The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-08-15

| well-let it be as you wish I promise
NJ. de Gomeron."
| Enough, my lord-I thank you. The
Chevalier Latin has laid before YOU In
detail all our resources. Let me now
! p9puBQ puB uIQ eIoJeq seM leul luau
-QoIed g peIToIun eH ..sIq4 no1 Nous
| It to the marshal. Here" he added.
are the signatures of all. 1t only
needs that of Biron-now sign"
could hear the beating of nv heart
In the silence that followed. and then
Biron said hoarsely, NO! No. I will
never put my name to paper"
Morbleu! Marshal burst out Latin.
This is no time for nibbling at cher
ry. Tremouille and Epernon have sign
ed Put your seal to the scroll. and
the day it reaches NJ. de Savoye. 81, 900
| troops are across the frontier, and YOU
will change the cabbage gardens of
Biron for the coronet of Burgundy and
la Bresse.''
And see your head on a crown piece,
| marshal" added de Gomeron.
| But we have not heard, Lain" be-
| gan the marshal.
| I'VE will hear tonight, uonseieneur-
that horn meant news, and Zamet never
fails. Curse the low-bred Italian. Par
dieu, he is here and as he spoke T
heard what seemed to be three distinct
knocks at carved door, and, Latin
opening it, a man booted and sDurred
| entered the room. He was splashed
with mud, as one who had ridden fast
and far.
"Zamet"' exclaimed the marshal and
de Gomeron, both rising, and the face
OF the former was pale as death -
Good evening, gentlemen! MaIedett5!
But L have had devil of a ride, and
! some fool kept winding a Will-o IT,
| wisp kind of horn that led me a efne
dance. 1t was lucky I met your men,"
Then that blast we heard was not
yours?"
"Corpo di Bacco! No. chevalior."
We'll, friends, you all seem to have
pale faces-would you not like to hear
| the news?"
There was no answer, and the Ital-
ian continued: Il suppose must give
1t; make your mind easy. 1t is all
oversize died last night"
Did it hurt herr" asked Bfron, ner-
| vously.
brutally. 81 have never tasted the
Borgia citron myself"
Mon Dieuw exclaimed the marshal,
sprlng1ng to his feet, this is too terri
be" and he began to pace UP and
down, whilst the other three remained
IN whispered converse, their eyes now
and again turning to Biron, who walk
ed the room like a Gagged beast. Nicho-
las had risen slowly to his feet despite
my orders. and was looking over nv
shoulders with a white face and blaZ-
ing eyes. 1 dared not tell him to 60
back; but with warning look at him
strained my ears to catch what was
being said, but could hear nothing
until at length Zamet raised his voice:
Have done with it, marshal, and sign.
After all, Nine. de Beaufort was no
more than -, and he used a foul
word The king is PROSTATE now; but
In week Gabrielle will be forgotten,
and then anything might happen. He
already writes verses on her." he went
on with a grin. "Charmante Gabrielle
-dlavolo! but you should have seen
her as she lay dead-she was green as
jade cup
BE still, dog" and Biron turned
fiercely on him The Italian stepped
pack, his hand on his dagger; but in
a moment he recovered himself. His
black eyebrows lifted, and his upper
lip drew back over his teeth in a sneer.
L did not know monseieneur would
be SO affected; but time presses ard
we need the name of Biron to that
scroll. Hand the marshal the pen,
Latin"
1T is here" and de Gomeron. Dip
ping pen in a silver inkstand, held it
out in his hand.
Biron made a half step forward TO
take 1t when thing happened. I felt
myself suddenly thrust aside, theAe
was a binding flash, a loud repoT1,
and shout from Nicholas: "Misss<
by God!'
There was absolutely no time to 81
anything but make for the horses
Nicholas had fired at de Gomeron il
his mad thirst for revenge, and hao :
practically given our lives away In
the uproar and din that followed we
slid down the sash like apes, and dash
ed toward the horses, Some one shout
ed "Traitor-traitor!" and let fly at lis
twice as we ran across the open space.
CTo be Conttuued9