Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-04-11
A. 1ghe MINISTER
rs o. POLICE
4B ny By HENRY MONTJOY
Wt& Copyright 1912. The BoaaeM ednc sup~s

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ing face-of whom it was said that, at
his instigation, his wife had poisoned
her first husband-had buttonhOled
the young Comte de Coigny and was
holding him in talk, while Monsieur de
Stenlis and another gentleman stood
by listening and laughing.
"Ah, De Sartines." cried this noble
man, releasing De Coigny and turning
to the newcomer. what q delightful
surprise to find you at Versailles! And
how is Justice?'
Very we'll. indeed. monsieur re-
piled the minister, with a freezing
smile; she was even asking after you
this morning." He passed on, still
making his way through the crowd.
speaking a word to this gentleman.
nodding to thet. He had not made 20
PAGES when suddenly, as IL al the
touch OF a wand. silence fell on the Hall
OF Mirrors, and q voice said: monsieur
de la Vrilliere.'
1t was the kings voice. He a. Just
opened the door Of his cabinet, and De
Sartfnes saw the Due de La Vrtlliere
pass In. He drew close to the door and
waited. He had not to wait long-in
a M 1t opened again and the due
appeared. The kings hand was rest
ing upon his ARM, OBTAINING him a mo-
ment for q last word. Then his ma
jesty released him, glanced round at
the people, saw De Sartines and made
q face. The minister Of police tool
the gfimace as an invitation to enter
the cabinet. and did so. The king had
beer writing. On h desk table. light
ed by four rose colored candles burn
ing In silver 'candelabra, by a mass Of
correspondence. This lazy monarch,
who had cultivated idleness< as a fine
art. and OF whom 1t may be said. at
least, that he could do nothing well,
had his fits OF activity, from one OF
which he seemed now cOnvalescing for
he yawned as he o his place iii the
chair by h desk. and motioned his
visitor to q fauteuil.
Well. Monsieur de Sartines." said
the king. and how are we this evening
-charnlingly. I hopper"
Charmed. at least, your majesty, to
escape Tor a moment from the dullness
of the Hotel de Sartines and exchange
It's darkness for the sun of Versailles"
And 10 II Monsieur de Sartines or
the minister OF police that I REQ before
me?"
Both. sire. Monsieur de S~artines to.
inquire after your majesty's health, the
minister of police to inform your ma
jesty Of the health OF his people,"
And how are our dear people?'
asked his majesty, casting some spec5s
OF gold sand of q sheet OF notepaper
and folding the sheet.
Still grumbling,s SIRE"
And the pamphleteersw
Still writing, sire"
And the philosophers"
still phtlosophizing. your majesty"
And the price OF corn?-for II al
ways seems to me that the price Of
corn IL, at h bottom Of all our trou-
bles."
Still rising sire"
Good" said the king. The word
escaped from him almost without his
Knowing It. It all the same.
meant; for the king and Monsieur de
Sartines had between them an interest
i'm the price of corn-they yer In
up all the available grain and stored
1t in granaries. They would presently
sell at an enormous profit, Meanwhile,
the cO~nspirators. with their eyes on
the market. maintained toward one an,
other z digniied silence on the matter.
business details entirely In the hands
|of his minister.
Good" said he again. with the
people and the markets In this dis
turbed state It 10 q satisfA action to re-
m e ! m tnns vs j. n noiics : pc = ds sart .'ts
our philosophers and pamphleteers.
who are always grumblin9 at the state
OF France. and Dur people. who are al
w4ys grusmblin9 about their food. Ma
fol. Monsieur de Sartines, why do you
mot feed III these troublesome subjec4s
with what your majesty?H
I.W1th { philosophers. Then the
EpamphletGers could write pamphlets on
the aub3ect. and all would BE- pesce..
oh, sire," replied Do sartihee, they
seaQ's Goat. nor that hat. which covers.
no dpnbA : multitude OF thingss other
than htnsthouGAts. He rows more dis