Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-11-28
"The Bastile, Our Bastile,"

1.-THE Bastilei Our Bastilei"
And again a shower of bullets, di
rected in hatred, fell upon the church
because its windows were priceless;
shone with saints of inestimable
value! 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 1t, Selgneur?" 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!"
"It was you, then-who broke faith
in the negotiations for the exchange
of prisoners?"
A smile came to the face Of the old
pSINdul. udu W, lie Sdlu Sluply.
II alone am to blame. No one knew;
except, perhaps, the poet, who may
have surmised! 1t was treachery for
treachery!" with sudden ferceness.
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 l am only a
servant-and in dealing with viper /
used its own tricks! Did you think /
had forgotten those stripes? Or the
blow he gave your father-in the
back?" A moment Sanchez hand
fumbled at his coat; drew out bag
, of oilskin. Here is something that
belonged to your father. / took 1t
I from his breast the day he died, think.
/ ing some time-I can't tell what-only
! it contains a letter from the former
lady of the Mount! When my master
! not it, he told me to pack few be-
! longings-that we were going-never
/ to return!"
Sanchez voice broke off; 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 latter'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
slant, 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, fieeting second, seemed reading
his very soul!
EFT la belle comtesse, sa fille!" cried
the menacing voices.
A tremor crossed the Governors
face; his pale lips moved Forget!
Save her!" 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 1t
lay on her fathers breast; uncon-
scious, she seemed yet to shield him
with figure inert. But only for a mo.
ment!
EFT la belle confessed"
STOPPING, the Black Seigneur
snatched the slender form to his
breast; ran back to the altar. There
looking around him, as one who made
himself familiar with the place, his
glance apparently found what it sought
"a small stairway, entrance to the
crypt. At the same time he started
to descend, the people swept into the
church.