Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1878-12-12

ss& At morn 1t glitter'd in the ray.
An angel wandering from his sphere,
Who saw this bright, this frozen gem,
~ To dew-ey'd pity brought the tear -
And placed 1t in her diadem.n
-Nutioaal Repository for Novenater.
A KINGS NEW-YEAR'S NIGHT.
It was in the evening of the 3lst of
December, 1899, that King Henery w. Of
France lay yawning on the sumptuous
lounge of his sitting room, in the mag
nificent palace of the Louvre, in Paris.
He was then forty. seven years old, but
looked much younger. He had accom-
plished what almost every body at the time
had deemed an utter impossibility-he
had made himself the sole and sovereign
ruler Of one Of the great nations Of the
Old World, which, until then, had been
torn into discordant and bitterly hostile
factions. He had made France more
powerful than ever, and, with tho assist.
nnce of the great Sully, restored the pop
ular prosperity to such an extent, that
every body said, "France has never before
had such great and wise Monarch"
At the same time his personal amiabil-
ity and magnetism were such that the
people idolized him, and that he could do
with impunity what none Of his Royal
predecessors had dared to do-namely,
to 20 out alone and unarmed in the dead
Of night into the streets of Paris, which
were then narrow, crooked and very dark.
But Henry ~, Notwithstanding his ex
traordinary successes and his proverbial
good humor, had at times the blues, AID
such was the case on this occasion
. "These incessant stiff court festivals"
he said to himself, shave become disgust
ing to me. This is New Years night, and
l do not intend to spend it in the midst
of my fawning courtiers. Ibelieve will
sally out into tho street in plain attire
and mjngle with the people. That will
be by far more amusing to me-"
He dotted his rich velvet suit, donned
rather threadbare clothes, put on an old
soldiers hat, filed his pockets with gold
pieces, wrapped himself into a white
cloak, and left the palace through Sc
cret passage without being seen by any,
body.
As he stepped into the street, neigh
boring clock struck ten. He walked
hastily over tho vaulting bridge that
spanned the Seine, and soon found him.
self in that labyrinth Of narrow and
crooked streets where the bulk of the
Partisan population lived at that time.
The streets were crowded yet, for the
Parisans always went late to bed.
Bending into the Rue de Courboys,
the disguised King saw large crowd fol-
lowing a strange procession, which
moved toward the eastern end of the
street.
Accelerating his steps, the King was
not long in overtaking this procession.
He was surprised beyond measure up
on perceiving that it consisted of half
naked women, whom some twenty arch
ers were drag ging along. The women
were weeping and sobbing, and the crowd
seemed to 81 mpathize with them.
At last the procession halted in front
of large and brilliant building.
1t was the Office of the Lieutenant of
Police. Monsieur Dc Goroy, one Of the
most influential men in the country, as
his powers extended all over France
The archers dragged the unfortunate
pris onrs INTO the vestibule of the office.
There young man received them
"Bawds', he said to them, harghtily,
tonight you will receive your fifty lashes
here and to morrow the same dose at the
Spinning house, whele you will be con-
fined for five years"
The young women burst into loud la
mentations. Many of them prott sted
EN- phatically that they were respectable
girls, and that the archers had dragged
them wantonly out of the houses of their
parents. The man who had announced
their sad fate to them, turned his back
on them scornfully, and ordered the
archers to take them to the Whipping
post, when Henry w., who had quietly
entered the place, said to him:
"uow do you know that these women
are bawdsl'
I'VE have to leave that to the archers
who arrest them," answered the man. "At
any rate, it's none of your business, old
fellow. Get out of here!'
"Ho, hop rejoined the King. ''None
Of your impertinence. l am the bearer
of a message to Monsieur de Goroy, His
Majesty's Lieutenant of Police"
"Ah!"
"Where can find Monsieur De Goroy2'
HE is at carousal at the Golden
Hart tavern I'm his nephew, Chandon
De Vicitry, and attend to his business in
his absence. Where is your message2'
"You won't get it, young chap. All, il
King Henry w. knew how you were car
rying on here!"
"You mean about those women2"
"Well, yes"
"Pardieu, Monseigneur De Culavry
the Governor of Paris, told my uncle the
other day there were toe many bawds in
Paris, and 80 be must arrest every night
forty or fifty girls"
II thought the Lieutenant of Police
did not receive any orders from any body
but the King9"
"Old fellow, you are right. But he
does, though, and how is the King going
to find it QUIT Henry w. pays no at:
tention to such trifles. Thoy say that he
is now revolving in his mind plan tc
conquer the whole world"
"Maybe he will, one day. remarked
tho King, significantly.
do you know Henry w. then?'
no / know him3" fought very close
to His Majesty at the battle of Ivry."
"Ah! You are an old soldier, then
Come with me into the room, and tell me
some of your stories about the pars. ]
have some nice warm spiced wine inside.
You will like ii. It's genuine New.
Years Night drink. What is your
name2"
mo matter. My comrades call me
Old White Panache. Lot US have some
Of your wine.
my name9 Oh, l told you it was
De Vicitry. Well, follow me-"
The King was not long in discovering
that his host was fast getting intoxicated