The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-09-07

the times of the Huguenot's power
over France. in six years.
s.He is mere gaudy lizard. But
l hold the ladder, and when / shake
he falls! What more?"
The Capuchin was glancing at
some papers.
THE worst at last The count of
| Soissonsi'-
..He who attempted our life in
49," intsrpolated Richelieu, with q
lighting up of the eye. which be-
trayed the worst point of his tenn
perament-its relentless Wind ictive-
ness, too blind to discriminate be-
tween personal grievances and those
against the state-s'the count of
| should have been trampled under
Mars steeIy train years agone. he
and .well?"
1.-The duke of BouilIon, whose
army is on the Piedmont frontier,
are in close communication. Orleans
engages to make them friends with
the Spaniard. whom they will vel
come into France upon the advice
that the prime minister is in the
power of the plotters. -
''How in their power, Joseph
Methinks Gaston's is not the hand
to pluck this nettle. y
They are seeking their Ravail-
lac"
''What, would the duke of Orleans
again try the stabbado? This be-
comes monotonous.
They hope they will by practice
become expert"
cat least they have not chosen
the stiletto yet-eh, my noble heart
and truest friend?"
'.Jehan," said the monk, using
that old name by which his ducal
eminence had teen christened,
but which no other familiar en-
ployed save this humble-seeming
monk of whom his superior said in
tribute. ''No other minister in
Europe can cope with this cowl," for
he punned like a clown of the Pre-
St.-Gervais. s'Jehan, brother, the
dagger is ready, sharpened, pointed,
but they seek the guiding hand. y
lyon do never warn vainly,
Joseph" said the premier, writing
few lines, 81 will recast my guards.
The trusty blades are rusty since
Captain Cavois gave way to Captain
Huguet, my Titan. A single traitor
could strike impotent the fate of
thousands. Joseph, are we sure of
Huguet? We hanged his father for
the Montmorency rebellion in 30. "
but you have bought the son,
and heaped favors on him. "
"Favors past are nothing. In his
hours of confidence with you, has he
named the favors he counts on com
ing?"
YES; colonel's rank and letters
of nobility y
Colonel and nobleman! we I'M
make peers, not augment them.
That can never be. But we have
him not the less, for we'll promise
it. And see the king withholdsn'
Eyes, " said the monk, with a vague
smile on his marble lips, the only
features of ali his countenance that
seemed imbued with play of muscle,
''kings are oft a great convenience
to a minister.
us there anything more bristling
in your budget" inquired the other,
letting his eyes wander almost heed
lessly off his dialoguist around the
wall, from Perugino to Poussin,
whose patron he was, from Titan to
the awful Durer of the man bewil-
dered in a thicket checked with
thorns, and impenetrable to all but
grisly oncomer with a scYthe, under
which was the label, der Tod kermit
den Weg"-Death finds the way.
Anything of the same agreeable
tenor?"
There is more, but private.
Louis, the king, has particularly re-
marked your ward, Julie de Morte-
mar. The chaste monarch is
charmed
Richelieu stared, but Immediately
recovering himself, he answered
.'She will not be the first to sting
that apathetic blood. But have not
from all such fair shoots plucked the
insidious ivy of his love?" ne added
confidently. .sYet shall it creep
around my poisoning tree, where
innocent thoughts make music that
spirits in heaven might hear? No,
brother, Louis must have no mis-
tress but the state.
In the vocabulary of that cabinet
the state was Richelieu.
ssBut your foes are not so easily
circumvented. They are many
headed, Jehan, and they intend to
use her as their instrument. Doubly:
they use her as a bate to lure the
king into silence of their crime
meditated against the realm and
the church in Staying thee, and as a
fetter on Baradas"
GLOW on Baradas?''
'.He loves her. He comes from
the same part of the country as that
knight of Mauprat, who was boy
beside her in.her childhood.
..Mauprat!''
..Who is in Paris again. -
s.Methought he had been passed
through the spikes! A trouble town,
a desperate strike-fre bold to think
and firm TO speak. but not on my
board to play You tell me, Joseph,
the pushing blade is here again, des-
pite my mandate?"
marion saw him-masked, it is
true-at a gambling table in her
sisters house. Lady Maugiron's-
He is-heaven save the report!- her
lover"
s.All this may be, brother. For I
do not have the court-f1 flies buzzing
a hollt me- 1atteFIV