The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-01-08
CHAPTER XIV.

ROASTING OF GILES DE SILLE.
But as fate would have it, il was not
in the Hotel de Pornic nor yet in the
city of Paris that Laurence O'Hallo-
ran was destined to enter the service
of the most mighty Marshal de Retz.
Not till three DAYS after his converse
with the prisoner did Laurence find an
opportunity Of escaping from the house
in the. street OF the Urselines. Sholto
and his father meantime kept their
watch upon the mansion Of the enemy,
turn and turn about, but without dis
covering anything pertinent TO their
purpose or giving Laurence chance
to get clear off with Giles de Sille. The
Lord James had also frequently adven-
tured forth. as he declared, il order TO
spy out the land, though it is some
what sad to relate that his espionage
conducted itself in regions which gave
more opportunities of investigau ting the
peculiar delights of Paris than of dis
covering the whereabouts Of Maud
Iindesey and his cousin, the fair maid
of Galloway.
The head of Giles de Sille was still
swathed in bandaseS when, with an
additional swaddling band across his
eyes. he and Laurence, that truant
scion Of the house of O'HallOran, stole
out into the night. A chill had de-
scended with the darkness and a pale,
dank mist from the marshes of the
Seine made the pair shiver as arm in
arm they Ventured carefully forth.
Laurence was doing a, foolish, even a
wicked thing in thus, without warning,
deserving his companions. But he was
Just at the age when it is the habit Of
youth to deceive themselves with the
thought that shred OF good intent
covers a world Of folly.
Tho =r7o-if5z-p- f0=Tad the Hotel de POr-
mic practically deserted. They ap-
preached it cautiously from the back
lest they should run into the arms Of
any OF the numerous enemies of its
terrible lord. who, though not abhorred
IN Paris as in most other places which
he favored with his visits. had yet lit
tie love weared upon him even there
The custodian of the stone cell by. the
gate came yawning out to the bars at
the sound of Giles de Sille's knocking,
and after a groWl of disfavOr admitted
the youth and his companion
"What-gone, my master gomez cried
Giles. striking his hand on his thigh
with an astonished air, ''impossible,'
TT was indeed a thing particularly
unthOughtful and discourteOUs of my
Lord de Retz. marshal of France, to
undertake q journey without consult
ing YOU replied the man who consid-
cred growing his strong point, but
feebly concealing his pleasure at the
faVorite's discontinue. we all know
upon what terms your honorable self is
with my lord. But you must not blame
him. for he waited whole tweilty-feur
hours for news of you. II was reported
that YOU were set upon by four giants,
and that your bones. crushed like
filbert, had been discovered in the
horse pond at the back Of the convent
Of the virgins of Complaisance.
"Gilles de Sille looked as if he could
well have murdered the speaker on
the spot. His favor with his master
was evidently not q thing of Tepute in
his masters household. So much was
clear to Laurence, who. for the first
time, began to have fears as to his
own reception, having such an unpopu-
lar person as voucher and intrOducer.
''Jf you do not keep d civil tongue
in your head, Sirrah Eabord,' the
youth Kissed the words through his
clenched teeth, L will have your throat
cut
"Aili 7 am too old" said the man,
boldly; Besides this is Paris. and I
have been twenty years concierge to
his grace the duke of Orleans. I and
my wife have his secrets, even as you
noble Sire de Sille. have those OF my
new raster. You, or lac either, by Gods
grace, viii think twice before cutting
my throat. Moreover, you VIII be good
enough to state your business or get to
bed. For ! am of TO mine. I serve my
master, but Z am not compelled to
spend the night parleying with his lac
queys.''
Now. the concierges of Paris are very
free and independent personases, and
their tongues are accustomed to wag
freely and to some purpose in their
heads.
WHITTIER has my master gomez" asked
De Sille, curbing his wrath in order to
set an answer.
he said that he went TO Tfffauges.
Whether that be true, you have better
means of knowing than T.
The swartlly youth turned to Lau-
rence-
"Sow much money have you, Master
O'Halioran? I have spent all of mine.
and this city swine viii not lend me
single sou for my expenses. We must
70 the stables and follow the Sieur de
Retz forthwith to Brittany"
i have ten golden angels, which the
parture,' said Laurence, with some
pride.
His companion nodded approvingly.
That viii see Us thrOugh-that is,
with care. Give them here to mer' he
added, after 4 moments thoGght; I
VIII pay them out with more care. be-
ing Of the country through which we
pass
But Laurence. though headlong and
reckless, had not been born Scot for
naBght.
wait tin, there is necessity he re-
piled cautiously. and they shall not be
lacking. Till then they are quite safe