The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-11-09

/ calm reply. - listen to me still,
lady; / am no base intriguer
sdored thee from the first glance oil
those inspiring eyes; with thee en-
twined ambition, hope, aud all my
future, I will not lose thee! can
place thee nearest-ay. to the throne
nay, on the throne, perchance my
star is at its zenith As for your
gallant, know that he is at this hour
abiding in danger of the ak. He is
Ieagued With plotters against the
king, aud there is no one but myself
can save him from the scaffOld."
Eyes, one other, at least
''Ah, who" he inquired, smiling.
"HeavenP"
He" she answered pointing not
upward, but down lato the court
yard, where a numerous equipage
hal arrived around some dignitary.
At the same moment, ghe cry was
repeated along the passages and
stairs, and loudest at the state cham
Der doorway it resounded to the
stupefaction of every hearer-
''Way for his eminence, the most
excellent cardinal, duke OF Richie
lieu, first minister of the realm.
And, pale and feeble certainly, but
with his former step Richelieu, at
tended by retinue, among whose
noted persOnages Father Joseph 6g-
ured, proceeded toward the king.
"Again!" gasped the latter, daunt-
ed by the renewed onset
"RebeiliOnl" grOaned CASTOR of
Orleans, turning pale as the enam.
eled lamb on his collar of the Golden
Fleece.
Sire" said the cardinal, in a
faint voice, but completely audible
in the perfect silence surprise &C
corded him, 'your majesty has al
ready taken those reigns of the car
of state which my wasted hands are
wishful to resign. But though the
secretaries have handed over the
documents of their Offices to your
newly chosen cabinet, it is in your
august hands alone that l can place
the secret correspondence, the &C
counts of spies and deserters from
cOnspirators, the revelations of as
sassins, prisoners, who have sohemed
not simply against your representa-
tives, but against yourself"
against mel" faltered Louis, as he
TREMENDOUSLY took one paper from a
number which keeper of the seals
was Offering at the minister's side
"Woe." muttered Prince CASTOR,
leaning on Baradss as if paralyzed,
alt is cur contract our league with
SpainI Who is the traitor?"
WHO is the traitor? here he is"
repeated Riche!ieu, guessing at the
word On the dukes lips rather than
catching the faint utterance. The
savior Of the realm, the devoted ad-
herent of his majesty, is this gentle
man, the chevalier Of Mauprat, whom
have the honor to present to your
ma, esty on his temperance in So
ciety after sOjOurn in the Bastile +"
"Mauprat here" cried Baradas.
forgetting all as he beheld his bub-
BILE burst just when the iridescence
had been most beautiful "WhO has
dared to"
But Louis hardly remarked the
gentleman kneeling at his feet whom
Richelieu had personally released
when, on going to the Bastile, he
found Du Tremblay aghast at HUI
guet dead and Beringhen nearly so
with fright and the rude hug the
guardsman had accorded him The
whole of the royal attention was alb
sorbed on that one paper before him,
as if a basilisk, He knew all the
signatures. There was his brother
Gsston's. his favorite Baradas, and
others he most trusted.
"Leagued with our foes of Spain
to bring our Italian armies to Paris
Capture the king, whose health re-
quires repose, make him subscribe
his own observation-disclosures, my
brother, regent! Saints of heaven ~
cried he, "these are the men loved
Oh, Richelieu, live with all power
absolute, if need be, to save me, to
save me and France, to keep the
Spaniard out of our gatesW
At the submission startling cure
seemed to operate on the withered
frame of the cardinal, He lowered
like a giant in pigmy land over the
swarm of cOurtiers. and his voice
rang out like a commanders in a
battle as he Numbered -
"The enemy will be next week
like these traitors at your maiesty's
feet Chavigny, in my name-mine
arrest the duke of BOuillon at the
head of our army Act in any way
you please. but take him or you will
lose your Lead! Count Baradas, thou
hast lost the stake, and you sleep in
the bastile! For your highness, he
added, to Prince CASTOR, who hung
his head, aware that not one there
mOurned for him, repentance at d
distance from the crown which burns
your fingers, like the cake that a
hungry nrchin would snatch from
the hearth. Oh, gentlemen, who
are true. rejoice with your lord and
me. that this knight has saved our
own dear France! clasp thee still
it was thy voice that called me back
from the tomb What mistress like
our country"
"Mauprat has won his pardon
we'll, said the king; "but, Richie
lieu, do you leave me not one thing
TO love?"
"A subjects luxury Yet If you
must love something, sire-loYe me-"
The ycang monarch smiled in spite
Of his vexatien at seeing the hands
OF the chevalier and Julie uniting
gladsomely.
''YOu are no fair proxy for a fresh
young LADY, be said. Rise. rise,
and be happy"