The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1899-06-08

and was leaning against the wardrobe
one hand on the hilt of his sword, and
at my words he spoke slowly: 81 de-
sire to see this room in the 1'oison dor,
and TO look upon the assembly that has
net there with my own eyes"
"Now, sirel"
"Yes. now"
"Your majesty, it is not now posi-.
ble!"
"Nentre ST. Gris-not possiblel"
Permit me, sire--thc only way is by
this window. your majesty will step
! here, you will see the risk of 1t. will
| go and see If they have met; but / con-
! jure you not to make the attempt. The
| slightest accident would be fatal"
do you think | have never scaled a
rock before" be said craning out of
! the window. "Am a child, NJ. d'Auriac.
or miiletonnerres! Because my beard
| is gray, am | in my dotage? will go,
strand thank God that for this mo-
ment I can drop the king and be sim
pie knight. You can stay behind, mon
sieur, If you like. go to test the truth
of your words"
Your majesty might save yourself
the trouble. again entreat you-your
life belongs to France
Il know that" he interrupted
haughtily, mo more prating, please
will you go first, or shall -"
Their was no answer to this. It
flashed on me TO call to de Nitry for
aid to stop the king; but one look at
those resolute features before me con-
vinced me that such a course would be
useless. l lowered the light, and then
testing the ends of the ladder again
and again, made the ascent as before.
Leaning through the embrasure | saw
the dark figure of the king already
holding on to the ladder, and he fol-
lowed me as agile asa cat. Making n
long arm ! seized him by the shoulder,
and with this assistance he clambered
noislessly over the parapet and lay be-
side me.
One by one we stole up to the sky
light, and the king. raising himself,
glanced in, my eyes following over his
shoulders. For full five minutes we
were there, hearing every word, seeing
every soul. And then the king bent
down softly, and, laying a hand on my
shoulder, motioaed rue back. 1t was
not uuCil we reached the parapet that
he said anything, and it was as if he
were muttering prayer to himself.
When we got back l helped him TO
dress. He did not. however, resume his
roouelaure OF hat. but stood playing
, with the hilt of his sword, letting his
, eye run backward and forward over the
vacant space in my room. AT last he
{ turned to me.
, Monsieur, you have not answered q
t question pur you one evening here"
:. Sire" / answered boldly, "is it my
fnult?"
= lie began to pull at his mustache
y keeping his eyes to the ground, and say
I ing to himself: "Sully will not be her,
e for a little, there is time" AS for me,
: took my courage in both hands ant
n waited. So n half minute must hav,
k passed before he spoke again.
4 Monsieur, If gentleman ha
wronged another there is only on,
}, course open. There is room enough her
:, take your sword and your place"
:, IL" stammered. "Your majesty
l do not understand"
l. 81 never heard that NJ. de Chevalie
d was dense on these matters. Come, sir
e time presses; your place"
"May my hand wither if do" burs
L out; Il will never stand so before tn
S king"
r Not before the king, monsieur, bu
Y before n man who considers himself
little wronged, too. What! Is d'Auria
e so high that he cannot stoop to cross
blade with plain Henry de Bourbon?'
e And then it was as if God himself tool
L the scales from my eyes, and fell ol
3, my knees before my king.
IL He raised me gently. Monsieur,
} thank you; it is much for king to hav
% gained a friend, and harkl If | am no
= mistaken here is de Vitry."
e ITo BE Continued