Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1897-12-02


tremble. When this happened the inn
pulse came, it seemed 10 me. from the
farther end of the line. There the
rougher elements were collected, and
there | more than once saw Beers
troopers in conflict with the mob In
that quarter too a savage chant was
presently struck up the whole gather
ing joining in and yelling with an in
describabiy appalling effect:
Haul Hau, Huguenots!
Faites place aux Papeeots!"
in derision of the old song said to be
/ popular amongst the Protestants, But
/ in the Huguenot version the last words
were of course tranposed.
We had worked our way 10y this time
TO the front of the line and looking into
one another's eyes. mutely asked
question; but not even Croisette had an
answer ready. There could be no
answer but one What could we do?
i Nothing. We were too late. Too late
again! And yet how dreadful it was
TO stand still among the cruel. thought
f less mob and see our friend, the touch
of whose hand we knew so we'll done to
death for their sport Done to death
as the old woman had said like any raj,
not soul save ourselves plying him.
Not soul TO turn sick at his cry Of
agony. or shudder at the glance of his
dying eyes. 1t was dreadful indeed.
"Ah, WELL" muttered woman be-
side me to her companion-there We're
many women in the crov dit is down
with the Hugueno.s. say |! 1t is Lor-
raine is the fine man! Eut after all yon
is a bonny fellow and proper, Mar
got! l saw him leap from roof to roof
over Love Lane, as if the blessed saints
had carried him. And him a heretic!"
1T is the black art" the other an
swered, crossing herself.
Maybe it is! Brit he will need it all
to give that big man the slip to-day"
replied the first speaker, comfortably.
THAT dewitt" MaTgot exclaimed,
pointing with a stealthy gesture of hate
at the vidame And then in fierce
whisper, with inarticulate threats, she
told story of him. which made me
shudder. "IIe did! And she in re-
ligion, tool" she concluded. MAY our
Lady of Loretto reward him.
The tale might be true for all know,
horrible as it vast / had heard SINH
lar ones attributiug things almost as
fendish to him. times and again; from
that poor fellow lying dead on Pa
vannes' doorstep, for one, and from
others besides. And the vidame in his
pacing to and fro turned towards us,
] gazed at him fascinated by his grim
visage and that story. His eye rested
on the crowd about us, and trembled,
lest even at that distance he should rec
ognize us.
And he did! ] had forgotten his
keenness of sight. His face flashed
suddenly into grim smile. The tail
Of his eye resting upon us, and seem
ing to forbid us to move, he gave some
, orders The color fled from my face.
To escape indeed was impossible, for
we were hemmed IN by the press. and
could scarcely Stir limb. Yet | did
make one effort.
"Croisettel" ! mfttcred he was the
rearmost--''stoop down. Tie may not
have seen You. Stoop down lad!"
But ST Croix was obstinate and would
not stoop. Nay, when ono Of the mount
ed men came. and roughly ordered us
into the open, it was Croisctte who
pushing past us, stepped out first with
, a lordly air. /, following him, saw
that his lips were firmly compressed,
I and that there was an eager light in
+ his eyes. As we emerged. the crowd
: i'm our wake broke the line and tried
, to pursue us: either hostilely or
, through eagerness to see what il
meant But dozen blows Of the long
pixies drove them back, bowling and
curan2 to their places
| expected to he taken to Beers; and
: what would follow ] could not tell. But
lie did always it seemed what we least
expected, for he oulv scovletl at US now
a grim mockery on his lip. and cried:
.'Scc that they do not escape again!
But do them no harm, sirrah. until
have the batch Of thcm!"
he turned one way and mother. my
/ heart swelling with rage. Would lac
da C to harm us2 Would even the vi
dame dare to murder a Cavlus' nephew
openly and III cold blood2 / did not
thinll so. And yet and yet
Croisette interrupted the train Of my
thoughts. / fAund that he was not fol
lowing me. He had sprung away. and
IN dozen strides reached the yidame' :
strrup. and vas ciaspin@ tins knee when
: turned. ! could not hear a. the dis
lance at which stood what said, and
the horseman TO whom Bees bad com
] mtted Us spurred between us. Eut
heard the yidane's answer.
NO. no. mol" he cried, within ring q
restrained fury ia his voice. Let my
l plans alone What do YOU know Of
5 them2 And If you speak to me again.
/ al. ST. Gtoia think Traits gourname.
boyl wi!l-no. I viii not kill Won.
fhat iait 40 please sou, yon are stub
+ born, cam sec. i1ut ! viii lave you
stripped and "a bed lil.e The rranest Of
my calljoua! Nov So aud Ule care.
lnFatienca bate ANA will passion
famed ia lis face for Tie moneat
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