The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1911-12-07
ATnnDG WITrTH A Story Of the
Z ~ AA1l Cellam are
THE u u &C NTT Conspiracy by
LII IN / Burton Egbert
Copyright by --J. B. Lippincott Company Stevenson
J. B. Lippincott Company

they fade as the stars fade at sunrise
when Charlotte d'Orleans appears. No,
It's not a lovers rhapsody" he added,
seeing me smile; there are none in the
to compare with them. We're
TINS NOT so i should not so readily have
fallen victim. for I have gazed into
many and many without a q%uickening
of the pulse"
He stopped to read through the note
again, and as he folded it and placed 1t
tenderly In his pocket I saw he vas in
earnest. Indeed, the eyes must needs
be beautiful which could so move the
heart of this seasone courtier.
But h regent" I said, at last, "the
regent. What thinks he of all this2 /
had not thought him a friend of
yours"
"a friend of mine." cried Richelieu.
DE Brancas, If there is one person in
Paris whom he detests above all others,
1t Is myself"
But them" I began. and stopped. I
had no wish to seem too curious.
But then" said Richelieu, pausing
in his walk UP n down the room.
Go on. de Brancas. What would you
say?"
Then he does not known" I asked.
you have met with obstacles 2"
"obstacles!" and Rtchslien smiled at
me with triumphant face. ''Yes,-such
as most men would falter at. Imagine
Wooing a woman with whom you can
never speak,-who is kept from you as
from the plague! All, there was a
problem, n one of the sort I love to
solve. Why, de Brancas. If her father
suspected that / had in my pocket a
note from his daughter. he would have
me back in a trice in my old cell at the
bastille."
He paused a moment and touched the
note with trembling fingers.
"NO cOuld never exchange a word
with her." he went on, at last, but ]
made progress, nevertheless. Gold will
work many miracles. Every morning
she found a note in a bouquet of flow
ers,-on her writing desk. on her dress
ing table. on her embroidery frame.
writing those notes, pleading, passion
ate. despairing by turns! At every ball.
every concert, every fete where she
was like to be. there was I, and If
could not use my lips, at least 1 could
use my eyes. She looked at me first
and last night at the opera she
blushed when her eyes met mine. and
1 knew the battle was won. Tomor-
row night I car speak to her. All, how
I shall make her o mel
Well, he was worth loving. My eyes
blur with tears even yet as I see hin
again standing there, SO glad, sc
straight, so gallant, and think Of what
came after. If I were a woman, I know
l should have loved him, heart anc
soul. Even as a man, tits little less
than that.
IN affairs Of the heart, as in affairs
of state, my sword is at the service o.
M. lie due" I said, no little moved, AND
again we struck hands upon our com
pact, in which, I could not but think
it was I who must reap the most ad
vantage. For Of what service could the
sword Of an unknown youth Of 20 be t
Richelieu? And yet, as l was soon tt
learn, even a humble sword, whe1
backed by a loyal heart, may be of ser
vice to the greatest.
Jacques was called and told to SHOW
me my apartment. What a contrast !
was to that den under the cutters IL
the Rue Bailleul! Richelieu declared
he would not part with me, and will
some reluctance 1 gave Jacques the ad
dress Of my former lodging, that h
might bring away. my wardrobe. h
done, l was Don abed, turned to tn,
wall, and slept a sleep infinitely sweet
ened by this sudden change in my'cir
cumStanceS,