Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-11-21

Z,
but that could not be. So thought of
Zaton's closed to me, of Pombal's in
\ suit, of the sneers and sights had
long kept at the swords point; and,
pressing him suddenly in heat of af
fected anger, thrust strongly over
his guard, which had grown feeble,
and ran him through the chest
When I saw him lying, laid out on
the stones with his eyes half shut, and
his face glimmering white in the dusk
not that I saw him thus long, for
there were dozen kneeling around
rim in twinkling-I felt an unwonted
pang. 1t passed, however, in mo-
ment. For l found myself confronted
by ring of angry faces-of men who,
/ keeping at distance, Kissed and
threatened me.
They were mostly canaille, who had
gathered during the fight, and had
I viewed all that passed from the far
Their side of the ratings. While some
snarled and ragged at me like wolves,
calling me Butcher" and Cut
throat" and the like, or cried out
that Berault was at his trade again,
others threatened me with the ven
i geance of the cardinal, flung the edict
in my teeth. and said with glee that
the guard was coming-they would see
me hanged yet.
His blood is on your head!" one
cried furiously. "He will be dead in
an hour And you will swing for him!
Hurrah!"
"Begone to your KENNEL" an
swered, with look which sent him a
yard backwards, though the ratings
were between us. And wiped my
blade carefully, standing little apart.
For-well, could understand tit
was one of those moments when man
J Is not popular. Those who had come
with me from the eating house eyed
me askance, and turned their backs
when l drew nearer; and those who
had Joined us and obtained admission
were scarcely more polite.
But was not to be outdone in sang
froid. cooked my hat, and drawing
my cloak over my shoulders. went
a
ours from the gate before l came with
, in dozen PAGES of it, The rascals
outside fell back as quickly, and in a
moment l was in the street. Another
moment and l should have been clear
Of the place and free to lie by for a
while, when a sudden scurry took place
round me. The crowd fled way into
, oI1 L.,
of the cardinals guard closed round
me.
I had some acquaintance with the
officer in command and he saluted me
civilly. "This is bad business. M. c.
Berault," he said. "The man is deat.
they tell me-"
Neither dying nor dead" an
swered lightly eff that be all. you
may go home again"
with YOU" he replied with grin,
certainly. And as rains, the soon
er the better. I must ask you for your
sword, am afraid
Take it," I said, with the philoso-
ply which never deserts me. "But the
man will not die"
ri hope that may avail you," he
answered in tone did not like. Left
wheel, my friends! To the Chatelet!
march,"
There are worse places" said,
and resigned myself to fate. After all.
:. I had been in prison before, and
learned that only one jail lets no pris-
oner escape.
But when l found that my friends
orders were to hand me over to the
watch, and that was to be confined
like any common jail-bird caught cut
ting purse or Sitting throat, con-
| TESS my heart sank. If l could get
/ speech with the cardinal, all would
be we'll; but if failed in this, or If the
case came before him in strange guise,
or he were in hard mood himself,
then it might go i'll with me. The
edict said, death!
/ And the lieutenant at the Chatelet
did not put himself to much trouble
to hearten me- what! again. M. de
Berault?" he said, raising his eye
| brows as he received me at the gate,
and recognized me by the light of
the brazier which his men were just
kindling outside. "You are very bold
man, Sir, or very foolhardr one. to
come here again. The old business, l
suppose?"
Eyes, but he is not dead" 1 an
swered coolly. "He has trifle-a mere
scratch. 1t was behind the church of
st. Jacques"
"He looked dead enough" my friend
the guardsman interposed. He had not
yet gone.
"Bah!" answered scornfully. "Have
you ever known me to make mis-
take? When kill a man, kill him.
put myself to pains, tell you, not
to kill this Englishman. Therefore he
will live"
| 81 hope So" said the lieutenant,
with dry smile. "And you had bet
ter hope so, too, M de Berault For if
not