The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-09-14

altar; IL VIII warn those who stay a
kneeling. but scolch those who lift a
hand unto it. If l ever win eleva-
ton, Beringhen. it will be by daring
the pellets from the brazen warders
| of fortalice. and not by lip-labor. F"
The shaft hit home, for even the
courtier's perfumed and powdered
epidermis shrank, aud he hastily re
marked with assumed kindness
ssBnt you are .neglecting your
cards. chevalier, and it is time you
should heed them"
Indeed, luck had deserted the first
winner; but he bore the reverse as
uninterestedly as his good fortune.
He filed glass to the brim. and
SAYING, 1.-The Egyptian syren dis
solved her richest jewel in draught.
| Would could so melt time and all
it's treasures. and drain it thusp' he
drained it to the last bubble of
liquid ruby.
Double the stakes. said Boring
hen.
Done. But again he lost
bravo! faith it shames me to
bleed purse at the last gasp al
ready" said the courtier
NAY, as you've had the patient to
yourself so long. no other doe tor
should dispatch it than you, the
royal valet. 4"
They had replaced the cards with
the spotted bones, but there was an
alteration in the result Lady Mau-
giron, who had been leaning affec-
tionately on the back of Mauprat's
chair, quietly left him. One or two
of the by-standers exchanged eX-
pressive glances, the loss of the lady
preceded by only a few moments that
of the knights last coin.
Zone throw more?" inquired the
kings valet
mo. I am q bankrupt. There goes
J all-except my honor and this" he
] touched his sword hit, a blade for
! fighting, no parade. And neither
are valuables at court. "
His antagonist was reckoning up
his winnings with the complacency
of q victor for the mere words of the
I defeated man.
1--WE do not want honor" retorted
a companion of the kings gentle
man. because we have a sufficiency
and as for the sword. take it to
Cardinal Richelieu, who gives gold
for steel when worn by brave men .
'.Richelieu! Clermont Richelieu.
you say?" repeated Mauprat, with a
darkening face.
''He seems no friend of YOU" OBJ
served Beringhen, looking at him in
some gravity, but the next moment
he rose with an effort, overburdened
with the gold in his pockets and the
wine in his head.
At the grand stairway Count Bar
adas stayed him, and learnt his vic
tory.
Wrecked Mauprat, eh?" with an
expression not to be interpreted by
one out of the secret of the heart Of
the favorite of the king. land you
leave him without u word of com
fort?'
Comfort" stammered De Boring
hen, ''when we gallant's have run
out friend there's nothing left-ex-
cept to run him through! there's the
last act of friendship" And pitch
ing forward. he had to run to keep
from falling, and disappeared
through the hodge of servants lining
the corridor
Baradas went over the steps they
had traced and paused contemplate
lively at the table where the defeated
gamester had been left alone He
had stretched out his legs and rested
his feet on the spurrowels in that
aggressive mode which may be no
ticed in the butchers dog basking
with elongated tail before the shop.
Gloomy. truculent Tuning at TIE
jingle OF coin and at the merriment
surrounding him, his black curly
haic matted to his forehead, his eyes
DULY blazing, he seemed one of those
dragon S teeth made men who sprang
up under the Cadmean charm.
Nevertheless. the experts eye
must have perceived that Adrian dc
Mauprat was not hardened By camp
life; if he chose to shed that winter
coat, so to call it, he could be a gal
liant cavalier Young, well-favored
he seemed constituted with the for
tune which he had lost to dwell il
enviable happiness. He was not in
dolent, and SO he chaffed at there be
ing no outlet for his energy He
was not vain, and so he was obIivi
Gus OF his figure! but still. he ought
to have been DESTROYS to live in the
daylight. not under the glimmer Of
tapers, follow flag ana not petit
coat, and hope for long years
After his long scrutiny, which no
one interrupted Count Barada.
placed h imself in one of the vacant
chairs beside the moody man. and
thus addressed him in q melodious
and soothing tone
ssAdrien. we were in boyhood com
panions. That 1 am high at court
should not lessen our old affection
rather should you do me the justice
to believe that should have come
to you as you ought to me were ouI
positions alternated. IF you have
lost [ have a well-flled purse. /
you seek a post you shall have it by
the dinting dart of death! | pledge
it. Come, come, there is nothing
should make you so sad. "
Sad" echoed the other, still
without looking up. Life and gold
have wings and must fly one day
open, then, their cages, and wish
them merry. 1 regret no more the
flight of one than that of the other.
Baradas shook his head. To him
Adrien was as great an enigma as tC