The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-02-15
There was silence. as /,

iheIe was silence, as II th6., ~,
side were surprised 1T signs !,
unexpected resistance. #
There were more than fiftv -
side; with them were soma Nv
and Tomas Fauchel was their " e
Monsieur lie Baron, win vos
NIT me to arrange the defence
see flt?" inquired the Young 90
turning to his host.
Most assurediy, sir; for | hav,
confidence in your ability" va,
reply.
"Then extinguish every light 4, Il
hall, and close all the doors los,E
from it, so that all here will /
darkness" said the lieutenant II
speaking authoritatively. "And do Il
Greloire, looking toward his
diers-"with Murier and Iahof
stand here beside Monsieur lie r.
Watch that broken window. and
a ball into every head that ann.
there"
Greloire saluted silently, and IN.
ficer continued: "If Tatro will as|
guide, to pilot myself and the onl
out through some unobserved wav
will make detour, and treat
friends to an attack in the flank"
Some of the hurled-in torches |
lit the hall for a moment; but A
were quickly extinguished BY (
baron.
A moment later the discharps
musketry outside told that the n
tenant and his men had come u,
the scene. Then the air was rent
more yells and imprecations, but v
a sound in them bespeaking dish
on the part of the surprised mars
ers.
A second volley rang out, and
officers voice was heard. "Stes
my men. Load and fire at will, or Z
your muskets. Teach these peopl
lesson-one in the name of the
sembly."
Those in the hall now saw a &
ing torch thrust through the wind
1t was held by Tomas Fauchel,
waved it wildly as he shouted, "Sl
thyself, thou craven baron, for neit
man nor devil shall force me /
this place until l have kept my o
and killed thee!"
The light of his torch fell upon
uplifted face-white and stern-of
baron, who said, laying his hand U
the musket with which Leboeuf
taking aim at the half-crazed fam
do him no harm, let him live"
Fauchel, who had heard the wo
answered them with mocking la
and quickly extending his other HI
pulled the trigger of pistol, as
tossed his torch into the hall
yelled, "Die, thou damnable Pa
and take to hell with thee no tha
OF mine for sparing my life"
The baron reeled, for he was sti
fairly in the forehead. But he
caught by Leboeuf, and his dead
was not laid upon the floor before
loire had planted musket-ball
Fauchel's head, and tumbled
from the ladder--dead as the maj
had assassinated.
His followers, terrified by the
tenants unexpected attack. were
flying like scared sheep; and the
was ended.
An hour later the silence
WRAPPED the chateau would have
PEELED the thought of such an upl
having ragged within it so reee1
The dead had been laid in ur
rooms, and Margot had gone to
own part of the house, leaving ]
in the drawing-room with the lieu
ant, who was now walking up
down, and now sitting on the dh
beside the passionately grieving
to whom he spoke words of tender
sympathy, stroking the dark hair
holding the burning hands in a
clasp that was infinitely soothing
Some of the soldiers took turn:
mounting guard in the lower hall,
fear of possible renewal of the
tack. But the peasants outburst
evidently spent. for the present,
least, as nothing happened to dist
the silence of the succeeding hour
(To be continued.)