The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-12-26

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'.ercing look at his companion VINO
,,t back partially concealed in the
( doom.
B,,arted violently forward.
oyentresaintgris," he exclaimed; 1T
i 4 impossible"
4 THE oath. the rugged face with its
,reat hawk nose and bold black eyes
alike proclaimed Henry ~, yesterday
4 Al Navarro, to-day OF France.
4 with characteristic vehemence the
+ King continued;
you grow old and foolish, Caduc.
pv the splendor of God, would wager
NV head on the faith of de Sevres.'
The celebrated astrologer and secret
\ agent whom the king addressed re-
u manned unmoved at this outburst, and
( when his master had paused he re-
fsumed.
1T is nevertheless, the truth, sire.
De Sevres is, as you know, in love with
!, Mile. de Longchamps, the daughter OF
!, the man who hates you most IN all
France. 1t is she who has seduced
4 him. At her fathers bidding she has
!. given him powder which prepared
IDe Sevres will serve your wine at the
BANQUET tonight. He will put the
powder in your cup, and If 1t was what
4 they think it the house of Navarro
would then end"
The king shuddered and turned pale
at the suggestion of poison, fear
which Swallowed the life of warrior
famous for his reckless courage on the
battlefield. He strobe hastily up and
down the apartment before he spoke
again.
"Caduc," he said, 'the Comte de
Sevres is Catholic, and in my court
. has many enemies. Look to 1t that
YOU are not one Sangdieu, II you are
YOU will hang for it. Say nothing and
do nothing ] shall settle this matter
myself"
The astrologer rose, bowed silently
and passed out of the room with Gu
rious noiseless step. At the door he
almost collided with a young man who
entered the room without knocking,
taking advantage of that lack of cere-
mony which the first of the Bourbons
loved to affect among his intimates.
Henri started slightly when he saw
the newcomer, then greeted him bois-
terously.
"Ha! Ha! My dear count. What
fair lady has kept you from your al
legiance so long on this our first day
in Paris, as king at last?'
The Comte de Sevres appeared some
what confused at the kings raillery
He hesitated a moment, then said rap
idly:
In truth, sire, it was of lady
wished to speak to you. | wish YOU
permission to marry the Mile. de Long
champs
At the mention of the name Henri'i
lace clouded. He looked long ant
searchingly into the face of the younl
courtier, then he said:
81 will give you my answer at to
morrow nights banquet"
The count started at this strang
reply, but before he could say any
thing further the king, with SUI
pressed sigh as he noted the move
ment, extended his hand in token tina
the interview was ended.
The banquet with which Henry tn
Great celebrated his victorious entr
into Paris has passed into history. II
gorgeous barbarism far surpassed an,
thing before attempted at court Fl
nous throughout Europe for its rio
4: Gus extravaganza. Throughout tt
city great fires had been lighted at tt
i cross streets and whole oxen an
sheep roasted for the benefit of IL
burghers, while tons of wine broacht
Il at every corner sent drunken al
tickle populace uproarious with Il
praises of their new sovereign.
In the royal banquet room the - W
of Elizabeth of England had just &C
cluded long-winded greeting, couch
d in sonorous Latin, about one word
\ ten of which the king understooM
the envoy concluded, Henri, with tn
rude and simple good nature wi
which he had baffled so often the me
skilled diplomatists, shouted:
"Ho, cup to the health of our sis
of England" He motioned to the Con
de Sevres, who stood at his elbow, a
who turned to pour out the wine.
he did so the king fixed his eye on
further end of the room. AS
watched, curiously intent, the tapes
on the wall was agitated and "A hi
shot out with a warning gesture.
At the sight the king sprang fr
his chair and turned fiercely on
Comte de Sevres, drawing his sw
as he did so.
Assassin and traitor" he shout
down on your knees!"
The young count, pale as DEF
dropped on his knees before the X
In his hand he still clutched
4 chanicallv the cup of wine,
Henri whose violent temper
completely mastered him, seemed
an instant about to run his sw
through the kneeling man.
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