The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-05-10
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the aspect of the victorious and saw age enemy, Quentin Durward's aspect was more awful still. He ragged through the horror of the midnight massacre like a madman till he had | forced his way to the turret chamber of the Countess and found her still 1 safe.
 A lucky adventure on the way had solved for him the problem of how to | get Isabelle out of the castle, now that 1t was in the power of the Wild l Boar. He had rescued the Syndic Liege, who, stifed in an armor far too small for his fat body and fright ened to death when he beheld the light into which he had ventured in moment of boldness which he cursed | now with all his heart. was hard beset 1 when the Scot saved him.
 ssYou must demand safe conduct from l the Board of Ardennes." said Quentin when the trembling syndic expressed | his undying gratitude, for yourself as Syndic and for this lady as your daugh- 1 ter"
 Hastily they yelled the Countess and 1 Quentin boldly led the way Into the great banqueting hall where De la 1 Marck, with hugh boar's skin over his shoulder and the grinning, ghast- l iy head of the monster over his head, sat in the Bishops throne drinking to | the victory with his wild men; while the burgherS of LieBe. terrified now I that they realized to what an ally they had delivered themselves. sat among Wis roaring soldiery, trembling and pale.
 As the Syndic and his party entered 1 the Bishop of Liege was dragged in through another door and brought be- fore the Wild Boar. who had drunk | himself into a rage. The prelate faced | .t rulfh nifty. He drew himself up to his noble height and held his white head erect l like the Prince that he was. With l a clear, unfaltering voice he defied De | la Marck and recounted his crimes to 1 him, till suddenly the furious drunk ard could bear no more and. worthless with rage. raised his boody finger. At that sign a butcher of Liege, instructed beforehand, struck the Bishop dead l with a cleaver.
 The men If IAege. rebsllious as they were chronlcally, had not dreamed of so horrible a sacrilege as murdering their Bishop. They could not restrain the voice of De la Marck outroared them: Up. my boar's brood! Show 1 these Flemish porkers your tusks"'a Every one of his followers started up at the command and seized a citi- zen with one hand while the other fiourished a dagger. In that terrible l instant Quentin Durward saw chance to turn the episode to account. Luck | had brought him near Carl Eberson, whom he knew by repute as son of | De la Marck and as the one creature in tha world whom the monster loved. 1 The Scot clutched the lad. held hls dirk at the boys throat and cried: "Is that the game?"
 His voice rang through the hall De | Ia Marck yelled: Hold! Hold! It was | but a jest"
 | Quick to seize the advantage Dur ward stepped forward. dragging the lad, and stood where all could see his Archer's apparel. T am from King | Louis of France" cried he. and at the words a silence fell on the assemblage "I am here to observe your proceedings | and I see that you conduct yourselves | as heathens rather than Christians Charles of Burgundy will demand a | bloody reckoning for this nights work and If you wish assistance from France I counsel that you men of Liege return instantly to your own city. If there is any obstruction to your departure I denounce those who offer is as foes to | my master, Louis of France"
 William de la Marck's ayes grew red with rage, but he saw In the faces of his own followers that which made | oven him hesitate. They knew that there was no hope for them if Louis l dld not make good his secret promises of help. He permitted the Liegians to leave the castle without opposition. and before that dawn Quentin was riding with the Countess toward Peronne to throw themselves on the mercy of the Duke of Burgundy which was the only possible action in their emergency.
 The swift events of the past few days had now brought the two togeth- ar so closely that they were alone against the world. The division that hsd existed between the almost royal rank of the Countess and the rank of | tha scotohman had been all but dis solved by the mutual danger in which thev were thon riding. The pennfless | condition of the youth whose only rev anne law in his sword, was no longer Inferior to that of Isabelle, who know that tba least she could expect would ha that her great estates would be SoreeIted under the feudal law If she nersisted in refusing to wed the Dukes choice as she was determined to do.
 Moi that they spoke of love. Quentin wss foo chivalrous and modest to pre- Emme on the attitude of Isabelle, which toIA bIro that he was not indifferent to hsr They did not speak; but they thought. and each was Euotly conscious
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 -rh,s tbev entered Peronne to hear strange news, Just before their arri- val there had come guest wno was