Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-06-22
Cardinal RicheIieu.
Founded on tho Play OF "Richelieu," by
Lord Lytton.
CHAPTER II.
The Life OF Damocles.

The Lille OF Damocles.
In the largest and handsomest new
house in that Rue Richelieu which
the cardinal had opened to give his
palace breathing on the side
toward that wood of Boulogne ever
cited in the chronicles of Paris, the
revels were held high and late.
The grand room presented one Of
those scenes which the prevalent
vice of gambling heightened by the
tables being laden with gold and
silver coins, crown-pieces. doubloons,
and precious stones, which were still
employed as q sort Of coin. Mirrors,
paintings, and gildings were inter
mixed with statues bearing baskets
filled with fruit and flowers. There
was a long table loaded with re-
freshments at the end opposed to the
gallery on high, where q band of
violins and flutes played soft Italian
music and the popular madrigals..
There were beautiful women pres
ent, but the hostess, then in scarce
her thirtieth year, had been so rarely
and bounteously gifted by nature in
both face and figure that she could
not be seen to permit comparison
She wore her own fair hair in
punches of small curls, u magnificent
lace collar reaching to her shoulders,
over body of that blue hue which
the niece of Mazarin, years after,
lifted into vogue, pearls and dia
monds, white satin skirt embroider-
cd with 1.-THE Canadian diamonds -
a pebble which the colonizers were
sending home as specimens of that
bleak new-fOund-land-an white
velvet slippers. Her mouth was so
small as to seem a caricature Of
woman's, but fresh and unsmeared
with vermillion; her cars, most
pretG and softly pink; and her eyes
really blue, bat seemed to be violet
in the shadow of the long lashes.
She moved about from table to
table, now bestowing on player
"the lucky look" he besought TO
"change the rum" now sharing a
glass Of white wine from her native
Champagne with a courtier; then
throwing the dice for another luck
less gamester; signing for the
musicians to play more loudly. or to
the troop OF domestics TO replenish
the table of comestibles. There
seemed not TO escape her the move
ments of a single guest, his inter-
iections IN anger or delight, and yet
it was all the true hostess line of
duty.
'|On the peril of my life, Boring
hem said sonorous voice among
one group of players whom a sweet
word OF the lady had checked in a
rising wrangle. Il shall see the
sister of this ruling star never again
Your Marion is so much superior
and yet there is q resemblance, by'r
name! | shall sigh for the unattain-
able pattern, whilst the copy is q
perpetual reminder.
"Never a moment more favorable,
Mauprat, returned the other man.
Her marriage de conscience with
Cinq-Mars is dissolved and Marion is
free"
"But poor soldier"
"Pooh! She's good heart ant
scorns no poverty but that of spirit. >
land I-come to think of it-coulC
never love such nonpareil with {
whole heart"
Then turn away. Marion is like
tho Venus of old, and commands un.
divided worship Like her too, she
is all the old monkish tutor woulC
translate to me OF the hymn to tn,
goddess who inspires her; admirabl,
to conciliate, a daughter OF heaven
an anquisher-victrix omnium!'
a. ,,,ir ~ ~
miracle. De Beringhen knows
word OF Latin" cried one of thei,
companions.
"And add. SAID the nobleman ap
pealed to. as he slowly passed witt
an amicable nod to tho gentleman
called Mauprat, 'that our Mariol
cast her spell over the red cardinal!
At the name a deeper silence an
a sharp chill was diffuscd. Tn
soldier Mauprat started. gnawed hi
lip with a change of color which ex
tended so as TO blanch il also, an
in "A moment frowned as il he ha
lost all the pile of money and jewel
before him.
''What does IL matter?" cried he
making an effort TO smile as before
18th ecklessness 81 not enjoyment
"As well by the AK as by wind 10 meet "
ground.
There's only one life In this world TO
found "
ode Beringhen, shall be please
to see you at our table, the prince;
when his highness arrives"
Immediately. for / am at my las
score. What playa. has befalle
all the train great gus and petit
pieces" added De Beringhe.. smilin
at the vein turning you and Bal
adas and every other man seer
gloomy as crows who flock to