The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-02-29

your plans SO far as Bayonne is on
carned. The regiment and the town
council are ready and understand per-
fectly what is expected Of them"
.'Tnei, adj is WELL" cried the duchess.
Pardon me, madame" I objected,
but all is not well. NJ. de Richelieu
is in he Bastille."
We'll, he viii not remain there long.
In q week we shall have control OF
Paris, and the doors will be opened for
him"
But If the conspiracy fails, ma
dame?'
duchess, haughtily, I'VE shall none Of
US be in better case than is M. de
Richelieu at this moment. But who
talks Of failure? we shall not fail:
looked at her that with q few more
leaders such as she failure would In
deed be impossible. But one woman
against all France was heavy odd
Believe me. M. de Brancas." h
continued. In a gentlsr tone. II can at
this time do nothing fer u friend.
a word from me would do Rtcheljeu
more harm than good"
I recognized the business Of her
words. and said as much.
Anything I can do shall be done.
rest assured Of that" she added. .Ry
the way. monsieur, I shall look for
you at my salon tonight. We have need
that all our friends should gather to
u.s."
I promised to be there. and withdrew
with a heavy heart. I paused to cen-
slider what O. to do. If I were to
go to tho Bastille, I reflected. I might
have opportunity to see the prisoner
and exchange a weird Of comfort with
him. Any thing was better than do
ing nothing, so I set eff towards the
dismal old prison. I reached It In the
course of half an hour and asked the
sentry al the outer gate If I might see
M. de Maison-Rouge,
VIVA name. mansieur?" he inquired.
I gave him my name, and he sum
aoned a messenger, who returned In a
few moments saying I was to enter.
The gate opened Inc I was again in
the outer court yard.
IT know the way" I said to the mes
senger, who started to accompany me.
Nevertheless I must go with you,
monsieur" he replied. ut is the rule"
I made no further objection, and he
led me to the presence Of the gov
ernor.
"Ah. M. de Brancas,'' and he smiled
as I entered, you are early, but I was
expecting you"
Doubtless" I answered, dryly. But
| ten LIE, nay i see hlCNell6u
II regret to say that you may not,
monsieur. The regent has sent me a
special order to allow the duke to see
no n and to hold communication with
no one."
A chill ran through me at this new
evidence of the regents purpose.
And what inference do you draw
from this order, monsieur?" I inquired,
after a moment't gloomy thought.
Maison-Rouge shrugged his should
ers.
'It is not for me to draw i~nferences,"
he said. II obey orders without ques-
tioning."
And how does he take his impris-
onment?"
Ell seems to be in good spirits,'
and Maison-Rouge smiled. In fact, I
have never seen him otherwise, and he
was here for over a year when he vas
younger. I use him as kindly as the
regulations permit. He has his old
room, which he seems to prefer, and I
have allowed him to e to his hotel
for some additional clothing and fur
niture. 1 can do nothing more, mon
sieur, even were I SO inclined. There
are many in the Bastille who are not
SO fortunate"
There was nothing more to be said,
and I left the place, tho messenger,
who was waiting outside the door, ac-
companying me to the gate. AS 1
passed through it, I reflected that I
might perhaps be able to catch a
glimpse of Rlchelieu at his cell win
dow, and I turned to the right along
the lofty outer wall n the deep ditch
which rendered approach to it more
difficult. The great prison had an in
describably threatening and gloomy air
even under the rays Of the MONDAY
sun, n my heart trembled within
me al the thought Of the scores of
helpless men behind these massive
walls; of the miserable wretches lying
in the oubliettes. thrown there. per-
forgotten the prisoner before it had
forgotten it's wrath, and for whom
death was the only release. Truly,
there are worse things than death, and
it were better for Richelieu to lose his
head than to go mad in one Of those
reeking torture chambers.
A narrow path ran along the top of
the embankment, and I followed this
until I reached the end of the outer
wall. Within was the dreary Tower du
Puts in which we had been confined,
and my eyes sought out the window
above it, At this distance they
seemed mere port holes in the great
wall and owing to the darkness within
I found that I could not see the pris-
oner, even if he were standing at his
window. But he might be able to recog-
nize me and / took my handkerchief
from my pocket n waved 1t in the
air. In a moment | was rejoiced to see
an answering CLEAN Of white between
the bars of the window, and l knew
that he had seen me. I waved again
and yet again. n as I did so heard
hurrying feet behind me, and a hand
was a roughly on my shoulder.
CONTINUED Next Week.)