The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-09-14
Cardinal Richelieu.
Founded on the Play of ..RicIeIieu,'' by
Lord LyttOn.
CHAPTER II.
The Life of Damocles.

the cardinal Fad opened to give his
palace breathing-roOm on the side
toward that wood of Boulogne ever
cited in the chronicles of Paris, the
revels were held high and late.
The grand room presented one of
those scenes which the prevalent
vice of gambling heightened by the
tables being laden with gold and
silver coins, crown-pieces. doubIoons,
and precious stones, which were still
employed as a sort OF coin Mirrors,
paintings, and gildings were inter
mixed with statues bearing baskets
filed with fruit and flowers. There
was a long table loaded with re-
freshments at the end opposed to the
gallery on high, where band of
violins and flutes played soft Italian
music and the popular madrigals
There were beautiful women pres
ent, but the hostess. then in scarce
her thirtieth year, had been so rarely
and bounteously gifted by nature in
both face and figure that she could
not be seen to permit comparison.
She wore her own fair hair in
punches of small curls, magnificent
lace collar reaching to her shoulders,
over body of that blue hue which
the niece Of Mazarin, years after,
lifted into vogue, pearls and dia
monds, a white satin skirt embroider-
ed with ''the Canadian diamonds
pebble which the colonizers were
|, sending home as specimens of that
bleak ew-found-land-and white
velvet slippers. Her mouth was so
small as to seem a caricature of
woman's. but fresh and unsmeared
with vermillion; her ears, most
pretty and softly pink; and her eyes
really blue, but seemed to be violet
in the shadow of the long lashes.
She moved about from table to
table, now bestowing on a player
''the lucky look" he besought to
'change the rum" now sharing a
| glass of white wine from her native
| Champagne with courtier; then
throwing the dice for another luck
less gamester; signing for the
musicians to play more loudly, or to
the troop OF domestics to replenish
the table of comestibles There
seemed not to escape her the move
ments of single guest, his inter-
jections IN anger or delight, and yet
it was all the true hostess line of
duty.
''On the peril of my life, Bering-
hen," said a sonorous voice among
one group of players whom a sweet
word of the lady had checked in a
rising wrangle. Il shall see the
sister of this ruling star never again!
Your Marion is so much superior
and yet there is resem blance, by'r
name! [ shall sigh for the unattain-
able pattern, whilst the copy is a
| perpetual reminder. y
'tNever a moment more favora BILE,
| Mauprat, p" returned the other man.
"Her marriage de conscience with
Cinq-Mars is dissolved and Marion is
free"
'.But poor soldier"
''Pooh! She's a good heart and
scorns no poverty but that of spirit. y
land leone to think ofit-could
never love such a nonpareil with a
whole heart"
Then turn away. Marion is like
the Venus of old, and commands I'M
divided worship. Like her too, she
| is ali the old monkish tutor would
translate to me of the hymn to the
| goddess who inspires her; admirable
to conciliate, a daughter of heaven,
an all-vanquisher-v omnium!''
GA miracle! count, turn and see a
miracle. De Beringhen knows a
word of Latin!n cried one of their
companions.
''And add. y SAID the nobleman ap-
pealed to. as he slowly passed with
an amicable nod to the gentleman
called Mauprat, ''that our Marion
cast her spell over the red cardinal!''
At the name deeper silence and
sharp chill was diffused. The
soldier Mauprat started. gnawed his
| lip with a change of color which ex-
tended so as to bIanch it also, and
in a moment frowned as if he had
lost all the pile of money and jewels
before him
what does it matter?n cried he,
making an effort to smile as before,
iJh ecklessness if not enjoyment
las well by the ak as by wind to meet the
There's only ono life in this world to be
'.De Beringhen. 1 shall be pleased
to see you at our table, the prince s,
when his highness arrives. -
Immediately. for I am at my last
score. What a plague has befallen
all the train great guns and petty
piecesp' added De Reringhen, smiling
at the vein turning you and Bar
adas and every other man seem
gloomy as crows who flock to a
churchyard and find the devil has
flown away with the last Corners.
i am seldom gay" returned the
more martial player, ,.for one Joy /
receive hundred pangs
sis it appointment. Mauprat?
Baradas is your fellow-countryman,
believe. the other nodded me-
chemically, .ano his rise is a mar
veil iii weeds. do sag. for am
land Heaven forbid me ever being.
mo sharp-fanged satiristt But ]
viii wager my boots-and they are
snew-that you are OF ten thousand
times better family. .
Il ITO rise-to remain oppressed
bah. under despotism like Rich