The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1904-05-20

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Cartilon. While yet waiting by the
spring I was Mortified to see men
Struggling On top Of the great tower.
Their fight was brief and decisive.
Two Of them, one being Maurice my
most trusted man at arms, We're
thrown violently to the COURTYARD be
low. OF the others some We're killed.
some oyerpowered and carried below
again.
All Of this took only an instant. for
Il appeared but the end Of a desperate
encounter which had been raging else
where. The time, however, was long
enough for me to see that those OF the
larger party wore the white sash and
cross which distinguished my assail-
ants in Rouen.
"God In heaven. what murders work
have we at Cartillon?" I cried aloud
IN my misery. Then one who could an
swer came running toward me from
the castle, gashed, with snapped sword
fn hand.
"Oh, master, master, the Catholics.
the Catholics" vas all he could speak
eat before he fell a senseless mass at
my horse's feet.
Cartllon was not now a refuge.
Immediately the distant sound of
boot beats came loud and louder yet,
from the direction Of Rouen. Ortez
va coming.
QUICK, CASTOR, we must n.y..
Ny overtaxed horse failed me now.
% his knees. and after a few spas
0odio twitches, stiffened out forever
1pon the rocky read. I stood erect a
Noment, child in arms irresolute.
There vas short shrift to think. My
blood rebelled at flight.
''Here. CASTOR, take the boy; hide in
the wood. Carry him to the Abbot of
vaux, and conjure the good priest, by
our fathers love and ours, to save my
baby"
Castor had hardly passed from sight
among the trees before a dozen we'll
armed horsemen, bearing the same
white cross In their caps, spurred
round q curve in the forest road, COM
ing suddenly upon me beside my fallen
0teed. Sword in hand, I fronted them,
determined, come what would. to fly no
further The evil face Of Ortez shone
With qualification at so unexpectedly
finding me alone.
'Now. yield thee. sirrah," he cried,
his men surrounded me. A quick
thrust through the body Of his horse,
brought him to the ground.
mot yet, thou slayer of women; here
upon equal footing. thy life shall pay
Tor those Of wife and child"
I verify believed the Almighty ven
gsance was in my blade, n doubt not
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troopers, but for a crushing pike blow
over the head, so swiftly did 1t all come
about.
Ny brain reeled; the sword dropped
changing from my nerveless hand.
When I recovered. I found myself
bound upon a horse behind one Of the
men.
ION with him. men. to Cartillon;
there we rest this night in the kings
name"
In this wise we rode along; ortez
openly exultant, I silent n scornful.
"Aha, my fine brother" he spoke low
at my saddle. thy fathers son has
revenge thee the wrong our father did
my mother for thine? Didst know the
I made no reply. but he went on un
ITO my mother he gave
his love. but dared not give
his m name Ssi to ton thy n @0the r,Y ne S gsye io hi.
So thou art the proud lord Of Cartillon
and I the outcast soldier of fortune
b nameless adventurer, slayer o.
women-what thou wilt. But thing.
are changed now. Before many hour:
I will be the Count d'Artfn. and thol
q dishonored corpse, sweet brother"
Thou. Thou my brother?"
turned upon him a look Of incredu
lou5 contempt, yet, for I had heare
some uch tale Of my fathers youth.
asked:
Thy mother was"
.Nanon Esculas, whom thy fathe
abducted in Spain to desert in France.
my heart sank; I had seen the WON
an. and knew her son for n Of tn
most courageous and u~nprincipled ad
venturers who hung about the cour
and held their swords for hire. Whe
tbs noisy troop rode up to the gates Q
cartillon their leader paused. a hea
appeared upon the battlements.
s0uise." cried Ortez, giving tn
watchword Of that day Of slaughter
The ~drawbridge lowered, and ope
swung the gates.
Welcome to Carttllon, d'Artin," Or
tea bowed Here at last we find res
spread in the great hall, ransack tn
place for good cheer. We've done bray
work this glorious day. my lads, and
merry ending we'll have before tn
night is gone"
Everywhere in the courtyard wer
evidences Of bloody conflict, singly. !
groups, in hideous, crimson-splashe
1rss lay Catholics and Huguenots to
Gether, peaceful enough in death.
by my faith. and a gallant set G
gentlemen we have here" laughed Or
tea. What think you. brother mine?
And as he spoke he leaned from hi
saddle to strike down a half dyin
NF0toh who lifted his head from anon
he slain.
Perez" he called to his sergeant rid
ting behind him, dispose of these bod
-. Throw the hereto dogs into tn
I'D well yonder. Give our martyre
friends Christian burial"
He sat on his. horse idly toying wit
his dagger. and forced me to watch m
servants, the wounded and the deat
being cast into the yawning darkness
Of the well.
Goods blood! here is our swee
young Philip. What, not yet dea6
Why. 1t matters not, cast him in" TIL
IN answer to a questioning look frol
the more merciful Perez.
The men at arms had extricated frol
Q hsa7 Of slain the limp body Of m
xounSest brother. q boy Of 20. his pall1
4aoe gaping open from a cut across tt
Nhsek. He lifted his eyes languidly
ntns.
'>Oh, brother. you are come. Son
water. water" he murmured.
throw him in. men," Ortez, int
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