The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-03-15

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staring DULY through the onon n
and Murier, noticed that he sh,. u''
touched him upon the arm n N. M
his attention. @
Young m'sieur"-and the ~,
now spoke more briskly-"you q
come with me. My colonel h,,
dered that you be brought to him
Jean glanced at Murier, the,
eyes again sought the open door !.
said slowly, Pierre and are rol,. i
Pere Huot. We are going Ia M
Margot to his house."
AYE; that is where am order. !
take you" was the sergeants III
reply. "And Pierre also is to com,
He was moving toward the door,
when the same woman who had N
ed him to the house came for
with a cup of coffee, which she ossJ
silently to Jean. while an exprs,l
of deep commiseration showed !, 4
haggard face. 4
But the boy motioned her swu !
he exclaimed, turning to MurIe
will not go without Margot!"
Surely not. young m'sieurs
soldier assented. Some Of nv y
shall make a stretcher, and brlnr
good dame after u.s."
He had, while speaking, drawn n
to the door and out of It. le,sj
Pierre to follow with the soldiers \
were to construct litter, and N
Margot's body to the convent d +
Sulpice. which was now Pere M
hcme.
1t Is not necessary to describe n
Jean and Murier saw as they pt'
their way through the Streets sou.|
them half-filled with debris, and nj
them bearing witness to the horm|
the night before.
Jean was silent, with white N
and stony eyes that stared yaca|
ahead, while the soldier held hi, \
in a close grasp, and occasionaly
tered a few cheering words. to vi
the boy seemed to pay no heed.
And so they went slowly along
til, III narrow street, which was Il
paratively free from evidences ot (
assault, the two paused before
heavy, iron-studded door of a gloi
looking stone building. whose ivyAl
windows were not much wider d
the loop holes of a fortress.
Murier lifted the ponderous ID
knocker, to let it fall with a pas]
tory clang; and a few moments Id
ward the door was opened cautiO|
while through its crack single \
under a shaggy brow. scrutinizeil
with manifest suspicion.
"Open up, Martin. 'Tis 1, will
young m'sieur for whom our cold
sent me-" said Murier. pua|
through the doorway, and dri1|
Jean after him.
They were in stone-paved wd|
and ceiled passage, along vi
Murier led the boy until they read
the entrance to large apartus
and here, without word, the sOa
left him.
AS Jean stood upon the threshol
the dimly lit room-as he stood 4
ing against the side of the docn|
his eyes downcast, and the sound
of roaring waters in his earl
heard, even through this, Pere H1i
familiar voice saying, Thank
Holy Mother, my son, that see d
safe and unharmed, after this "
night" Then a tremulous hand \
laid tenderly upon his bowed head
A murmuring of other voices a;
to him; and one of them stirred Jed
benumbed senses strangely, halilA
ious as he was from all he had sHi
ed and seen.
Lifting his eyes, he saw before
a face which seemed to have shid
itself from out the drifting haze
was thin and careworn, with tunt|
locks falling over the pale foreha|
and the gray-blue eyes were bent VI
him with sympathy which avs|
all his swooning faculties.
"Pizarro-my Pizarro!" he n
springing forward; and the CRY 1
lost in gasping sob, as he fell "a
less upon the breast of BonaW1
whose arms went around the 4
form as though to shield it from
ther harm.
Ito be continued.)