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

III L drlS L knew, having obtained the
information from Pantin, and it was
my intention to repair the next day to
the Hotel de Bethune and tell the min
lister all The night was one of those
In winch sleep would not come, not be-
cause the place was strange one
was too old a campaigner to lose rest
because the same feather pillow was
not under my head every night; but
because my thoughts kept me awake.
What these were l have already de-
scrlbed, and they were in force sulfi-
cient to Danish all sleep until the small
hours were well on, and at last drop
ped off with the solemn notes of the
bourbon ringing in my ears.
1t was about 10 o'clock the next morn
ing that I mounted Couronne, and fol-
lowed by Jacques, we'll armed, took my
way toward the Hotel de Bethune. We
found the Barillierie thronged with peo
pie on their wayVto st. Denis to wit
ness the burial of Nine. de Beaufort,
and the Pont au Change was so crowd
ed that we had to wait there for a full
half hour. At last we got across the
bridge, on which in their eagerneSS for
gain the money changers had fixed
their stalls and pushed and struggled
and fought over their business on each
side of the narrow track they left for
the public. Finally we passed the gray
walls of the grand Chatelet and turn
ing to our right past st. Jacques, the
Place de Greve and the Hotel de Vile,
| got into the Rue ST. Antoine by a side
street that ran from st. Gervais to the
Baudets. Here we found the main
street almost deserted, all Paris having
crowded to the funeral, and a quarter
of mile or so brought us to the gates
of the Hotel de Bethune
Sully had just received the master
| generalShip of the ordnance and at his
| door was a guard of the regiment of
La Fere. I knew the blue uniforms
with the white sashes we'll, and they
had fought like ffends at Fontaine,
Franchise and Ham. The officer on
guard very civilly told me that the
minister did not receive that day, but
on my insisting and pointing out that
my business was of the utmost impor-
lance, he gave way with shrug of
his shoulders. go on, M. lie Chevalier,
but can tell you it is of no use; how
ever, that is a business you must settle
with Iyoy, the dukes secretary
/ thanked him and dismounting and
f1inging- the reinS to Jacques. passed up
the court yard and up the stone steps
to the entrance door, Here I was met
by the same statement that Sully was
unable to receive today, but on my in
sfsting, the secretary, Ivoy, appeared
and asked me my name and business.
Il have given my name twice already,
monsieur" / answered. II am the
Chevalier d'Auriac, and as for my bust
ness it is of vital import, and is for
monseigneur's ear alone-you will there
fore excuse me if I decline to mention
it to you"
Ivoy bowed. at will come to me in
its own good time, monsieur. Will you
be seated. I will deliver your message
to the duke, but I am afraid it will be
of little USE"
ST take the risk, Monsieur d'Ivoy."
But not the rating, chevalier," and
the secretary, with half smile on his
face, went out and left me to myself
In few minutes he returned.
1.-THE duke will see you, monsieur
this way, please"
"Pardieur' muttered to myself as
followed Ivoy, che keeps as much state
as if he were the chancellor himself.
However, I have a relish for mon
seigneur's SOUP"
Ivoy led the way up a winding stair
case of oak, so old that it was black as
ebony and polished as glass At the
end of this was landing, where cou-
pie of lackeys were lounging on a
bench before a closed door. They
sprang up at our approach, and Ivoy
tapped gently at the door.
Come in,'' was the answer, given in
a cold voice, and the next moment we
were in the room.
Monsieur lie Chevalier d'Auriac,"
and Ivoy had presented me.
Sully inclined his head frigidly to my
bow, and then motionedlto Ivoy to re-
tire. When we were alone he turned
to me with brief 'WeH?"
81 have information of the utmost
Importance which wish to lay be-
fore you"
ST hear that ten times a day from
people. VIII your story take long to
tell?'
THAT depends
I write note"
st took chair he pointed out, and
he began to write rapidly. Whilst ne
was doing this I had glance round
the room. 1t was evidently the dukes
working cabinet, and it bore every
where the marks of the prim eXactness
iio litter of papers ON the table. The
huge piles of correspondence on it were
arranged neatly, one file above the
other. All the books in the long shelves
that lined the walls were numbered,
the. curtains were drawn back to eX-
act angles to the curtain poles, the
chairs were set squarely there was
not thing out of place, not a Speck OF
dust, not a blot on the brown leather
writing pad on the polished walnut
of the table before which Sully sat-
On the wall opposite to me was a por-
trait of Madame de Sully 1t was the
only ornament in the room. The por-
trait itself showed a sprightly looking
woman with a laughing eye, and she
looked down on her lord and master
from the painted canvas with a merry
smile on her slightly parted lips. AS