Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1897-11-25

tleIaen. God save the king. say"
And struck the barricade with my
sword until the metal rang again.
''God save the kingi"
Cry Vive la Messed" shouted one.
Certainly, gentlemen" l replied,
with politeness. with all my heart.
Vive la Atesse. Viye "a Messe!''
This took The butcher. who, luckily.
was still sober, utterly aback. He had
never thought of this. He stared at
us as if the OK he had been about to
Tell had opened its mouth and spoken.
and. grievously at loss, he looked tor
help TO his companions.
Later in the day, some Catholics
were killed by the mob. But them.
deaths as far as could be learned after
wards were due to private feuds. Save
in such cases-and they were few-the
cry of Eive la Messe! always obtained
at least respite; more easily. of
course. in the earlier hours of the
morning when the mob were scarce at
ease in their liberty to kill, while kill
ing still seemed murder, and men were
not yet drunk with bloodshed.
read the hesitation of the gang in
their faces; and when one asked rough
y who we were, l replied with greater
boldness: Il am Anne de Caylus.
nephew of the Nieomte de Cavlus. gov
ernor, under the king, of Bayonne and
the Landes!" This / said With what
majesty i could. "And these - CON
t'nued-''are my brothers. You will
harm us at your peril. gentlemen. The
sicomte, believe me, will avenge every
hair of our heads"
can shut my eyes now and see the
stupid wonder, the baked ferocity of
those gaping faces. Dull and savage
as the men were they were impressed;
they saw reason indeed; and all seemed
going we'll for us when some one in the
rear shouted: Cursed whelps.
Throw them Overt"
| looked swiftly in the direction
whence the voice came-the darkest
corner of the room--the corner by the
shattered window. | thought l made
out a slender figure, cloaked and
laasked-a woman's it might be, but |
could not be certain-and beside it a
couple of sturdy fellows, who kept
apart from the herd and well behind
their fuglemen.
The speakers courage rose no doubt
from his position at the back of the
room, for the foremost of the assailants
seemed less determined. We were only
three, and we must have gone down,
barricade and all, before a rush. But
three are three. And an arquebuse-
Croisette's match burned sp!endidly-
well loaded with slugs is an ugly
weapon at five PAGES, and makes nasty
wounds, besides scattering its charge
famously. This, good many of them,
and the leaders in particular, seemed
to recognize. We might certainly take
two or three lives; and life is valuable
TO its owner when plumber is afoot
Besides most of them had common
sense enough to remember that there
were scores of Huguenots genuine
heretics-to be robbed for the killing,
SO why go out of the way, they reasoned,
to cut Catholic throat. and perhaps
get into trouble Why risk Montfau-
con for a whim? and offend man of in
fiuence like the Nicomte de Caylus, for
nothing.
Unfortunately at this crisis their
original design was recalled to their
minds by the same voice behind crying
out: "Pavannes! Where is Pavannes ."
"Ay!" shouted the butcher, grasping
the idea, and at the same time splitting
on his hands and taking a fresh grip of
the AK. "Show us the hereto dog, and
go! Let us at him."
IN. de Favannes," / said coolly-but
/ could not take my eyes off the shining
blade of that mans AK, it was so very
broad and sharp-"is not here!"
''That is lie! He is in that room
behind you!" the prudent gentleman
in the background called out. "Give
him up!"
"Ay, give him upl" echoed the man
of the pole-ax almost good-humoredly.
''or it will be the worst for you. Let us
have at him and get you gone!"
This with an air of much reason,
while growl as of chained beast ran
through the crowd. mingled with cries
of "a mort les Huguenotsl Vive Lor
raine! "-cries which seemed to show
that all did not approve of the indlu
gence offered us.
Beware, gentlemen. beware" 1
urged, II swear he is not here! swear
il, do you hear?"
A howl of impatience and then a sud
den movement of the crowd as though
the rush were coming warned me to
temporize no longer. "Stay! Stay"
l added hastily. One minute! Hear
me, You are too many for us Will
you swear to let us go safe and un-
touched, il we give you PASSAGE"
A dozen voices shrieked assent But
! looked at the butcher only, lie seemed
II be an honest man. {. il Of his profess
sion.
"Ny, | swear it," lie cried with a
nod
by the Mass"
''By the Mass
I twitched Croisette's sleeve, and he
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