The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-12-25
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pnyblCal!-tnat seemed 10 Deat GOVT
her will. left no choice but to obey.
Darkness gave way to waves 0i
light; reflections Of flame surrounded
them; black trails OF smoke coilet
around. The girls strength went; hel
breath came faster. A thick cloud
choked her; she wished only to stop
when arms closed about her.
Upward! Still upward! BY wind
ing stairs, through passages and door
ways, vaguely she felt herself borne
until a cold breath Of air, blowing
suddenly In her face, revived her;
awoke her to confused realization ol
the place they had at last reached
the upper platform at the head Of the
long, open stairway Of granite. And
with that consciousness, she agar
sought to free herself; but, for an in
stant the arms held tighter, while q
dark face bent close, scanning hel
features, then abruptly he released
her
Your Ladyship is uninjured"
Yes; yes!"
One moment" Turning, he left
her, and walking to the verge of that
open space, searched quickly the waste
OF darkness below, far out to sea. The
girls glance followed him: wavered
her first apprehension awoke anew
Her father! Where was he? She
clasped her hands despairIngly as she
gazed down the Mount; then around
her. Suddenly, a bright patch OF
light-open doorway to the church
caught her eye and she started. AT
the picture, framed by the masonry
which the glow revealed, a low excla.
nation fell from her lips, and crossing
the platform, and descending a few
steps, she ran to the entrance Of the
sacred edifice.
Eth, your Excellency; has your Elk.
cellency any orders?" sounded a voice
There, before an altar, in the dim
flicker Of candles and the variegated
cleaning from the ancient stained
glass windows, she saw at last him
she sought; in one of the chapels, near
the white marble monument to her
mother, was his EXcellency; but, not
alone! Before him stood, or hall
crouched, the man Sanchez, who now
was speaking.
Shall l ring for your Excellency's
servants and have the noise stopped? 2
Grotesquely he bowed, the while watch
ing like an animal studying it's prey
"Beppo! Where are you--fat rascal
Consign these swine to the gibbets
What! You can't obey because your
ears have been cut off and your throat
slit? That's too bad!" Fiercely the
man laughed; then waved his arm
toward the window, as II calling the
Governors attention to the sounds OF
demolition; the abrupt breaking OF
glass. "l'atter! Patter! Merry little
bullets. presents from the people, your
Excellency! Metayage, your High
ness"
Still the other said no word; a fig
ure. so motionless and white, II
seemed but a wrath pausing at the
side Of its own narrow house"
louder clamor without; a more viviG
brightness Of the red. yellow anG
purple hues, like sudden wealth oi
strange flowers strewn on the marble
floor, and again Sanchez laughed.
TOO bad! But 'tis l who mus
pay first! Who owe 80 much! Has
your Excellency his strong box will
him? All, he leans on it! Such ;
fine one, all of marble! Not easil,
broken into-or out Of! Eh, your Ex
cellency?" Swinging back something
bright. Full payment, this time
Not coppers, or round bits of lead, bu
steel. beautiful STEEL"
Held to the spot by the abrupt tel
ror and fascination Of the scene, tn
Governors daughter had made n
sound, fearful of Fastening the inevt
table; but at the moment the mar
with a last taunting word. Launches
forward, a cry, half articulate, burs
from her lips. 1t was drowned by ar
other voice, loud and commanding
which rang out from the entrance t
the church.
Sanchez"
Perhaps the call Disconnected him
robbed the old servants eye of its Gel
titude; his arm Of its sureness, for tn
blow aimed at his Excellency the la
ter was enabled to evade. At tn
same time, sas with singular agility h
moved aside to save himself, the han
the Governor had been holding to hi
breast, shot out like an adder.
struck Yiciously; stung deep-full |
the side of his tormentor.
That for your metayage!"
But a momentary expression of sa
isfaction was, however, permitted hi
Excellency; the petty tragedy becam
overshadowed by the greater!
THE Bastile! Our Bastile!"
And again a shower of bullets, d
rected in hatred, fell upon the churcl
because its windows were priceless