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

the kings of France, after three gener-
atoms. L have, therefore, we'll earned
the right to be left to seek knowledge
in mine own way
1.-The service of the devil is not the
way to knowledge" said the girl.
"Ah, there it is" said the marshal.
raising his hand with gentle depreca-
ton. Even you, who are so highly
privileged, are not wholly superior to
vulgar prejudice | keep a college of
priests for the service of God and the
virgin. They have done me but little
good. Surely, therefore, 1 may be al
lowed q little service of that other. who
has afforded me SO much pleasure and
aided me so much. The master of evil
knows all things, and he can help those
he will TO the secrets of wealth, of
power and of eternal youth"
Have you gained any of these by the
aid of that master whom you serve?
asked the lady Sybilla, with great quiet
in her voice.
NAY, not yet" cried the marshal,
moved for the first time. Not yet
perhaps because 1 have sought too
eagerly and hotly. But 1 am now with
in sight of the wondrous goal. See, 3"
he added, with genuine excitement in
his voice, see, | am still a young man,
yet though /, Giles de RetZ. was born
to the princeliest fortune in France,
and by marriage added another, they
have both been spent well-nigh to the
last silver, in learning the hidden Sc
cretS of the universe. l am still a
young man, say, but look at my whit
ening hair, count the deep wrinkles on
my forehead, consider my withered
cheek. Have 1 not tasted all delights,
and cast aside all scruples, that
might win back my youth, and with it
the knowledge of good and evil?"
Sybilla went to the door and stood
again by the curtain.
Then you swear by your own God
that you will let no evil befall the
Scottish maids?" she said.
Il have told you already-let that
sufficer' he replied, with sudden cold
ness. You know that, like the master
whom 1 serve, 1 can keep my word. [
will not harm them, so long as their
Scottish kinsfolk come not hither med
ding with my purpose. 1 have enough
of meddlers in France, without adding
outlanders thereto. l cannot keep
new and permanent danger at grass
within my gates"
The Lady Sybilla passed out of the
portal by which she had entered, with
out adieu or leave taking of any kind
Giles de Retz rose as soon as the cur
tain had fallen, and shock himself with
yaWn, like one who had got through
troublesome, necessary duty. Then
he walked to the window and looked
out. The woman had come back and
was kneeling before the Hotel de Por-
mic.
At sight of him she cried with sud
den shrillness: My lord, my great
lord, give me back my child-my little
Pierre. He is all my hearts heart My
lord. he never did you any harm in all
his innocent lifer
The Marshal de Retz shut the win
dow with shrugs of protest against
the vulgarity of prejudice. He did not
notice four men in the garb of pilgrims.
who stood in the dark of a doorway op-
posite.
This is both unnecessary and excess
lively discomposing. he muttered Il
fear Poitou has not been judieious
enough in his selections"
He turned toward the private door.
and as he did so, Astarte, the she-wolf,
rose and. silently followed him, with
her head dropped forward He went
along a dark passage and pushed open
little iron door. A bright light, as of
furnace, burned before him, and the
heat was overpowering as it rushed
like tide race against his face.
We'll, Poitou, does it go better?" he
said, cheerfully, "or must we try them
of the other sex and somewhat younger.
as l at first proposed?"
He let the door slip back, and the
action of the powerful spring shut out
Astarte. Whereat she sat down on her
launches in the dark Of the passage
and showed her cleaning teeth in a
grin, as, with cooked ears, she listened
to the sounds from within the secret
workroom of the Marshal de RetZ.