Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-08-10

ned TO the STRIPPING, who had begun
to wall worse than ever, "have no
further concern. My striving will
be a short one"
In truth the announcement acted
as a sopori6c. In quite a gentle
tone the giant guardsman was heard
TO responds
"Let my lord enter"
'It's the air." remarked the jailer,
with n grin. as he handed tho Ian
tern by its ring to the royal valet.
''Lor'! I've known it to tame perfect
tigers OF war in four and twenty
hours"
There being no more money to ex-
poet, be leisurely assembled tho
greasy stairs with a familiarity
which easily dispensed with the light
and humming SO jocund an air that
it must have seemed mockery to his
immured subjects.
In the meantime the door had
swiftly and violently closed. The
page had dropped the cloak from his
eyes as dry as bone.
"A sweet resort of the abhorrcnce
OF my sex, ye rats and mice, whom |
implore not to scamper hither. have
| brought myself TO. All, Marion, if
you venture so much for the gentle
man whom you once a1ored, what
would you do for him always your
idol? But how is our scent vial get
ting on with my papa9 1t sounds as
If their conversation was inter
spersed with raps on the wall. SO
far so we'll. Alas! what then? this
wretch was sent to Baradas in order
to sell the scroll to ransom life o
heaven, on what a thread hangs
hope II Father Joseph had sue
ceeded. | should not be the slender
thread | speak OF. Hank! their chat
ter is growing warm-that was tap
on the wall like the smacks OF the
giants mace upon the log which fig
ured for the giantkillers body. /
believe they are fighting. Why not?
for the letter, of course.
Marion-for the reader has long
since OWNED who was this valiant
little body-was struck by the idea
that though the gloom prevented any
ray of the lantern from entering the
passage. there must be some hole in
the wall By which the sounds met
her ear. At length, by rising on
tip-toe and feeling the Shiny stones,
she found sort OF CONCEAL hole, the
smaller end leading into the cell.
and the larger, though too little for
mans egress. barred thickly. She
leaped up, caught this grating. and
drew herself up to the air hole; her
fine feet found a hold where no mans
foot could have been inserted.
The lantern was burning within.
and she could scarcely more than
discern two shadows graphing and
finally falling. Both rose, and the
much larger shape seemed to melt
into the other, then both fell and
the larger rose alone. But in the
next division of time it sank halt it's
height, and she heard distinctly the
cry in Huguet's voice
Curses on the minion! with their
Italian tricks with tho dagger, he
has ruined me. Oh, to die thus
miserablyw
Then she lost sight of him; he was
out of her visual ray, stumbling Ia
the door. Her impulse was to fly,
but conquering her terror and her
repugnauce, Marion pushed the door.
and between them ii opened.
Huguet was on his knees holding
| his side.
whats this" he calculated, In
surprise.
"Huguet, you know me, Marion
Delorme! You are hurt-mortally
perhaps. AS you have a soul to be
saved-and will give half my for.
tune in masses-redeem it OF the sir
of selling our great master, by
handing me that letter OF the con
spirators You see, I know all"
He fell back, but raised himself
again; then he drew himself to the
wall and leaned against it.
TO DE CONTINUED.