Des Arc weekly citizen., 1869-03-16

wound, from nose, and ears, and mouth, as he fell prostrate, and Charles stood over him, leaning On his aveng- ing weapon and gazing sadly into his stiffening features--"Fctch him a priest" exclaimed De Meyers, for by my halidome he will not live ten minutes.1
 'If he live Ave-" cried the King ris- ing from his seat, eff he live five, he will live long enough to die upon the block--for he lies there a felon and convicted traitor, and by my soul he shall die felon's doom; bu. bring him priest quickly"
 The old monk ran across the lists, and raised the head'of the dying man. and held the crucifix aloft before his glazing eyes, and called upon him to repent and to confess as he would have salvation.
 Faint and half chokcd with blood he filtered forth the words-s.I dol do confess guilty--ohl double guilty!- pardon! oh God-Charles F. Marguer- itc l''--and as the words died on his quiyering lips he sank down fainting with the excess of agony.
 "Hol there! guards, headsman"- shouted Henry, .ofr with him-otl' with the villain to the block, before he die an honorable death by the sword of as good knight as ever fought for glory!'
 Then De La-IIire knelt down beside the dying man, and took his hand ill his own and raised it tenderlv, while faint gleam of his conciousness kin died the palid fcatures--'May God as freely pardon thee as I do, oh my cous- tin !''-- then turning to the king You have admitted, sire, that 1 have served you faithfully and well-nevcr yet have sought reward at your hand -let this now be my guerdon. Much have suffered, even thus let mo not feel that my King has increased my suflerings by consigning one of my blood to the headsman's blow pardon him, sire, as do--who have the most cause of offence pardon him. gracious King, as we all hope that King high CT yet shall pardon him and us, who be all sinners in the sight of his all seeing eye!H
 Be it so" answered Henry--'it never shall be said of me that French King refused his bravest soldiers first claim upon his justice--bcar him 10 his pavilion!"
 And they did bear him to his pavil ion, deckcd as it was for revelry and feasting, and they laid him there ghast- Iy and gashod and gory upon the fcs- tive board, and his blood strcamed among the choice wines, and the scent of death chilled the rich fragrance of the flowers--an hour! and he was dead who had invited others to triumph over his cousins slaughter--an hour! and the court lackeys shamcfully spoiled and plundercd the rcpast which had been spread for noblcs.
 And now, continued Henry, talk ing the hand of Marguerite-"iiere is the victors prize--wilt have him, Mar gueritc ?-- fore heaven but he has won thee nobly !-wilt hsge her, De La Hire methiuks her tears and beauty may yet atone for ticklencss produced by treason such as his who now shall never more bctary, nor lie, nor sin for ever.-'
 sire replied De La.IIire very firmly, T pardon her, love her yeti but wed not dishonor!'
 "Heis right, said the pale gifl--"he is right, ever right and noble-for what have such as to do with wedlock Fare the well ,--Charlcs--- dear, honor ed Charles .--The nIists of this world are clearing away from mine eyes, and see now that loved thee best-thee only: Fare thee well, noble one, for get the wretch who has so deeply wronged thee--forget me and be hap py. For me shall right soon be free Y
 Not so--not so, replied King Hen ry, misunderstanding her meaning mot so, for I have sworn it, and though l may pity thee, l may not be orsworn--to-morrow thou must to q convent, there to abide foreverw
 And that will not be long, answer ed the girl, a glcam of her old pride
 
 and impctuosity lighting up her fair features.
 "By heaven, say forever,' cried Henry, stamping his foot on the ground angrily.
 And reply, not long!"
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