The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-10-05
Richelieu.
Founded on the Play of ssRicheIieu,'' by
Lord LyttOn.
CHAPTER Y-CoNTINuEp.

hostess, who had duly seen the last
guest to the doors, Marion and her
sister. Lady Maugiron. took coach
for air at Longchamps. If spy had
followed them, which was quite nat
ural a supposition considering that
Baradas had no great faith in her
disregard of politics, he must have
reported blank day, for the only
incident that happened occurred in
the road through the Tuileries where
the trees grouped most thickly.
There leaped from the coach, with
out it being checked in it's lum herring
movement. pretty boy of eighteen,
who dived into the underbrush like
a squirrel and dropped on his knees.
There he remained hidden until he
could have no fear that the few
passers-by were followers of the con-
veyance Then, busting his silken
hose over knee as exquisitely mod
eled as an angels of Raphael, and
laughing with rosy lip and roguish
blue eye, he took the road back to
town.
His dress was so rich that one
looked to see on the somewhat
voluminous mantle an emblazonment
of the noble house to which the page
appertained, but there was no such
Indication.
More than one girl turned round
her coquettish face as the STRIPPING
sauntered on, one little pink hand
ungloved out of tauntingness upon a
jeweled poniard. and the other ca
ressing the lip where Nothing resem-
bling a mustache could be discerned
IN the strongest sunbeam.
At the Louvre gateway he paused.
By the flourish of trumpets IN the
yard he guessed that the king had
returned from an after breakfast
drive, or was crossing the quadrangle
in demi-state.
'Poor monarchy' said he, in
raillery; '.half the town pairing like
birds upon ST. Valentines day with
the other moiety, and you ever I'M
beloved. By my faith as Delorme
shall have to set my cap-my other
cap" here he, or rather she, we
may as well say for the future-''at
the loveless being! 1 am prettier
boy than Cinq-Mars at seventeen,
and less fop than St. Simon. AS
for Baradas, will outwit him, spite
of all his cunningm
With an audacity which reaped an
adequate reward, Marion trusted to
her disguise to carry her unremarked
past her owo habitation.
A toothsome SAVIOR of cookery
came from a grated widow; and, like
the character she personated, she
actually thrust her rosy face between
the bars, and spying the lick-sauce
and a servant sitting at the board
to patty intercepted on the way to
the larder, she threw at them the in
terjections:
.'Pll run and tell the steward
b-r-rou-ahi ha ha, han
And scampered off laughing like a
shower of silver bells ringing peal
in a crystal basin, while cluster of
cockneys, who had witnessed her
action, crowded one another to peer
through the bars and still further
discomfort the thievish gluttons and
lovers.
At the cardinals palace, however,
which she had already reached with
her alert step, her face was smoothed,
and darting into the gateway, she
cast the special password, SIN nubi-
busP' to the lodgekeeper and his
gatehouse guards.
Then, crossing the gardens, she
reached small door between carved
pilasters differing in design from
the others on purpose to single them
out, and knocked with her dagger
top in a prearranged manner.
A serving man in black. with a
half religious air, opened cautiously
to her, though he had inspected the
cherubic countenance through
peep-hole, at seeing his eye in which
she had twisted her nose and mouth
into an amusing cast which should
have set even a sacristan on the
laugh.
"My lord?" inquired she
with the king, but expected
home every moment"
''Ah, that was the uproar at the
Louvre Methought it too much of
a rigadoon for his majesty alone 1t
is necessary I should await him.'
'.Mademoiselle will please to as
cend. :"
|. .'Mademoiseller cried Marion, bal
ancing herself on the lower step on
one foot and extending the other foot
after the manner of John of Bolog-
mas Mercury. ''Prithee. sand-blind,
sir, you miss me badly in thinking
girls heart is wrapped up in this
doublet and long stockings!"
She mounted the steps with an ex-
aggerated frmness of walk. and with
the familiarity of experience entered
the cabinet of the prime minister by
another door than any we have known
to be previously used.
An elderly man and a younger
scribe were busy there-one reading
a letter so slowly as to suggest that
it was in cipher, and the other writ
ing it in the translated terms.
The door had not been knocked
upon. and it opened so noiselessIy
that neither heard the entrance nor
Marion's now womanly and lighter
step But the secretary saw her pale
blue stockings CLEAN in the penum-
bra OF his sanctum, and looking up,
traced the dainty figure to the merry
eyes which beamed on him vel
come.
..9a. Cherre. ami cherir' she
cried. as if unaware that her unre-
strained tone was grave Interrupt
tion of their state affair. ALWAYS
in fog with your cipher Why do