The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-07-30

had removed the fur. "Har' he said,
eravely. "this is not so simple as I
thought. The cat has been poisoned,
Dut by prick with some sharp instru-
ment"
The King uttered an exclamation of
1ncredulity. but 1t drank the milk"
ne said. Some milk. that"
Pardon. SIRE" Du LauTens answered,
positively. "A draught Of milk. how
ever drugsed, docs not produce an ex-
cernal swelling with a small blue pune,
ture In the middle"
What doesr' the King asked, with
something like a sneers
"Ah. that is the question" the ply
sician answered "A Eing, perhaps,
p0''on-ehambeT and hollow
but leHee- is no ,auA ton of that
here." said. 'tet us Ibe clear Do you
say that the cat did not die of the
milkTt
'T1eee no proof tha. it did" he an
sIefed. And many things to show
&kossit died of poison administered by
puncture."
'But them" I answered. in no little
confusion of thought. what Of La
Traper'
He turned. and with him all eyes, to
the unfortunate equerry. who still lay
seemingly morfbund. with his head
propped on some cushions. VI. Du Lau-
rena advanced to him and again felt his
pulse. an operation which appeared to
bring q slight tlnge Of color to the
fading cheeks. How nAich milk did he
drink the physician asked after
pause.
more than hslf q pint" I answered.
eAnd what besid3s?"
64laASntYfy o9' HE Kings posset, and
. little lemonade"
"And for supper? What did you
have?" the leech continued, addressing
himself to his patient.
Il had some wine," he nswered fee
bly,. And little Frontignac with the
butler; and some honey-mead that the
gipsy-wench gave me-"
'AThe gipsy-wench?"
''The buffers girl, OF whom spoke"
IN. Du Laurens rose slowly to his feet,
and, to my amazement, dealt the pros
trate man hearty kirk, bidding him at
rhe same time to rise. Get up fool!
Get up" he continued. harshly, yet with
Q ring OF triumph in his voice, "all you
have got Is the collie, and 1t is no more
than you deserve. Get up. say, and
beg his majesty's pardon"
But" the King demonstrated in
tone Of anger. "the man Is dying"
"He IL no more dying than you are,
sire" the other answered. "Or, II he Is.
4 II of fright. There, he can stand as
. we'll as you or r.
And to be sure, as he spoke, La Trape
scrambled TO his feet and with a mlen
Between shame and doubt stood staring
ct ", the very picture Of a simpleton.
It was no wonder that his jaw fell and
MS impudent face burned; for the room
shook with such a roar Of laughter, at
flrdt low, and then as the King Joined
IN II, swelling louder and louder. as few
OF ~ had ever heard. Though was
not little mortified by the way in
which we had deceived ourselves, l
could not help Joining inthe laugh; par
ticuIarly as the more closely we re-
Viewed the scene In which we had
taken part, the more absurd seemed the
lest IT was long before silence could
be obtained; but at length Henry. quite
exhausted by the violence of his mirth.
held ND his hand. I seized the Oppor-
tunity.
rWhy, you rascalr' said, addressing
L. Trape, who did not know which way
10 look. where, are the ten crowns Of
which you defrauded the sculllonT'
'sro be sure" the King said. going of
into another roar. "And the third
puppyr'
''Yes."1 said. "you scoundrel; and the
third puppy
"Ay. and the gipsy girl?" the King
continued, 'sThe buffers wench, what
Of hsrf And Of your evil living? Begone.
Aegone, rascalr' he continued. falling
into fresh paroxysm, "or you will kill
~ In earnest. Would nothing else do for
youI but 70 die in my chamber? Be
gonel"
1 took this a. . a'hint to clear the room.
s not only II Ia Trape himself but Of all:
ana peessntly only I and Du Laurens
remained wfth the King. It then APP
y p4ared that there wac still mystery.
ana one which Il behooved u to clear
-; ihasssnoH - Du Laurens took the
S (1es death vsry seriouaiy. insisting that
a y Ma djod of b6lson administered In
&o1t n1lntet FASHION, and one that
\. - ~ IN ~ ysoa1l 70 our minds sds