Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1899-04-13
CHAPTER vI.--tcoSrrNurp.,

2 had heard her fatner say mat HloTnins
to the Count Germaln:
.Truly, | like not the problem. How
France is to escape bankruptcy | see
y not The king is improvident. the
treasury empty, and this assembly he
has convened seems inclined to take
all authority into their own hands.
These frequent nobs have an ugly
hook; once excited the canaille are like
wild beasts. Something prompt and
decisive should be done, and that Louis
XVI. is not the one to enforce"
Any warning to her father from
such source she knew would be un-
needed. Fortunately, he himself saw
the unpleasantness OF further stay at
The capital, and hurried back to Gren-
cble.
The premonitcry riot OF the 20th had
left an unpleasant impression. But
even that humiliating cup was moth
ing to the bitter dregs that were yet
10 pass to the kings lips. Blow fol-
lowed blow: the insurrection spread;
not alone Paris and Versailles were
excited, but the excited fever heat
erept onward to the very borders OF
the land
AT Grenoble the frantic zeal Of the
revolutionists seemed intensified.
.yiolante," said Count Beauvais,
coming into his daughters boudoir one
morning with perturbed brow; IBID
Celeste arrange some sort OF bridal fin
cry out of the family laces and jew
nlry. We have decided that an imme-
diate union must take place. Count
Germain proposes private wedding
this very night, and tomorrow we will
20 down to Marseilles and take passage
for England, and remain till the delir-
ium has blown away from France.
Horrible rumors have arrived from
Paris The king Is deposed. the whole
population In arms. and no one can
guess what horrible atrocities may
come next. We must get away as soon
~ possible. like not the dark looks
the crowd flung at me as l rode
through Grenoble."
Lady yiolante shivered, and said
fearfully:
Il know. not. my father, which fills
me with more dread, the frightful tid-
ings you bring frora our country, or
the evenings sacrifice you demand
from me"
Nonsense, child, viii you never
have done with that mawkish senti-
ment? The Count will make you a
good husband, and In these sorry
times, 7 trow, you may consider your
self fortunate to obtain a protector
stronger than father, whose strength
is we'll nigh spent"
IF there is no help. suppose
must submit, yet far rather would
be laid In a peaceful grave"
The Count appeared not to under
stand her last observation, and went
himself to give his directions to Ce-
Ieste.
That evening a small group was
gathered in the little chapel belonging
TO the chateau. The able had donned
his sacred vestments. wax candles
cleaned above the silver stands
Beside Count Beauvais stood his
friend. the father of the bridegroom
and leaning on his arm was the Count
ess Germain. pale, cold-eyed woman
whose Icy stateliness gave no evidence
Of any natural motherly emotion, a,
this important transaction In the life
0f her only son.
Count Emile had led forward the
pallid bride even to the altar steps
and the abbe had given the signal fol
them to kneel. when suddenly the door
Of the chapel was flung open, and a tai
figure strobe hurriedly up the aisle
and looked around him in astonish
ment.
What mummery Is this, at such .
tfme!" exclaimed he, unmindful OF the
flashing glances OF anger bent upor
MIN, "do you have bridals at the Judg
xent day! AwAy. away, have com.
70 warn you. An hour longer and nc
pcwer can save you."
Count German stood glaring Wild,
- the intruder. His son Sprang for,
ward, even from the side OF the faint
Rng bride. and .snatehing his father.
sword from It's sheath, sprang furious
~, toward Bernard.
-wretch! are You here again3 low,
horn varlet. you shall not intruds
again upon my presence!" ga
..Holds thundered Bernard, drawing
I pistol In either hand. "forbear youl
absurd distinctions sat this terrible
Acur. Wait Anth th6, visitors arrive
who are on thelriiwhy, and you viii
cease prating Of, your noble birth. Per
chance you Will be glad to change with
khe obscure Hugo you have persecutet
With such relentless enmity. Coan
Desuvais, 1 address myself to you,
ltrow there Ii but one here who ha.
any claim to sach service as freely
rive now, bat my errand 10 10 you ali
An infuriated, countless mob, armed
tvith pixies, muskets, pistols, every
thing they could seize at Grenoble
having murdered, with fiendish glee
lman, woman and child OF the nobl
famiiies you have called your friend.