Middletown transcript., 1912-10-19

Governors daughter had made nc
sound, fearful Of fastening the inevi
table; but at the moment the man
with a last taunting word, launched
forward, a cry, half articulate, burst
from her lips. It was drowned by an.
other voice, loud and commanding
which rang out from the entrance to
the church.
"Sanchez!"
Perhaps the call disconnected him;
robbed the old servants eye of its GER
titude; his arm of it's sureness, for the
blow aimed at his Excellency the lat
ter was enabled to evade. At the
same time, as with singular agility he
moved aside to save himself, the hand
the Governor had been holding to his
breast, shot out like an adder. It
struck viciously; stung deep-full in
the side of his tormentor.
THAT for your metayage!"
But momentary expression of sat
isfaction was, however, permitted his
Excellency; the petty tragedy became
oVershadowed by the greater!
"The Bastile! Our Bastile!"
And again a shower Of bullets, d.
rected in hatred, fell upon the church,
because its windows were priceless; 1;
shone with saints Of inestimable
valuel In the chapel, an aumbry and
a piscina were struck; around the
Governor, glass began to clatter and
break into bits on the pavement, when
suddenly he wavered; his hand sought
his heart, then felt for and clung to
the monument, as If abruptly seek
ing support.
why did you do it, Seigneur?" As
my lady, exclaiming wildly, ran to her
father, Sanchez, from where he lay,
looked up to his master.
Call out, mean? Not that it mat
ters much now!" His implacable
glance, swerving to the Governor,
lighted with satisfaction. "The people
have paid. And twas showed them
the way!"
1T was you, then-who broke faith
in the negotiations for the exchange
Of prisoners ?"
A smile came to the face of the old
servant. 81 had to-" he said simply.
Il alone am to blame. No one knew;
except, perhaps, the poet, who may
have surmised! 1t was treachery for
treachery!" with sudden f1erceness.
you could not have done it, nor your
father, nor any of the seigneurs be-
fore him!" The young man seemed
scarcely to hear; his glance had again
sought my lady. But I am only a
servant-and in dealing with a viper
used its own tricks! Did you think I
had forgotten those stripes? Or the
blow he gave your father-in the
back?" A moment Sanchez hand
fumbled at his coat; drew out a bag
Of oilskin. Here is something that
belonged to your father. 1 took it
from his breast the day he died, think
ing some time-I can't tell what-only
1t contains letter from the former
lady Of the Mount! When my master
got 1t, he told me to pack a few be-
longings-that we were going-never
to return!"
Sanchez voice broke OF; again he
strove to speak; could not; put out
his hand. Mechanically the Black
( Seigneur's closed on that Of the old
servant; even as it did so, the Iatter's
fingers clutched suddenly; ceased to
move. In the church now all was
silent, but without arose discordant
sounds, cries, harsh and vengeful, for
the Governor!
Starting, the Black Seigneur gazed
about, toward him they were clamor-
ing for, now lying still, at the base Of
the monument. Then releasing the
fingers, that seemed yet to hold him,
the young man sprang forward, as my
lady threw herself wildly, protecting
ly, over her father At that touch, the
Governors eyes opened; met hers;
the Black Seigneur's!
Nearer the door, now rang the
shouts. His Excellency seemed to
listen; to realize what they meant;
to him-his daughter
"The Governor! The Governor!"
"Tremblez tyrans! Tremblez!"
An ironical flash lit up, for an in
stant, the dying eyes. He, soon, would
be beyond reach Of these dogs-ca-
naille! But she? His gaze again
rested on the Black Seigneur; in that
tense, deeting second, seemed reading
his very soul!
"Et la belle comtesse, sa fille!" cried
the menacing voices.
A tremor crossed the Governors
face; his pale lips moved. ''Foreetl
Save heri" An instant his eyes lin
gered persistently on the young man:
then passed to his daughter; as they
did so, slowly the light, more human
and appealing than any that had ever
shone there before, went out of them.
MY lady's fair head dropped until it
lay on her fathers breast; uneon-
scious, she seemed yet to shield him
with figure inert. But only for a mo-