The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1914-08-11

heavens, no earlnquaKe or Ilgnrntng;
lit was not less a miracle because
many people living now might tell of
like help in fearful need. AS it was
once a long time ago. the water of his
blood was changed into wine. So the
prisoner stood in the courtyard in the
blackness of midnight and found him
self ready
He CROPPED his way to the shed he
had seen from the governors window;
with his old boyish agility he scram-
bled up it's Stopping roof and felt for the
coping he had noticed-the coping
wide enough for mans foot; he had
found it; he had found a water pipe
above to help him stand on it; he was
on the coping, face fat to the wall.
working his way with infinite delicate
care to the window of the governor.
He never knew how long that part
took; it seemed great while, though
not many feet lay between the shed
and the window. Then he felt the
stone sill of the window; his hand
crept up; 1t was open-wide OPEN
With strong pull be had swung him
self over and stood in the dark, in the
governors bedroom.
Stood and listened, hardly daring for
the first instant to draw the long
breath he sorely needed. Then he
smiled. No necessity for that caution
at least The governor was snoring
heavy aggressive snore which would
have drowned most noises. Francois
stood quiet till his eyes had grown &C
customed to the shadows, and then
there they were, the governors clothes.
On chair by his bed. With wary
steps he stole across. He lifted off
one or two things and suddenly there
was jingle.
"Ah!" growled the governor and
flung out his hand, and the snore came
to full stop.
The hand SCI rched the darkness a
second; ali but touched that of Fran
co.'s, then fell Imply. the head turned
away, with a. deep sigh. Like statue
Francois stood, frozen to the floor, and
dared not look at the figure stirring in
the bed, for fear his gaze might awake
the sleeper. For he slept; the sound
of the keys had only Jared some
chord in his uneasy dream. Long min
utes after the snoring was in full prog
ress again Francois waited, and then
with careful fingers he clasped the en-
tire bunch of keys softly and carried
them into the next room.
There was low light there, on the
writing-table. Francois slipped the
thin, old, brass key which he knew off
from the bunch; he glanced about
quickly and found the flint and steel
on its table and put them in his peck
ct; he took down that small saber,
with its well-polished. scabbard, and
buckled it about himself; then a
thought came to him. A sheet of pa
per lay on the governors writing-table
as If he had been about to write let
ter; pen and ink were ready. The
prisoner dropped into the governors
chair and wrote:
my dear count, / cannot run away
without leaving a good-by for you and
a word of thanks for the kindness you
have shown me. Be sure I shall not
forget our evenings together and shall
be glad when 1 hear of your promo
ton, as 1 am sure shall hear.
heartily hope am not going to make
trouble for you. But have to go-you
will understand that. With a thousand
thanks again l am, count, your CRATE
full prisoner-Francois Beaupre"
Still the count snored. Francois
alert, stood and listened as he folded
Il IA Ix ND Tot c
weight on the table. Then he tempted
Providence no longer. He slid the bat
tered, bright, old, brass key softly in
to the lock, let himself into the darl
stairway, relocked the door on the in
side, CROPPED his way painfully dowr
the steep stairs into the wine-cellar
and when he felt level floor under
his feet struck a light with the gov
ernor's flint and steel. He lighted one
of his candle ends. The wine-cellar
which he had left only two hours be
fore, seemed almost homelike; il
lacked the governor, that was all. He
crossed to the projecting stone in the
north wall, and pressed the corner o.
the stone below. Nothing happened
Hurrieday he pressed it again, harder
but the cold even surface of the wal
stared him blankly in the face. Agar
he pushed-with no result. A sickness!
came over him. Was all his labor and
peril to go for nothing? Was he to b.
caught again and thrust back, thiI
time into some far worse dungeon
How had he dared to hopei The en-
trance was closed, overgrown, the
masonry had grown solid with years
and dampness.