The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-09-08

Ient1y he poured out his love and beg" ged her to flee with him.
 'sBegone. monsteri', cried Esmeralda, and spat in his face. He seized her in a grasp of steel, but at that moment the shrill call of whistle rang out. Quasimodo had given a little silver whistle to Esmaralda, telling her to blow it should she ever be in danger. Almost instantly Dom Claude felt him self seized by a herculean grasp and thrown backward to the floor, while Quasimodo bent over him with his knee on his chest.
 Then the hunchback hesitsted, re- faxed his hold and as the Archdeacon struggled to his feet sank himself into a posture of submission. He was armed with a sword, and he presented the hiIt of the weapon to Dom Claude and barred his breast. But before the priest could take the sword, Esmeral- da seized 1t. and bursting into an hys- terfc laugh, shouted, Come onP She held the blade uplifted.
 She would have struck surely had not Dom Claude overthrown Quasimodo with a violent kick. He fled down the dark staircase. Quasimodo picked up the whistle and handed 1t to the girl. Tt was getting rusty" he said.
 A week later, as Dom Claude was passing in his gloomy way along an unfrequently street, he chanced to meet GrinRoire, old pupil and now dram atist who could not get his plays pro duced and a poet who could ma no publisher.
 what are you doing nowT" asked Dom Claude.
 By my fay" replied the Gringoirer sI am still a philosopher; but. as you may see by my dress, am at present playing the mountebank in the streets of Paris for a living. You see one night I wandered into the Cour des Miracles and the vagabonds would have hanged me had not a comely wench saved me in the nick of time. IT a stranger wanders into the sanctuary of rogues and beggars they hang him, unless one of the women takes him for 4 husband. So the fair Esmeralda took me-"
 You are her husbandg asked the priest with blazing eyes.
 By my fay" replied the poet, they broke a jug between us and said so; but our marriage was purely per for ma. It was literally forismaritagium-- 1 was shut out. But I became one or the guild, nevertheless"
 "Listen," said Dom Claude. "She has confidence in you. You must save her. She now Is in sanctuary in the cathe- dral, but a decree of the Parliament has been issued to give her up. It will be executed tomorrow"
 Gringoire looked steadily at Dom Claude and then conhded to him that this was known in the Cour des Mira cles, and that that very night an ir- ruptlon of the inhabitants of this thieves quarter was to be made In force, for the purpose of storming the church and taking the girl away before the writ could be served.
 Dom Claude considered for moment. "Gringoire" said he, that assault is a matter of hanging for all who are en- gagged fin it. When the mob comes, como you to the little postern. I will admit you. You shall go to her cell and take her away to place Of safety. going out by a secret door ! will show you. She will be scared and will go with you She will be grateful for her deliverance and will. perhaps, become your wife in reality And you will run no risk of the troops which surely will be sent to quell the distHrbance-no risk of hanging, It is best"
 Poor. simple Gringoire. the philoso- pher. agreed. That night the Cour des Miracles poured out It's thousands, fierce, armed. the offscourings of Eu- rope, to rescue La Esmeralda. For did not the girl belong to those tnterna- tional vagabonds who made such a large part of the population of that refuge for all that was disreputable?
 The moon was overcast; all Paris lay in bIackness save where a single light, high up in one of the towers of the Bastile, told the citizens that Louis XII was visiting his good city.
 Led bv Clipin Trouillefou, who styled himself the King of Thunes, and who gave the order Silence in passing through the streets; not a torch is to be lit until we reach Notre Dame" the multitude poured In profound silence down toward the Pont au Change and along the winding streets which run in all directions through the massive quarter of the Halles
 The horsemen of the watch fled in dismay. Word that the Cbur des Mir acles was in motion was brought to the emaciated. poorly clad man, who. sunk in the depths of the solitary chair that stood in his apartment in the Bas- tile, was at his work of making the nationality of France.
 "Pasque Dieuw said the King. it is a rising against the bailiff ot the palace. He Is king of the Cour des