The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1906-03-17

staring DULY through the open door;
and Murier. noticed that he shivercsi,
touched him uron the arm to attract
his attention.
Young m'sicur"-und the soldier
now spoke moro 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 guid-
cd 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, u
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 II, 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 Huots
| home.
II Is not necessary to describe what
Jean and Murier saw as they picked
their way through the streets, some of
them half-filled 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 few cheering words, to which
the boy seemed to pay no heed.
And so they went slowly along, un
til, in a narrow street, which was com
paratively free from evidences Of the
assault, the two paused before the
heavy, reconstructed door of a gloomy
looking stone building, whose ivy-hune
windows were not much wider than
the loop holes of a fortress.
Murier lifted the ponderous brass
knocker, to let 1t fall with a peremp
tory clang; and few moments after
ward the door was opened cautiously
while through its crack single eye
under shaggy brow, scrutinized hin
with manifest suspicion.
"Open up, Martin. It's I, with thu
young msieur for whom our colone
sent me-" said Murier. pushing
through the doorway, and drawinI
Jean after him.
They were in stone-paved, walled
and ceiled passage, along whicl
Murier led the boy until they reache
the entrance to large apartment
and here, without word, the soldie
left him.
AS Jean stood upon the threshold @
the dimly lit room-as he stood lear
ing against the side of the doorway
his eyes downcast. and the sound a
of roaring waters in his ears, h
heard, even through this, Pere Huot'
familiar voice saying, Thank ou
Holy Mother, my son, that / see the
safe and unframed, after this awfu
night" Then a tremulous hand wa
laid tenderly upon his bowed head.
A murmuring of other voices cam
to him; and one of them stirred Jean
benumbed senses strangely, half-delil
ious as he was from all he had suffel
ed and seen.
Lifting his eyes, he saw before hir
face which seemed to have shape
itself from out the drifting haze.
was thin and careworn, with tumble
locks falling over the pale forehead
and the gray-blue eyes were bent upo
him with sympathy which arouse
all his swooning faculties.
"PiZarro-my Pizarro!" he erie,
springing forward; and the cry wa
lost in a gasping sob. as he fell sens,
less upon the breast of Bonapart,
whose arms went around the lin
form as though to shield 1t from fu
Their harm.
Ito be continued)