Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-02-28

"DO you see that person yonder2" she
said suddenly. eff am not much mis-
taken it is the Duke of Guise."
"Par6leu!' said he; ''why this is Mas
cali. What, are you marricd9'
"He does not know me-" sighed the
lady. II must have altered"
Mascali had, however, whispered a sim
gle word into the Dukes car, and he
started as if struck by thunderbolt;
but instantly recovering himself, he has
tily took off his hat and bowed nearly to
the ground.
II beg your forgiveness" said he, "but
my eyes are grown so weak, and l could
so little expect to have the honor Of meet
"For the love of God" interrupted the
lady hastily, "name me not here. A title
would too strangely contrast with MY
present circumstances. Have you been
long in Cologne9"
'Three days. am on my way from
Italy. took refuge here when our COM
mon enemy drove me forth and confiscat-
ed all my earthly goods. l am going to
Brussels"
"And what are your advices from
France2 Is the helm still in the hands of
that wretched caitiffl"
"Hei is in the zenith of his power"
"See, my Lord Duke, your fortunes
and my own are much alike. You the
son of a man who, had he not too much
despised danger, might we'll have set the
crown on his own head, and l, once the
queen of the mightiest nation in the uni
verse; and now both of us alike-adieu,"
she said suddenly, and drawing herself
up, ''the sight Of you my Lord Duke has
refreshed me much, and I pray that for
tune may once more smile upon your
steps"
"Permit me to attend your majesty
to-"
A slight color tinged the lady's fea-
lures as she answered with gentle COM
manding tone:
"Lcave us, my Lord Duke; it is our
pleasure" IEa
Guise bowed low, and taking the lady 8
hand, he pressed it reverently to his lips.
At the corner of the street he met some
one, to whom he pointed out the old lady,
and then fastened away.
The next morning knock at the door
announced a person who was inquiring
for Monsieur Mascall; he had small
package for him, and also billet. In
side of this was written:
1.-TWO hundred louis dor constitute
the whole of my present fortune; one
hundred send for your use. GUIsE."
And the package contained hundred
lois dor
The sum thus obtained sufiiced to sup
ply the wants of the pair two long years,
but the last louis dor had been changed,
and the lady and her companion are still
without friendly succor. The shoemaker
and his wife had undertaken a journey to
Aix-la- Chapelle, to take up some small
legacy. It was the 18th of February,
1889. A low sound of moaning might
have been heard issuing from u garnet; a
withered form, more like a skeleton than
thing of flesh and blood, was lying on
a wretched bed of straw in the agonies of
death. The moans grew more and more
distinct; slight rattle in the throat was
at length the only audible sound, and this
also ceased. An hour later an old man,
dressed in rags and tatters, entered the
chamber; but one word had escaped his
lips as he stumbled up the rickety stair
case, "Nothing, nothing" He drew near
the bed listlessly, but in a moment he
seized the arms of the corpse with con-
vulsive motion, and letting it suddenly
fall, he cried:
Dead, dead Of hunger. cold and starvationr'
And this lady was Marc of Medicis,
wife Of Henry ~, Queen Regent Of
France. mother of Louis XII. of Isabella,
Queen Of Spain; of Henrietta, Queen of
England; Of Christianna, Duchess OF Sa-
voy; Of CASTOR, Duke Of Orleans-dead OF
hunger, cold and misery and Louis XIII. :,
the cowardly tool of Richelieu, his moth
er's murderer, is still called "the Just"