon the black carpet
Tha: mysterious leader swung his pom
derous club on high, and another, and
another of the officials sank beneath his
strokes in quick succession. In a few
minutes. the whole gang of exeeutioners,
scribes. torturers, and all, were lying
senselesS upon the floor.
Now, quick - uttered the leader of
the mystic invaders. Back to the dun
geons. Philip d. Artoy. your hand
Come. There is not moment to lose. I"
Philips heart leaped with wild thrill &,
for now he knew that voice. But he did
not speak-he gave his hand to his pre-
server, and swiftly followed. him from the
room. After they had all passed out,
they closed the door of the torture cham
Der, and securely fastened it upon the out
side, and then FASTENED off through the
long, dark corridor to the head of a flight
of stairs where lantern was burning
This they took up, and then Philips
guide took the lead, and thus they went
on, until they reached the dungeons be-
meath the building. Here the leader fol
lowed on, until he came to the cell hanked
passage, and at this point, he drew his
dagger from his bosom, and pressed its
point into a small crevice between two OF
the rocks. A secret door slowly opened.
and the chief then stepped back, and mo-
toned his men to pass through. When
they had all passed him. he pushed Philip
in, and then went in, himself.
The young Count now found himself
in Just such passage as he had been IN
before, and in a moment more, his con-
ductor removed the mask from his face,
revealing, as he did so, the well known
features Of the kind hearted, noble Butch-
er of Notre Dame.
at was a narrow rub, Philip, but yet
you are safe"
"God bless you, my generous FRIEND =
fervently calculated the youth, as he gazed
gratefully up into his preserver face.
ut was, indeed, narrow escape, but 1t
is nevertheless an escape; and that is
enough. But how in Heavens name
did you accomplish this %
"Ah," returned Simon, with smile.
''these passages serve me well. l found
long since, that they conducted to the
dungeons of the Holy Inquisition; but
the present inquisitors know it not. -
"And these men-who are they Z"
asked the young man. pointing to Simon's
companions, most of whom had either
removed their masks, or were now doing
so.
"Friends of mine" returned the Butch
er. They are noble men. even though the
tide of blood that runs in their veins Is
plebean. They are boatmen of the Seine
all of them, who ply about the Quai ee
lPArcheveche. They Joined me in tins
adventure without coaxing. and theif
hearts are in the right places"
Philip gazed first upon the speaker
and then upon the stout men whose prom