Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-12-02

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 1 thought he was about to. nod to f the lieutenant to withdraw me, and a chilling sweat broke out down my back. saw the scaffold, I felt the ! cords. A moment, and it would be too late. "I have favor to ask" l stammered desperately, If your emil hence would give me moment alone. {"
 To what end?" he answered, turn 1 ing and eyeing me with cold disfavor. 1 T know you-your past--all. It can do no good, my friend" 1 Nor harm!" cried And am a 1 dying man, Monseigneur!" 1 That is true" he said thoughtfully. Still he seemed to hesitate; and my { heart beat fast. At last he looked at the lieutenant. You may leave us," he said shortly. Now" when the of flcer had withdrawn and left us alone, l What Is 1t? Say what you have to say quickly. And above all, do not try to fool me, M. de Berault." But his piercing eyes so disconnected me that now in my chance could not find a word to say, and stood before him mute. think this pleased him, for his face relaxed
 ''Well?" he said at last. "Is that all?"
 ''The man is not dead" I muttered. He shrugged his shoulders contempt 1 uously. What of that?" he said. That was not what you wanted to say to me"
 Once I saved your eminence's life" faltered miserably
 Admitted" he answered, In his thin, incisive voice. You mentioned the fact before. On the other hand, you have taken six to my knowledge, M. de Berault. You have lived the life of bully, common bravo, a gamester. You, man of family! For shame! And it has brought you to this. Yet on that point am willing to hear more" he added abruptly. 'I might save your eminence's life again" cried. It was sudden inspiration.
 You know something" he said quickly, fixing me with his eyes. But mo-" he continued, shaking his head gently. ''Pshaw! the trick is old. I have better spies than you, M. de Berault."
 But no better sword" cried hoarsely. No, not in all your guard!"
 That is true" he said. That is true" To my surprise, he spoke in a tone of consideration: and he looked down at the floor. Let me think, my friend" he continued.
 He walked two or three times up and down the room, while stood trem- bling. confess it, trembling. The man whose pulses danger has no power to quicken, is seldom proof against suspense; and the sudden hope his words awakened in me so shook me that his figure, as he trod lightly to and fro, with the cat rubbing against his robe and turning time for time with him, wavered before my eyes. grasped the table to steady myself. had not admitted even in my own mind how darkly the shadow of Montfaucon and the gallows had fallen across me.
 I had leisure to recover myself, for it was some time before he spoke. When he did, 1t was in a voice harsh, changed, imperative You have the reputation of man faithful, at least to his employer" he said. Do not answer me. I say it is so. We'll will trust you. will give you one more chance-though it is a desperate one Woe to you if you fail me! Do you know Cocheforet in Bearn? It is not far from Auch."
 "No, your eminence."
 'Nor M. de Cocheforet?"
 No, your eminence."
 50 much the better,% he retorted. But you have heard of him. He has been engaged in every Gascon plot since the late kings death and gave me more trouble last year in the>Viv- arais than any man twice his years. At present he is at Bosost in Spain, with other refugees, but have learned that at frequent intervals he visits his wife at Cocheforet, which is six leagues within the border. On one of these wis., its he must be arrested"
 That should be easy" I said.
 The cardinal looked at me- Flush, man! what do you know about it?" he answered bluntly. Tt is whispered