Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1864-06-30
into a small closet, and sought repose on

the hard floor.
The next morning the lady was s.
much better that her attendant proposed
che should leave the house for a momen
or two, and he succeeded in getting he
forth as far as the Place St. Cecilia.
was seldom that she left the house, fo
notwithstanding the meanness of he
dress, there was that about her carriag,
which rendered it difficult to avoid un
pleasant observation.
"Do you see that person yonder," sale
she, suddenly. "If I AM not much mis-
taken, it is certainly the Duke of Guise.
The strangers attention had also beer
attracted, and he now approached them.
"ParJleu!" said he; "why this is Mas
cali What, are you married?"
"He does not know me-" sighed thu
lady; Il must indeed be altered"
Mascali had, however, whispered {
single word in the Dukes ear, and he
started as if struck by thunderbolt; bu
instantly recovering himself, he hastily
uncovered, and bowed nearly to the
ground.
II beg your forgiveness" he said
'but my eyes are grown SO weak, and
could so little expect to have the honor O
meeting you"-
"For the love of God, name me no
here A title would too strongly con
trast with my present circumstances
Have you been long at Cologne?"
"Three days. 1 am on my way from
Italy. l took refuge there when our
common enemy drove me forth and con
fiseated all my earthly goods. 1 am 60
ing to Brussels"
"And what are your advices from
France Is the helm still in the hand.
of that wretched caitiff?"
"He is in the zenith of his power"
"See, my lord duke, your fortunes ant
my own are much alike. You, the sor
Of man who, had he not too much de
spised danger, might well have set til,
crown on his own head, and I, once tn,
Queen of the mightiest nation in the uni
verse-and now both of us are alike
But adieu," she said suddenly, and draw
ing herself up, 'thc sight of you, my
lord duke. has refreshed me much, and
pray that fortune may once more shin,
in your steps"
Permit me to attend your maest,
a slight color tinged the lady's fea
lures as she answered with gently com
manding tone: leave US, my lord duke
it is our pleasure"
Guisc bowed low. and taking the lady
hand, he pressed it reverently to his lips
At the corner he met some one, to whom
he pointed out the lady, and then hast
ened away.
The next morning knock at the doc
announced person inquiring for Mon
sieur Mascali; he had 4 small packet 70
her. and also billet. Inside this wa
d stinctly written: Two hundred louis
dors constitute the whole of my presen
fortune; one hundred I send for you
use. GUIsE."
And the packet contained hundre'
l0uisdorS.' The sum thus obtained suf
feed to supply the wants Of the pair tw
long years. But the last louiselor ha,
been changed, and the lady and her com
panion were still without friendly succor
The shoemaker and his wife had sndeg
taken journey to Aix-la-Clrapelle, t
take up some small legacy 1t was o.
the 10th of February, 1912. A 10,
sound of moaning might have been hear
issuing from the garrct; witfrered fe
male form, more like a skeleton than
thing of flesh and blood, was lying on
bed of straw in the agonies of death
The means grew more indistinct; and
slight rattling in the throat was at lengt
the only audible sound, and this ais
ceased. An hour later an old man
dressed in rags and tattcrs, entered tn
chamber. One only word had escape
his lips, as he tumbled up the. fallin
staircase: Nothing! Nothing" He dre'
near the bed listlessly, but in momer
he seized the arm of the corpse with
convulsive motion, and letting it suddenl
fall, he cried: Dead, dead, of hunger
cold, and starvation"'
And this lady was Mary of Medicis
wife of Henry Nv; Queen Regent {
France; mother of Louis XIII; of Isa
bella, Queen of Spain; of Henrietts
Queen of England; of Christiana, Duel
ess Of Savoy; of Castor, Duke of Orlean.
dead of hunger, cold, and misery; an
yet Louis XIII, the cowardly tool (
Riehelieu, his mothers murderer, is sti
called tl,e "Just."
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