Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1904-04-02


sary order for the release Of Lord
Cluny Neville,-"if such prisoner
was really in the Bastile, and send
ing a body of his own musketeers
with IT, directed Israel to accompany
them
The Governor of the Bastile had so .
forgotten Cluny, that his name called |
up no recollection. He did not know |
whether he was in the prison or not. /
He did not know whether he was
alive or dead. The very books of the
prison had forgotten Cluny. Their |
keeper grew cross, and positive OF
Nevile's non-ontering, as volume
after volume refused to give up his
name But Israel and his men, stand.
ing there so determined and so silent,
forced him to 90 back and back, un.
I'll he came to that fateful day when,
before the dawning, the young man
had been driven within those terrible
gates.
ION whose order?" asked Israel,
speaking with sharp authority.
ION the order Of his eminence, Car.
dinal Mazarin," was the answer.
81 thought so;" then turning to the
head gaoler he added you have the
order for release. We are in haste"
Time is not counted here. We
know not haste" was the answer.
Then" said Israel flaming into
passion, you must learn how to
hasten. l give you ten minutes to
| produce Lord Neville. After that
time, shall return to his eminence
and report your refusal to obey him."
The gaoler had never before been
accosted in such language. AS word
| by word was translated to his intel
ligence, he manifested an unspeakable
terror. He left the chamber at once,
and within the time named there were
sounds heard which made all hearts
stand still,-the slow movement of
feet hardly able to walk,-the dismal
clangor of iron, and anon the mourn
full sound of human voice. But
nothing could have prepared Clunys
comrades for the sight of their old
companion His tall form was attenu-
ated to the last point; his eyes, un-
accustomed to much light, would not
at once respond, they looked as If
they had lost vision; his hair
struggled unkempt over his shoulders,
and the awful pallor of the prison
on his face and neck and hands was
more CHASTITY than the pallor of death.
His clothing had decayed; 1t hung in
shreds about his limbs; but there was
a glimmer of his old self in the pitiful
effort he made, as soon as conscious
Of human presence, to lift up his head
and carry himself without fear.
"Cluny! Cluny! Cluny!" cried
Israel and then Cluny distinguished
the buff and steel uniforms, and knew
who 1t was that called him. A long
sharp cry of agony, wonder, Joy, an
sweSed the call, apA he fell seAseles
into Israefs arms.
They brought him wine, they lifted
him to the open window, they lait
bare the skeleton form of his chest
they called him by name in voices 81
full of love and pity that his sou
perforce answered their entreaties
Then the Governor offered him some
clothing, but Israel put it passionately
away They were worse than Baby
lonish garments in his sight, hC
would not touch them. He asked
only for a public litter, and when 4
was procured, they laid Cluny in 1t
and his comrades bore him through
the streets of Paris to their lodging
on the outskirts of the city.
When they left the gates Of thu
prison there was a large gathering
of men, and 1t increased as they pro
ceeded,-a pitiful crowd, whose yer.
silence was the highest eloquence
For they understood. Cluny lay prom
and oblivious to their vision. The,
had seen him come from the Bastile
He was dead, or dying, and thes
d angry. weeping soldiers were hi
comrades. They began to mutter. t
4 exclaim, to voice their sympathy NOR
y and more intelligibly. Women, pray
ing and weeping audibly, Joined tn
o procession, and Israel foresaw tn
a possibility of trouble. He felt that /
some way order must be restored
n and inspired by the wisdom within
he raised his hands and in a louC
h ringing voice, began the favorit
hymn of his troopers; and to tn
n. words they had been used to sin
n in moments of triumphal help or d.
d liverance they carried Cluny, wit
Is the solemn order of a religious SER
ct ice, safely into their camp.