Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-07-25

eani The king waits, and bring your
rfisoner" There was laugh IN MS
<bice and light on his face as ne
poke, and my dear lifted her swim
mag eyes to my face and kissed ner
again. saying:
Come, my prisoner!
AS we PASSED out 1 kept between Clauoe
and the grim figure still lying stark on the
landing, and held her to me, so that she
could not see. So with Lisois before US we
passed down the passage, filled now with
men-at-arms. and halted before room'
the door of which was closed.
I'VE must wait here a moment, said de
Belin. and merely 10 say something ask
ed. II suppose we have the whole nest!
"Au who are not killed-stay! One es-
caped-that rascal Ravaillac. 1 could have
run him through, but did not care to soil
my sword with such canaille' SO MS SKIN
is safe"
And Babette?"
He gave me an expressive look and NUT
tered something about Montfancon- Then
the door was flung open and a stream OF
light poured forth. We entered and saw
the king surrounded by his friends, and
little on one side was the detected group
Of conspirators.
The marshal, now abject, mean ana
cringing, was kneeling before Henry VINO
raised him as we entered, saying:
''Biron, and you Tremouille. and you all
who called yourselves my friends, and lay
in wait TO destroy me. and destroy your
country, 1 cannot forget that we were old
~ Dc bfpG' sake. /
have already told you that l forgive ana
God give you all as clean a conscience as
1 have over the blood that has been split
to-day"
He run his eye over the ground, and
they stood before him abashed and asham-
ed. and yet overcome with joy at escape
when death sA-med so certain, and he
their leader, the man who hoped TO see his
head on a crown-piece, broke into unman-
" sobbing and was led away vowing re-
pentance-vows that he broke again TO
find then that the mercy of the king was
already strained TO breaking point.
As Lain. with white and bleeding face
led his master away, Henry's eye fell on
/ me. and he beckoned me TO advance. did
/ SO leading Claude by the hand.
{ "Chevalier," he said. lit is saying little
when I say that it is through you thai
| these misguided gentlemen have realized
their wrongdoing. There is one recon-
pense that you would not let me make
you for the wrongs you have suffered
/ There is. however, a reward for your ser
{ vices, which perhaps you will accept from
me. see before me royal ward who ha!
Grisf
| beard is getting over gray TO look aftel
such dainties. / surrender my ward Il
your care" and as he said this he tool
( Claude's hand and placed it in mine. &C
see. madame" he added, that this tim
you have no objection TO the kings choice
There-quite right-kiss her man.
II is all oven at last. that golden summe
that was so long. and yet seems but day
1t is ten years ago that those shining
eyes that never met mine, but with tn
lovelight in them. were closed forever; an
the gift that God gave me, that did ne tax
back
I am old and gray and worn. My sor
the Vicompte de Bidache. is in Paris wit
the cardinal, whilst / wait at Aurac 70
the message that will call me 10 heI
When she went. Bidache, where we lived
became unbearable TO me. and l came bac
here to wait till 1, too. am called. To wal
and watch the uneasy sea 10 hear tn
scream Of the gulis and feel the keen sal
iair
hive cone to tie "a; + II g fair viii;
sheets Of paper the cure brought for m
from Havre this autumn, anu it grow
strangely dark even for my eyes. 1 wi
write no more. but sit out on the terrac
and wait for the sunset Parhal,s ~
I Ivan.