The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-09-21

tongues their pretty lips. and opened
their ewes where meekness and do
cility were blended. He let the
more forward play with a dangling
hand poor hand OF the great man
who burned his blood in vigils over
an endangered kingdom. from which
their deepest scratch could have
drawn not a drop-and mumbled the
ring of power akin to that of Sol
ONION. whilst smiling to them. but
frowning inwardly, he proceeded in
soliloquy inaudible beyond his reach,
SO weak was his voice after the late
animated colloquy.
1.-THE flames are mounting" said
he. THE salamander Of Francis the
First might be at home here, but my
scanty locks crisp up in premon ition
of being singed. But salvus in igne-
Rlchelleu may succumb yet renOwn
will never de- as saith the ancient
ballad. silly audience, so unap-
preciative, it lets the groundlings
hurl stones at their principal his
torian of this dusty theater of the
world. y
He read, corrective pen in hand,
the manuscript volume on one side
of his place; but all at once he
started violently.
81 had forgotten the cream tempt
ing the cats! Julie! all v1rtuous
creature; but blanche cOuleur est tot
tachee-the ermine is soonest
smirched. l thought my name
would guard her even among the
Oft beset maids-of-honor But no."
His eye dwelt upon the papers left
by his shadow the leaden sphinx,
if he were the brazen one. ''Not
content with seeking my life, they
would play my ward on the hook of
their state angle. Her father,
Mortemar, was my friend when
wore sword and before had flat
terers; and when he died, young
in years, not in service to our coun-
try, he had nothing to bequeath but
that girl to me. But [ will find her
dowry to mate with the mightiest!
'.Meseems, though, she is droop-
ing at the court Can she love
love one of those painted flies? There
is Cinq- Mars, though he is enamored
of politics; Sourd1ac; ST Simon, fro
ward boy; Baradas-no, he is
guileless youth, deceitful, and deceit
AE1O O1OEO anu ScSh A4OVOl CA1LA4O
to the level where her fancy floats in
the empyrean. Such my daughter
dear instinctively fears and shuns
him. / have heard her cite him as
even more tiresome than his melan-
choly majesty, Louis, styled the just.
The Just, because" he commented
smilingly, as one who knew the Sc
cret history not only of his own
time, but of that where Sally pre-
coded him, '.he allowed his father,
the Concini. to be slain without
Judgment. do not forget myself so
far as to allow me to become the
center of ring of swordsmen!
Neither this kinglet nor the
courtier. and yet some one. Her fiut-
terings to escape at confession point
to the fact. Pray heaven she loves
some man, and not barbar's block,
like Lady Montague; a headsman's
block like Lady Maugiron, and a
money-chest like Marion gloats upon
my sweet, my witty Marion, most
valuable of M spies in petticoats
| need some active youth to supplant
the favorite, balk the king, and baf-
fie all their schemes-one who with
honor and courage, qualities that
eagle-plume mems souls, and fit them
for the fiercest sun that ever melted
the weak, waxen minds that futter
in the beams OF gaudy power! That
sounds well!-prose that, wi tn
little trimming, will befit my trag-
edy." He paused to write on a scrap
of paper, and placed it with similar
notes in the portfolio, inclosing the
has taste, b. the way, rare in sol
der. remember when my first play
was acted to dull tiers of 11feless
gapers, who had no soul for poetry,
1 saw him warmly applaud, and in
the proper places! A man of such
uncommon promise ought not to be
my foe. Have | not foes enough?
Perchance l can weld him into a
friend, for great men gain dOubly
when they make foes friends. My
grand maxims are first to employ all
methods to conciliate, and, failing
these, all means to crush" he added,
fercely.
..Hark! there is noise in the
court. IT'S Huguet with his cap
ture. Farewell. good sword! States
can be saved without you. Open
and enter'"
But instead of the surIy mien of
his man-at arms, there entered by
the usual door young lady in court
attire.
Julie, 4" said the cardinal, with
delightful smile, which no one would
have expected to surprise upon the
features of the artful and malicious
governor of the distracted kingdom.
''My sweet julien
Cardinal, u she said, throwing her
self at his violet slippers, and let
ting her many curls ripple around
her lovely face. Are you gracious
this early morning. May I say,
father?n
Now and ever.
Father" she repeated, taking a
fOot-stool before him in the great
arm chair. where he sank exhausted
with his recent excitement lit is a
sweet word to an orphan"
NO, not an orphan while Richie
lieu lives.
His aged eyes bent on hers one OF
those looks of intense fOndness which
the lonely lord lad bestowed on no
human being since he had married