The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-10-12

her with an escort smalIeN. than he
would have ta6en but that he knew
that Huguet's guards were not likely
to oppose him. He had hidden his
cowardice with some tremendous
vaunts, but he felt his weakness as
he advanced
The clouds thickened as they left
Paris; and before long the horizon
was spIashed with an ominous ink;
long steaks of lightning, something
like the trains of FIRE left by rockets,
striped the sombsr sky. They quick
ened their horses pace, but before
they reached the little village of
Reuil, which the ca rdinal's residence
had built up into NJ Itice. they had alp
the life taken out of their plumes by
the rain.
Baradas at his first inquiries at the
gate was relieved by learning that
he was right in his instinct Julie
de Mortemar was again with her
adopted father.
jules appointments as attendant
upon the queen had passed her
through the Louvre egress She had
taken q coach out of the city gate to
Reuil.
All was peaceful there when she
arrived before the storm The car
dinal often came to this castle for Sc
cluded work upon the state affairs or
his theatrical essays; and the villag-
ers paid no heed to his movements.
To the uneasy pre1a4e, though. on
this night the quiet sc emed unwont-
ed, and he had started at the higher
beating of his heart like a dying man
when the insect ticks in his bed
post.
''My brother the archbishop of
Lyons, has chosen the easier path
murmured he, unable to catch even
a short sleep. Would that, like
him, could say Born poor, and
vowed to poverty, I live poor, and
when die poor may l lie among the
poorr Yesterday I was the lord of
life and death, and now only an old
man racked by the curse of state,
suspicious of all men! my leeches
bribed to poisonersi pages to stran-
gle me in sleep Ny very king
1eagued against me, though this brain
was the unresting loom from which
was woven the purple of his greatness.
"Why does not Joseph bring me
news from town? Why nothing more
from MarionP
When there came the sound OF
jules arrival at the gate, and that
of the postern only being opened for
her admittance, he was divided be-
tween fear and hope. His JOY at
greeting her was cut short by her
flushed and tear-streaked face fore
shadowing her painful story. He
Redeemed, too, Indignantly when he
had heard it and Rugged her to his
heart
''Close-c1osep' murmured he. 1.-The
world would never need a Richelieu
if bearded, mailed men, the lords of
earth, resisted fattery, falsehood,
avarice, and pride, as you, poor
child, with the doves innocent
scorn have withstood your sex's
tempters, vanity and power!
1.-The king, perhaps, is sufficiently
punished by the blow to his pride
Baradas, that mandrake drawn out
of the meanest mold, who thinks to
climb up to the most enviable crown
of Christendom, as have made it
I'll have him broken on the wheel
and flung alive into the fire! unless,
like the reptile he Is, his venom
smothers out and extinguishes the
fagots. shudder not, these are
wild words! I will better temper my
tongue while you are near Go to
my room, yours now,Eapd ! be careful
there may be the Kittens romping
on the foori"
''But, father" said the young lady,
pOstponing to another time her
amusement at the change in his ac-
cents, 81 thought a cloud of dust
followed me afar on the highways,
and even as alighted at the gates
the clang of arms behind, the ring of
hoofs-"
"s'Twas but my guards, fair trem-
bier" he replied, smiling sincerely
at this evidence that the Huguet
was on the alert IS.
'sOh. in one hour what years of
anguish crowd!' moaned she.
'sNay, there's no danger now
Thou needest rest. and thou shalt
lodge beside me, tell thee. Tush!
Be cheerful, my rosiest Amazon
thou wrongest thy Theseus."
''Did you say 'wronged' himP" she
cried in relief. Cardinal, my
father, did you say 'wrongedP' Prove
it, and life shall grow one prayer for
thy reward and his forgiveness. y
bah! All will be well. And
Adr1en will come with himself in
proof in the bright morning.
But there fell a thunder at the
gates louder than that of heaven.
and there rose in air, even entering
to that room, those most dreadful of
words: ''In the kings name. u
Huguet had already opened wide
to the newcomers, and, backed by a.
handful of guards, Baradas, with III
concealed exultation, appeared with
the royal scraw1 which commanded
| the traDsference to HIM of the fair
runaway. She shrank from him in
lOathing, and chung to the cardinal.
crying, in her trepidation-s.T Think
of my dead father! Think how, when
an infant. clinging to your knees.
add looking to your eyes, wrinkled
care fed from your brow before my
smile of childhood, fresh from the
dews of heaven. Think of this and
keep me to your breast
Back to those who sent your re-
turned the cardinal-duke. forgetting
! craft in his wrath at his enemy