Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1905-01-19

st&rlnS uully through the open door;
and Murier, noticed that he shiVered,
touched him upon the arm to attract
his attention.
Young 'sieur"-and the soldier
now spoke more briskly-"you are to
come with me. My colonel has or
dered that you be brought to him"
Jean glanced at Murier; then his
eyes again sought the open door as he
said slowly, pierre and are going to
Pere Huot. We are going to take
Margot to his house."
AYE; that is where am ordered to
take you" was the sergeant's quick
reply. "And Pierre also is to come"
He was moving toward the doorway,
when the same woman who had guild
ed him to the house came forward
with cup of coffee, which she offered
silently to Jean, while an expression
of deep commiseration showed in her
haggard face.
But the boy motioned her away as
he exclaimed, turning to Murier, II
will not go without Margot!"
Surely not, young m'sieur," the
soldier assented. Some of my men
shall make stretcher, and bring the
good dame after u.s."
He had, while speaking, drawn Jean
to the door and out Of it, leaving
Pierre to follow with the soldiers who
we're to construct litter, and bear
Margot's body to the convent of st.
Sulpice, which was now Pere Huot's
home.
1t is not necessary to describe what
Jean and Murier saw as they picked
their way through the streets, some Of
them half-flled with debris, and all Of
them bearing witness to the horrors Of
the night before.
Jean was silent, with white face,
and stony eyes that stared vacantly
ahead, while the soldier held his arm
in a close grasp, and occasionally ut
tered a few cheering words, to which
the boy seemed to pay no heed.
And so they went slowly along, I'M
til, In narrow street, which was com
paratively free from evidences Of the
assault, the two paused before the
heavy, iron-studded door Of gloomy
looking stone building, whose iyy-hung
windows were not much wider than
the loop holes of fortress.
Murier lifted the ponderous brass
knocker, to let it fall with peremp-
tory clang; and few moments after
ward the door was opened cautiously,
while through its crack single eye,
under shaggy brow, scrutinized him
with manifest suspicion.
"Open up, Martin. IT'S /, with the
young m'sieur for whom our colonel
sent me-" said Murler, pushing
through the doorway, and drawing
Jean after him.
They were in stone-paved, walled,
and ceiled passage, along which
Murier led the boy until they reached
the entrance to large apartment;
and here, without word, the soldier
left him.
As Jean stood upon the threshold Of
the dlmly lit room-as he stood lean.
ing against the side Of the doorway,
his eyes downcast. and the sound as
of roaring waters in his ears, he
heard, even through this, Pere Huot's
familiar voice saying, THANK our
Holy Mother, my son, that | see thee
safe and unframed, after this awful
night" Then a tremulous hand was
laid tenderly upon his bowed head.
A murmuring of other voices came
to him; and one of them stirred Jeans
benumbed senses strangely, half-dellr.
lous as he was from all he had suffer.
ed and seen.
Lifting his eyes, he saw before him
a face which seemed to have shaped
itself from out the drifting haze. It
was thin and careworn, with tumbled
locks falling over the pale forehead;
and the gray-blue eyes were bent upon
him with a sympathy which aroused
all his swooning faculties.
"Pizarro-my Pizarro!" he cried,
springing forward; and the cry was
lost in a gasplng sob, as he fell sense
less upon the breast of Bonaparte
whose arms went around the limp
form as though to shield 1t from fur
Their harm.
Ito be contlnued)