The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1866-12-23

He was calm and serene, and his reception
of his guest bland and cordial. {" Ny other
friends have disappointed me-" he quietly
said, land We will not await them longer.
We will place ourselves st the table forth
with. AiloRs, non chsy hesident.' Ihe
banQuet was luxurious and delicious. The
wines were exquisite. Host and guest pledg-
ed each other in cups OF gold. The gaiety
of the former excited that of the latter, and
soon forgetting any suspicion, Ferrigny
abandoned himself to the winning hospitality
of his entertainer. When the Baron saw his
gaest entirely given up to the pleasures OF
the occasion, and reposing TRANQUILITY on the
assurance Of friendship which he had at in>
tervals lavished upon him, he suddenly look
ed him in the face with . serious air and said,
!" Are you a good Christian, Seigneur Presi-
dent2" Certainly" was the reply, why
do you ask that Turn your head and
look, said the Baron. Ferrigny did SO, and
trembled. In an adjoining room, behind a
curtain which had just been raised, was an
open coffin on bier. Around it were a
dozen figures clothed like monks, each with a
long wax taper lighted in his hand, and sol
emnly chanting the funeral service of the
side was an executoner, clothed in red, and
"By the loss Of my suit am poorer by q
hundred thousand livres. You are the sole
cause thereof, and you thus willed it from the
beginning, Guy Ferrigny," cried Montmayeur
in voice Of thunder "If yon are good
Christian, ~ you say, commend your soul to
God, for you must die.
Frozen by these terrible words, the unhap-
py President could not at first reply. AT
length, recovering his presence of mind, he
said.
"Baron, beg yoa will cease this cruel
pleasantly.
.'It is no pleasantly" was the response.
"Offer up your last prayer forthwith; neihing
can save you now" said the ferocious Baron,
on whose iron countenance the certainty Of
gratified revenge had already impressed the
hneaments of fend.
In vain we're the piteous appeals Of the vic
tim for his wife, his children and his own
safety. AT a signal from the Baron the pre-
tended monks came forward and seized the
President. A second later and his head had
fallen beneath the axe.
On the morrow the lord Of Montmay eur
mounted his horse and departed for CHAINS
berry. Behind him be placed leathern bag,
which had lately held the papers relating to
his law suit. On his arrival he went at once
10 the Senate our Lordships, said he 10
the judges who had already assembled, and
were awaiting the arrival Of the chief. "One
thing was wanting for the completion of my
case; have brought it to you. With these
words he placed the bag upon the Presidents S
desk and departed. after politely saluhng
them. Time went on aud the magistrate did
not appear. Ias 5unge at lenfth, seeing
seme drops Of blood on his desk, opened the
bag and beheid the head of the unfortunate
Guy de Ferrigny. So much for the admins
trstion of jastice in the Middle Ages. Every
effort was made to bring the murderer to JUS
tice in spite Of his power sni wealth. He
was out lswsd, and his property confiscated
He took refuge in his rocky stronghold and
deiied the law for years. What became of
ham neither history nor tradition ever told
lnfamy made him famous, and his evil life
was handed down to posterity linked with a
thousand crimes.