Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-08-10

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perior, "by my gray hairs which,
when ours both were golden inter-
mingled in the same cradle, by all
my toll in meshes most inextricable,
by my hard days and sleepless nights
on monastery stones TO which your
cell-hoors seemed paved with feath-
ers, by more than you will ever
know of Sights, denials, losses borne
in your country's service, let mo see
the prisoners"
The governor, with hanging head,
shook it in negation.
''He has secrets OF state--papers
in which"
II know interrupted Du Trem-
blay, hoarsely, "such was his mes
sage to Count Baradas, which earned
him his death sentence.
TIE other wrunG his hands in his
distraction; opposed to this obstin-
ate denial, thought, nerve and men
tai strength seemed useless.
dare you refuse the church her
holiest rightsP" said he at length,
speaking in desperation not to hear
that knelling bell.
IL refuse nothing-I obey my or
ders "
"And sell your country to pari-
cides! Oh, tremble, then, brother!
since nothing will soften your OBJ
durate heart. forgive you! although
you have delivered my beloved into
the hands of those who encourage
themselves in mischief"
He pulled his cowl down to his
eyes, folded his hands in the robe.
and slowly left the room, the CORR
dor. the tower, crossing the court
yard whore tho block and headsman
were awaiting, and never spoke word
or showed by glance that no was
living, feeling humanity, and not
one OF the statues impelled by mech
anism from the facade OF st. Antoine
church without, till he had crossed
the ditch.
The sound OF the bell had just
reached the ears OF Huguet, but he
was not downcast when he awak.
ened.
On the opposite hand. he laughed
to himself, with the fierce glee of q
waylayer who thinks he secs the vic
tim approaching.
They will know / have the paper.
They will trust no mean hand-per-
adventure that arch-villain, the
Count Baradas himself, will do me
the honor OF visit. And though he
came with full score armored Bay
ards at his back-Bayards in his
company, forsooth!-Ili bear him to
the earth and spread him on the
stone like an archer caught against
the bastion by the battering-ram!"
1t was just as well, therefore, that,
whatever the anxiety OF the count to
repossess the traitorous missive, he
dispatched Beringheu to the prisoner
in the Bastile.
The first gentleman OF the royal
Guilty In obtaining leave to visit
Huguet experienced by the contidant
OF Richelieu. Quite otherwise; for
NJ. du Tremblay, whose ambitious
aspirations may have scared as high
as his brothers in less ecclesiasti-
cal line OF flight, smoothed every OBJ
stacle to the royal valet.
"Oh, by the way" uttered the lat
ter, charmed more than he liked to
confess by the governors amiability.
for the Cerberus of the state prison
was pictured at court in the same
colors as the monastic artist painted
Satan and his compeers, "there is a
little chubby-cheeked boy in the
gate who was whimpering to see his
father, that is. this Huguet, before
they discovered his head and body.
After leave the captain. you might
let him say goodby to his father, be-
fore that very long, unpleasant jour-
ney his father is about to take.
The counts commands are strict.
grumbled Du Tremblay. mo one
must visit Huguet without his pass
port. "
Here! Pshaw! nonsense! I'll be
your surety" cried Beringhen. 1.-The
filial little fellow is no Hercules like
his parent.
Still the governor was on his
guard. He insisted on seeing the
youth in question; and as they both
had to descend tho tower stairs, the
official to inspect the preparations
for the execution and Beringheu
with smelling bottle drawn to com
fort the captive, they met the boy,
for whom a warder ha} run over &c
the entrance, in the tower doorway.
If the governor had often saur-
tered about Paris, and, particularly
had been in the Rue Richelieu what
time the page who had baffied Ba
radas' spies had provokingly trotted
past the Louvre and Delorme house
into the cardinals residence, he must
have discovered strong Likeness:
between that parsonage and the
youth whose face was half hidden BY
the corner of the mantle industrious
ly piled to wipo away over-howini
tears. The dainty thing was sc
slight and graceful, so swaying will
weakness from untold grief, and 81
winsome withal, that the stern maj
who had withstood a brothers APP
peal mutterel something about pity