The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-08-29

as we'll as the honor of the king is at
stake. Do you think I am likely to
throw my hazard like an infant?"
I was silent; but dim ray of hope
flckered UP in my heart as I looked at
the man before me, and felt, ] know
not why, in the glance of his eye in the
tone of his voice, in his very gestures,
that here was one who had conquered
himself and knew how to rule
Now. sir" he went on, the animation
in his tone dropping to a cold and
frigid note, proceed with your tale.''
1t was thing easier ordered than
done; but 1 managed it somehow, try
ing to be as brief as possible without
missing a point. Sully listened without
movement of his stern features, only
his eyes seemed to harden like crystal
as spoke of Biron and Zamet, When
[ told what 1 heard of the death of
Mime. de Beaufort, he turned his head
to the open window and kept it thus
until l ended. When he looked back
again at me, however, there was not
a trace of emotion in his features, and
his voice was as cold and measured as
ever as he asked: And your reward
for this news, chevaher?"
us not to be measured in pistoles,
monseigneur."
81 see-and is this ala"
His tone chilled me. ut is all-no."
and with sudden thought, give me
twenty men, and in week I put the
traitors in your hands,
He fairly laughed out: "Corboeuf!
Monsieur lie chevalier, do you want
to set France ablaze?"
'It seems, monseigneur, that the
torch is held at Anet," I answered, a
little sulkily.
But not lighted yet--leave the deal.
ing with that to me. And, monsieur,
the king is at Fontainebleau, and for a
month nothing can be done. And see
you-you follow. At the end of a
month go and see the king; tell him
your story, and, if he believes you,
claim your reward. 1 will go so far as
to promise that you will be received
All the little hope I had begun to
gather fiuttered away at these words
like scrap of paper cast in the wind.
"Monseigneur," l said, and my voice
sounded strangely even to my own
ears, lin a month it will be too late"
Leave that to me- he answered.
Il have reminder always before my
eyes," and he pointed through the
open window in the direction of a
house that lowered above the others
surrounding it.
II do not follow" I stammered
THAT is the hotel de Zamet." he
said, grimly, and I thought L under
stood why he had turned to the Win
dow when l spoke of Nine. de Beau
forts death
1 rose with a sigh, and could barely
repress: Then there is nothing for
me to do but waltz
You will not lose by doing So"
thank you, monseigneur, but there
is one little favor ask
.'And that is?''
'The kings peace until I see the
king"
You would be safer in the Chatelet
L assure you, but as you wish-stay;
there Is one thing. Not a word of
your interview with me-even to the
king
My hopes rose again. con my faith
as gentleman I will not mention it."
AS I finished he struck his bell
sharply twice, and Ivoy entered
"Ivoy, do me the favor to conduct
M. d'Auriac to the gates yourself, and
impress upon him the necessity of
keeping to his lodging. The air of
Paris is unhealthy at present. Good
day, monsieur"
Ivoy bowed with slight upraising
of his eyebrows, and we passed out.
Going down the stairway, he said to
me with smile, "I see you dine at
home today, chevalier"
"At the Two Ecus," answered
pretending not to understand his al
fusion, and he chuckled low to HIM
SELF At the gates I observed that
the guards were doubled, and a whis-
pered word passed between Ivoy and
the officer in command. But of this
also l took no notice, and, wishing
them the day, rode back as 1 came.
(To be continued.)