The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1899-01-20
CHAPTER XVI.
A COUNCIL OF WAR.

A COUNClL OF WAR.
AS l slipped through the wicket l
cast hurried glance around me, and
then, acting on the impulse of the mo-
ment, ran forwards along the road for
about so PAGES with Babette's dagger
clenched in my hand. There | was
brought to stand by a dead wall,
studded with iron spikes at the top,
which rose sheer above me for fully
20 feet and barred all further progress.
1t was evident that the Toison dor
stood in a blind alley, and that I had
taken the wrong turning. Not even an
ape could have scaled the moss-grown
and slippery surface of those stones.
and, leaning against buttress in the
darkest corner of the wall, stood for
a moment or so and waited, determined
to sell my life as dearly as possible
should l be pursued There was no
sound, however; all was still as the
grave. So ] stole forth from the shadow
of the buttress, and, keeping the dagger
ready to strike, retraced my steps past
the ToisOn dor and along the winding
and crooked passage, keeping as far
away from the walls as possible to avoid
any sudden attack, until at last l found
myself in a cross street, down which
went, taking note of such landmarks as
could to guide me back, when should
return with vengeance in my right
hand. The cross street led into other
winding and twisting lanes, whose
squalid inhabitants were either fitting
up and down or quarreling amongst
themselves. or else sitting in a sullen
silence.
How long wandered in that maze of
streets I cannot say, but at last l came
upon an open space, and finding it more
or less empty stopped to take my bear
ings. My only chance to get back to my
lodging that highland it was an i'm
portant to do so-was to strike the Seine
at some point or other; but in what di-
rection the river lay could not, for the
life of me, tell. At last determined to
steer by the moon, and holding her
track to the southwest of me went on,
keeping az landmark on my left the
tall spire of church, whose name /
plOdded on for about an hour, until at
last 1 was sensible that the street
which was in was wider than the 9th
ers had passed through, and, finally, |
saw before me couple of lanterns, evil
IDENTIFY slung on rope that stretched
| across n street much broader still than
the one was in. That, and the sight of
1,n 7 l. I
gained one of the main arteries of the
| city, and it was with an inward Thank
| God" that | stepped under the light and
| looked about me, uncertain which direc-
| ton | should take; for if / kept the
| moon behind me, as had done hitherto,
I should have to cross over and leave
| the street, and | felt sure that this
would be a serious error, and that would
| only lead me into further difficulties. 1t
was as yet no more than half hour or
so beyond COmpline, so the street was
full; and unwilling to attract the atten-
| ton of the watch, which had a habit of
combining its beat to places where it was
least required, | began to stroll slowly
down. determined to inquire the way of
| the first passer-by who looked in a mood
amiable enough to exchange a word
with so bedraggled a wretch as was
then.
| had not long to wait, for in a short
time / noticed one who was evidently a
well-to-do citizen hurrying along with
a persuading staff in his right hand, and
the muffled figure of lady cIinging on
to his left arm. could make out moth
ing of her; but the man himself was
short and stout of figure, and l ran tc
the conclusion that he must be a CHEEKY
soul, for, as far as l could see by the
light of the street lamps, he looked like
one who enjoyed good meal and can
to follow, and. approaching. addressed
him:
Pardon. monsieur, but l have lost
my way"
had hardly spoken so much, when
loosening his arm from the lady, the
little man jumped back yard and be-
gan flourishing his stick.
Stand back" called out the little
man. dabbing his stick at me.
''Be still, Mangel. So you wish tc
find the rue de Bourdonnais, sir?"
He had better find the watch" in
terrupted Maitre Mangel, they have