Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-12-22
UNDER THE
 RED ROBE By STANLEY J. WHITMAN
ai. by Stanley J. wsyman.,

paces ahead, and was left chilled and wondering, foreseeing the worst, and no longer in any mood for the gam ing-table. Such revelation of such man was enough to appall me. Conscience cried out that he must have heard that Cocheforet had escaped, and through me! But dismissed the idea as soon as formed. In the vast meshes of the cardinals schemes, Cocheforet could be only small fish; and to ac- count for the face in the coach needed cataclysm, catastrophe, misfortune, as far above ordinary mis- haps as this mans intellect rose above the common run of minds.
 It was almost dark when I'crossed the bridges and crept despondently to the Rue Savonnerie. After stabling my horse I took my bag and holsters and climbing the stairs to my old land- iord's-the place seemed to have grown strangely mean and small and ill-smelling in my absence-I knocked at the door It was opened by the little tailor himself, who threw up his arms at the sight of me. By St. Genevieve!" he said, If it is not NJ. de Beraultl"
 "No other" I said. It touched me little, after my lonely journey, to find him so glad to see me-though I had sometimes to unbend to him and bor- row his money. You look surprised, little mani" I continued, as he made way for me to enter. "I'll be sworn you have been pawning my goods and letting my room, you knave!"
 Never, your excellencyl" he an- swered, beaming on me. "on the con trary. have been expecting you"
 How" I said "To-day?"
 To-day or tomorrow" he an- swered, following me in and closing the door. "The first thing said, when I heard the news this morning. was: Now we shall have NJ. de Berault back again. Your excellency will pardon the children" he continued, as took the old seat on the three-legged stool be- fore the hearth. 'fThe night Is cold, and there is no fire in your room"
 While he ran to and fro with my cloak and bag, little Gil. to whom [ had stood at St. Sulpice's-borrowing ten crowns the same day. remem- ber-came shyly to play with my sword-hIlt. 50 you expected me back when you heard the news. Fris- on, did your said. taking the lad on my knee.
 "To be sure, your excellency." he answered, peeping into the black pot before he lifted 1t to the hook.
 'very good. Then. now. let us hear what the news wss." said dryly.
 "Of the cardinal. NJ. de Berault"
 "Ah7 And what?"
 He looked at me. holding the heavy pot suspended in his arms. You have not heard7- he exclaimed, his jaw falling.
 Not a title. Tell 1t me. my good fellow"
 | NOu 1dNt UVA ncafu tAdA NtAN Eminence Is disgraesdT
 stared at him. Not a word" I said.
 He set down the pot Your excel iency must have made a very icng journey indeed. then" he said. with conviction. For t has been in the air a week or more and thought it had brought you back. A week. A month I dare say. They whisper that It Is the old Queens doing At any rate. it is certain that they have cancelled his commissions and displaced his ofieers- There are rumors of immediate peace with Spain His enemies are lifting up their heads and I hear that he has reizys of horses set al the vay to the coast. that he may fy at any mOment- ! For what ! know he may be gone al- ready.
 But. nan I ssid-'the kingl You forrrt the king. Let the cardinal once pipe to him and he wil dznoe- And they wfIl dance. tool added grimly-
 ~Y~ Prison answered eagerly -True. v1zr excsllszcy. but the Ring viii not see him Three tines today u an told. the cardinal has driven ss ths Lu1enbourF and stood Hks sny common man In tks arts-<ksnb<r, ss