The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1899-04-20

tory she had heard in such burning
words that very night, but who CLAIMED
hey warmest affection as the mother or
Bernard, when Bernard himself came
hurriedly from the low and tardy cove
entrance
you are here" exclaimed he, with
an exclamation of intense rellef. l
dare not tell you what narrowing sus-
pense | have endured. They told me
you were drowned. | had hoped of a
better fate, but my fears were painfully
acute. They are searching on the clif
even yet, so l came through the cove,
crawling on my hands and knees
through the Shiny water" added he,
smilingly to Violante, which accounts
for my having such face and toilet.
All, mother dear, it has been a terrible
night You must send Lady Niolan,e
with an opiate to your own couch. She
has undergone enough TO PROSTATE
an iron constitution. Do not ask me
to repeat anything in her presence"
Heaven bless you 70" your kind
ness" sobbed Violante; "oh, Bernard,
Bernard, what OF my father?"
Take courage, my beloved one, you
have seen for yourself what influence
my uncle Yields He will be the die
tator, here at Grenobe. If we can only
move him from his bitter spirit of re-
venge, all will be we'll for everyone. We
have our own account to urge; surely
my mother and !, the only beings on
earth that he loves, may plead sue
cessfully. Put away your fears, Nio-
lante, and pardon me that in this hour
of affection a wild joy thrills my heart
with the hope that now | may win her
whom | have loved so devotedly but
hopelessly."
Later, on that eyentful night, when
poor Violante's terrors were banished
in the slumber the opiate had brought
to her exhausted frame, the cavern sa-
loon saw q strange sight. There was
citizen Jean, who had preached so flu
riously TO the mob for the downfall OF
the nobility, with his sister and his
nephew at his feet, clinging to his
hands, and with tender appeals and
heart-wrung tears, imploring him to
forego his fatal revenge. For a long
time he was implacable and obdurate
At length his sister, in the wretched-
ness of despair, exclaimed frantically-
''Oh, Jean, Jean, it is in your power TO
give me a few peaceful days at the
close OF my eventful life. You may
send me too to your dreadful guillo-
tine, for if the father of my child per-
ishes by it's fatal axe, shall die of
shame and horror and remorse"
Then the stern face quivered, the
fiery eyes lost their fierce blaze in
gush of tears, and NJ. Jean exclaimed
ruefully:
You have conquered, you shall have
your way"
And that way brought about, that
in the dead of night, two wretched
fugitives arrived at the cliff, and re-
ceived shelter and comfort within its
hidden walls.
Count Beauyais, completely cured of
pride and obduracy, with tears of
thanksgiving, caught his recovered
daughter in his arms, and giving her
to Bernard: gave also his warmest and
most grateful blessing.
For Count German was in a more
critical situation. To meet as presery-
ers and benefactors the wronged wife
and son was almost equal to ascending
the guillotine. But remorse and mis-
cry had wrought purifying work Be
sides he came there TO receive their
pardon and die. The countess had ii
some way obtained paper OF poison,
which she had administered to him rs
well as herself. What was speedy
death for her was slower process
upon his stronger frame. He died. pen
itent and hopeful, breathing his last in
the cavern, surrounded by his weeping
wife and forgiving son, and leaving
his papers to reinstate Bernard in his
lawful position, if the bloody crisis of
the country should pass away. The es-
cape of the two counts was always
marvel, but rapidly surging events
swept it away from the minds con-
stantly familiar with new and as des-
perate tragedies, and no one had been
bold enough to question NJ Jean, the
noted Jacobin. No one either suspected
the existence of the wonderful cavern
which he had enlarged and fitted up
for the secure retreat of his sister and
her child. There Violante and her
father remained in safety, until an OPP
portunity came through Christophes
sloop TO escape to England with Ber-
nard, his mother and uncle, who, upon
the fall Of Robespierre, knew that
France was no longer safe retreat for
him.
When prosperity and peace, under
Napoleon Bonaparte, once more
smoothed away the agitation of the