Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-07-20
Cardinal RicheIieu.
Founded on the Play Of "Iichelicu," by
Lord Lytton.
CHAPTER VI-CoNT1YUED.

"You shall yet crush his malice,
whispered Baradas, in his lowest
tone. "But this is the last place to
discourse on this thcme. Meet me
tonight a. Marion's where the
prince OF Orleans and kindred spirits
go to dream of Richelieu dead, and
the king re-born-Louis spelt Gas
ton, another son of Maria of the Med
icis, upon the throne!"
"But L"
"Beguiled by the crafty fiend, you
have been tempted to betray your
brothers."
"No, no, was asked no questions;
no conditions were imposed upon me
ere wedding henry lost onen'
That's like the demon once you
were bound. he would have made
you again familiar with the turret
chambers of the Bastile-perhaps the
rack! No, l am sure you are true
You would not betray me. your
neighbor, your cllow-townsman.y your
oldest friend!" said Baradas hypo-
critically. but again. / forget
where we stand. These priests are
not our friends. Tonight, at Mar
ions"
He laid his be-ringed finger across
his lips, and stole from the cardinals
palace, breathing less incumbered
when without the portals.
He only bites at vengeance"
murmured he. land he starts at high
treason; so l will not let him into
the chief council of plotters. Yet be
he but the sentinel at the door, that
will be enough to doom his head
again to the block; but best let him
murder Richelieu, then die for that
crime, while | console his Julie.
From the wrecks OF France it is
shall carve out-who knows?-per-
chance a throne! all in despite of my
lord cardinal"
In the meantime, Mauprat left the
palace also, not jocund. but dead at
the heart He walked unwittingly
to the river. and found no relief in
the rainy wind that blew from the
wood of Passy.
Looking toward the Louvre. his
fancy peopled the windows with
phantoms; in each gilded coach he
saw the monarch beside his Julie.
He turned away from the palace, re-
moving his hand from his sword, for
regicide was an awful word in the
ear of a nobleman of the Seventeenth
century, and Richelleu's reproof had
fallen on suitable soil
Julie was in the Louvre, sure
enough and never more in direr
need, OF his sword, poor creature!
She had not been left alone for
more than an hour in the chamber
whittier Lady Hautfort had violently
conducted her. before another door
opened, and there appeared figure
which had always overcome, with its
natural lack OF prepossession, her
training of Difference and worship OF
royalty.
Louis the Thirteenth had nothing
French about him in his sad, long.
drawn face, dark complexion and
black mustache He seldom laughed
he was now frowning. He left heI
at his feet till she rose indignant.
He chld her az if she were a child
for having left her duties in the pal
ace without tho formal request OBJ
tanned, and then flashing himself into
fury, exorbitant as far merely as hel
offense was grave, reproached her fol
the idea OF such scandalously hasty
nuptials as she confessed to be in
contemplation. He showed no rule
of reason and no regard of right a:
he loudly proclaimed the bond un
lawful, whatever the cardinal might
say, and then. abruptly throwing of
the flimsy mask. spoke OF his true
reason for tearing her from the
chevaier. He declared his love il
that arrogant tone which already h,
had assumed, though never lady
killer. But he encountered NOR,
majesty in that girls honest hear
than dwells Within tho crowned anC
sceptered anger of hundred kings
He was sllenced. and listened to he
outburst and vIndication of her Sc,
hlmbled and abashed as soon es sh,
had viewed his villainy apart from
the veil In the end he, the rule
OF millions, crept from the room lik
weasel on whom all the hens hat
triumphantly fallen. and not till h.
lay on his thorny pillow did he be
gin to vow vengeance not only upol
ner. but upon Mauprat, tho insig
nifcant but successful rival, an
their great abettor.
In this marvelously suitable moo
he was intruded upon by Baradas.
He had also gone through his tria
with the pride-wounded girl. j
vain he had sought TO soothe, faw
and Aatter; then he let fall hints G
treachery. and stung at last b
jules disdain, tho dim and glim
mering sense OF his cloaked word
broke forth into holder light. A
that her naughty spirit failed her
and. weak woman again. she wep