The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-10-12
Cardinal RicheIieu.
Founded on the Play OF ''Richelieu,''
Lord LyttOn.
CHAPTER VI-CoNr1NUBD.


discourse on this theme. Meet me
tonight az Marion's where the
prince of Orleans and kindred spirits
go to dream of Richelieu dead, and
the king e-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"
s.No, no, I was asked no questions;
no conditions were imposed upon me
ere wedding henry lost Oue!''
That's like the demon! once you
were bound, he would have made
you again familiar with the turret
chambers of the Bastile-perhapst the
rack! No, am sure you are true.
You would not betray me. your
neigh Dor, your fellOw-townsman,y your
Oldest friend!' said Baradas hypO-
critically. ''But again. l 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
OSN
when without the portals.
..He only bites at vengeance. I"
murmured he, ''and 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 tho block; but best let him
murder Richelieu, then die for that
crime, while [ console his Julie.
From the wrecks of France it is l
shall carve out-who knowsP-per-
chance 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, anu DICnSI4Ou . E0pEOO1 AdU
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 cham Der
whittier Lady Hautfort had violently
conducted her. before another door
opened, and there appeared a 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 her
at his feet till she rose indignant.
He child her as if she were a child
for having left her duties in the pal
ace without the formal request OBJ,
tanned, and then flashing himself into
fury, exorbitant as far merely as her
offense was grave, reproached her for
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 as
he loudly proclaimed the bond un
| lawful, whatever the cardinal might
say, and then. abruptly throwing of
the f1imsy mask, spoke of his true
reason for tearing her from the
chevalier. He declared his love in
that arrogant tone which already he
had assumed, though never a lady
killer. But he encountered more
majesty in that girls honest heart
$nan dwells within the crowned and
sceptered anger of a hundred kings
He was slIenced, and listened to hel
outburst and vIndication of her sex
humbled and abashsd SaS seonEas~ she
had viewed his villainy apart from
the veil. In the end he, the ruler
of millions, crept from the room like
q weasel on whom all the hens haC
triumphantly fallen. and not till he
lay on his thorny pillow did he be
gin to vow vengeance not only upor
her, but upon Mauprat, the insig
nificant but successful rival, anC
their great abettor.
In this marvelously suitable MOOD
ne was intruded upon by Baradas.
He had also gone through his tria
with the pride-wounded girl. II
vain he had sought to soothe, fawl
and Halter; then he let fall hints o
treachery, and stung at last b!
jules disdain, the 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
bitter tears He whispered the hor
ror to her ear that Adrien knew al
about the kings suit. and deemed /
honor She had been long enougl
the queens maid-of-honor TO hav
heard many similar hideoOs tale @
the court, and it seemed to her tina
much that had been mystery wa
unraveled. and she saw the imposto
where she loved the god.
Baradas left her in despair, whic
he believed would render her a
weak as = pnppet; but when he re
turned to bring her before the kin
the cage was empty-she had fed
He doubted not that her fight tend
ed rather to Richelfeu than the ma