Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1904-03-11

ssry order for the release Of Lord
Cluny NevilIe,-"if such a prisoner
was really in the Bastile. and send
ing a body Of his own musketeers
with 1t, directed Israel TO accompany
them.
The Governor Of the Bastile had 90
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
Neville's non-enterlng, 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 go back and back, I'M
til he came to that fateful day when,
before the dawning, the young man
had been driven within those terrible
gates.
"On whose order?" asked Israel,
speaking with sharp authority.
"On the order Of his eminence, Car
dinal Mazarin," was the answer.
Il 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. I give you ten minutes TO
produce Lord Neville After that
time, / shall return 10 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 a human voice. But
nothing could have prepared Cluny's
comrades for the sight OF their old
companion His tall form was attenu-
ated to the last point; his eyes, IN
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; il 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.
~Clunyi Cluny. Clunyi" cried |
Israel; and then Cluny distinguished |
the bun and steel uniforms, and knew |
who it was that called him. A long. 1
sharp cry of agony, wonder. JOY. an |
swered the call, and he fell senseless /
into Israel's arms.
They brought him wine, they lifted /
him to the open window, they laid /
bare the skeleton form OF his chest. |
they called him By name in voices so
full of love and pity that his soul
perforce answered their entreaties.
Then the Governor offered him some
but Israel put it passionately |
away They were worse than Baby
Ionish garments in his sight; he
would not touch them. He asked
0nly for a public litter. and when it
was procured. they laid Cluny in it,
and his comrades bore him through
The streets of Paris to their lodging
1n the outskirts of the city.
When they left the gates OF the
prison there wss a large gathering
If men. and it increased as they pro-
,eeded,-a pitiful crowd. whose very
silence was the highest eloquence.
FOR they understood. Cluny lay prone
md oblivious to their vision. They
lad seen him come from the Bastile.
lie was dead. or dying. and these
Ingry, weeping soldiers we're his
They began TO mutter, to
.xclaim, to voice their sympathy more
nd more intelligibly Women. pray
ng and weeping audibly. joined the
and Israel foresaw the
'ossibility of trouble He felt that in
ONE way order must be restored,
nd inspired by the wisdom within.
e raised his hands and in q loud.
inging voice, began the favorite
ymn OF his troopers; and to the
lords they had been used 10 sing
4 moments Of triumphal Sclr or de-
they carried Cluny. with
be solemn order Of a religious serY-
e. safely into their camp.