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ALGONA, IdWA, WfiMESDAY, MAY 6, 1896. He shook his head; he was still smiling 1 , still unmoved. "I do not do my . own dirty work," he said, quietly, "uor * stint my footmen of their sport, boy." "Very well!" I retorted. And with the words I drew my sword, and sprang as quick ns lightning to the curtain by which he had entered. "Very well, wo will kill you first!" I cried, w'rathfully, m y e J"P o" his C3'e, and every savage passion in my breast moused, "and take our chance with the lackeys afterwards! Marie! Croisette!" I cried, shrilly, "on him, lads!" But they did not answer. They did not move or draw. For the moment, indeed, the man was in ray power. My wrist wns raised, and I had my point at his breast, I could have run 7fim. / through by a single thrust. And I hated him. Oh, how I hated him! •^ But'he did not stir. Had ho spoken, had he moved so much as an eyelid, or drawn back his foot, or laid his hand, on his hilt, I should h:: v o killed him ' there. But he did not stir and I could not do it. My hand dropped. "Cowards!" T cried, glancing bitterly from him to them—they had never failed me before. "Cowards!" I muttered, secm- . ing to shrink into myself as I said the word. And I flung my sword clattering on the floor. "That is better!" he drawled, quite unmoved, as ii! nothing more than words had passed, as if ho had not been in peril at all. "It wns what I was going to ask you to do. If the other young gentlemen will follow your ex- V ample, I shall be obliged. Thank yon. Thank you." Croipette, and a minute later Marie, obeyed him to the letter! I could not understand it. I folded my arms and gave up the game an despair, and but for very shame I could have put my :' hands to my face and cried. lie stood in the middle under the lamp, a head taller than the tallest of us; our roaster. And. we stood round him. trapped, beaten, for all the world like children. Oh, I could have cried! This was the end of our long ride, our aspirations, our knight-errantry! "Now perhaps yon will listen to me," he went on, smoothly, "and hear what I am going to do. I am going to keep you "I could havo run him through by a Dingle thrust." here, young gentlemen, until you can serve me by carrying to mademoiselle, your cousin, some news of her* betrothed. Oh, I shall not detain you long," he added, with an evil smile. "You have arrived at Paris nt a fortunate moment. There is going to be a— well, there is a little scheme on foot appointed for to-night—singularly lucky you arc! —for removing some objectionable people, some friends of ours, perhaps among them, M. Anne, That is all. You will hear shots, cries, perhaps screams. Take no notice. You will bo in no danger. For M. de Pavannes," he continued, his voice sinking, "I think that by morning I shall be able to give you—a—a more particiUar account of him to take to Caylus—to mademoiselle, you understand." For a moment the mask was off. His face took a- sombre brightness. He moistened his lips with his tongue as though he saw his vengeance worked out then and there before hina, and were gloating over the picture, The idea that this was so took such » hold upon me that I shrank back, shuddering; read" ing, too, in Croisctte's face the same thought—and a Jate repentance, Nay, the malignity of Bezers 1 tone, the savage gleam of joy in his eyes, rippalled me to such an extent that I fancied for ft moment I saw in him the devil incarnate. He recovered his composure very cjuickly, however; and turned carelessly towards the door. "If you will follow me," he said; "*I will see you disposed of. You may have to complain of your lodging—I have other things to thiuk of tp-night than hospitality. But you shall not need to complain of your supper." lie drew aside the curtain as he spoke, and passed into the next room before us, not giving a thought apparently to the possibility that we might strike him frojn behind. There certainly was an odd 'quality apparent in him at times which seemed to contradict what we knew pf him. The room we entered was rather long than wide, hung with tapestry, and lighted by silver lamps. Rich plate embossed, 5afterwards Jearue.d, by Cellini, tfee Florentine—who died tba-t year, I yemember—and richer glass froia Ven- ipe, with- a crowd of nteaner vessels fjiea with meatf and <Jr jnks, 9overed tke Qjq, numerous party. But save a servant01 two by the distant dresser, and an cc clcsia-stic at the far end of the table, the room was empty. The priest rose as we entered, the vidnine saluting him as if they had not met that day. "You -are welcome, M le Coadjutcur," he said; saying it cold ly, however, I thought. And the t\v< eyed one another with little favor; rath er as birds of prey about to quarrel ovei the spoil, than as host and guest. Perhaps the coadjutor's glittering eyes am" great beak-like nose made me think o: this. "Ho! ho!" ho said, looking piercingly at us—and no doubt we must have seemed a miserable and dejected crev enough. "Who aa-e these? IS'ot the first fruits of the night, eh?" The vidame looked darkly at him "No," he answered, brusquely. They are not. I am not particular out of doors coadjutor, as you know, but this is my house, and we are going to supper. Per ha.ps you do not comprehend the dis tinction. Still it exists—for me," with a sneer. This was as good as Greek toils. Bui I so shrank from the priest's malignam eyes, which would not quit us, and fell so much digust mingled with my angei that when Bezers by a gesture invitee me to sit down, I drew back. "I wil not eat with you," I said sullenly; speaking out of a jkind of dull obstinacy, or perhaps a childish petulance. It cjid not occur to me that this woulc] pierce the vidame's armor. Yet a dul red showed for an instant in his cheek, and he eyed me with a look,, that was not all ferocity, though the veins in hi temples swelled. A moment, nevertheless, and he was himself again. "Armand," he said quietly to the servant, "thftse gentlemen will not sup with me Lay for them at the other end." Men are odd. The moment he gave way to me I repented of my words. It was almost with reluctance that I followed the servant to the lower part of the table. More than this, mingled with the hatred I felt for the vidame, there was now a strange sentiment towards him—almost of admiration; that had its birth, I think in the moment when I held his life in my hand, and he had not flinched. • We ate in.-siJence;" even after Croisette b3' grasping my. hand under the table had begged me not to judge him hastily. The two at the tipper end talked fast, and from the little that reached us, I judged that the priest was pressing some course on his host, which the latter declined to take. Once Bezel's raised his voice. "I have my own ends to serve!" ho broke out angrily, adding- a fierce oath which the priest did not rebuke, "and I shall serve them. But there I stop. You have your own. Well, serve them, but do not talk to me of the cause! The cause? To hell with the causa! 1 have my cause, and you have yours, and my lord of Guise has his! And you will not make me believe that there is any other?" "The king's?" suggested the priest, smiling sourly. "Say rather the Italian woman's!" the vidame answered recklessly—meaning the queen mother, Catherine de 1 Medici, I supposed. "Well then, the cause of the church?" the priest persisted. "Bah! The church? It is you, my friend!" Bezers rejoined, rudely tapping his companion—at that moment in the act of crossing himself—on the chest. "The church?" he continued; "no, no, my friend. I will tell you what you are doing. You want me to help you to get rid of your branch, and you offer in return to aid me with mine and then, say you, there will be no stick left to beat either of us. But you may understand once for all"—and the vidame struck his hand heavily down among the glasses—"that I will have no interference with my work, master clerk! None! Do you hear? And as for yours, it is no business of mine, That is plain speaking, is it not?" The priest's hand shook as he raised a. full glass to his lips, but he made no rejoinder, and the vidame, seeing we had finished, rose, "Armand!" he cried, his face still dark, "take these gentlemen to their chamber. You understand 1" We stiffly acknowledged his salute^the priest taking no notice of us—and followed the,servant .from the room; (ring- along a corridor and up a steep flight of stairs, and seeing enough by ihe way to be sure that resistance was iopeless. Doors opened silently as we passed, and grim fellows, in corselets and padded costs, peered out. The clank of arms and murmur of voices sounded continuously about us; and as we passed a window the jingle ol jits, and the hollow clang of a restless 'loot on the flags below, told us that the great house was for a time u, fort^ ress. I wondered much. For this was Paris, a «ity with gates' and guards; the night a short August night. Yet the loneliest manor in Quercy could scarcely have bristled with more pikes and rausquetpons, on a, winter's night and in time of war. doubt these signs imprnssed us all; and Croisette nqt least. Forsud* deujy I heard him sipp, as he followed• up the narrow staircase, an<J begin vmruingr jo, again, as fnst ns 'he could. I dirl not know what he was about, but muttering something to Marie I followed the lad to see. At the foot of the flight of stairs I looked back. Marie and the servant Were standing in suspense, where I had left them. I heard the latter bid us angrily to return. But by this time Croisette was at the end of the corridor; and reassuring the fellow by a gesture, I hurried on, until brought to a. standstill by a man opening a door in my face. lie had heard our returning footsteps, and eyed mo suspiciously; but gave way after a moment with a grunt of doubt. I hastened on, reaching the door of the room in which we had supped in time to see something which filled me with grim astonishment; so much so that I stood rooted where I was, too proud nt any rate to interfere. Bezers was standing, the leering priest at his elbow. And Croisette was stooping forward, his hands stretched out in an attitude of supplication. "Nay, but M. le Vidame," the lad cried, as I stood, the door in my hand, "it were better to stab her at once than break her heart! Have pity on her! If you kill him, you kill her!" The vidame was silent, seeming to glower on the boy. The priest sneered. "Hearts are soon mended—especially women's," he said. "But not Kit's!" Croisette said, passionately—otherwise ignoring him. "Not Kifc'sl You do not know her, vi- dinno! Indeed you do not!" The remark was ill-timed. I saw a spasm of anger distort Be/ers' lace. "Get up, boy!" he snarled, "I wrote to mademoiselle what I would do, and that I shall do! A Bezers keeps his word. By the God above us—if there be a God, and in the devil's name I doubt it to-night!—I shall keep mine! Go!" .His great face was full of rage. He looked over Croisette's head as he spoke, as • if appealing to the Great Registrar of his vow, in the very moment in which lie had all but denied Him. I turned and stole back the way I had come; and heard Croisette follow. That little scene completed my misery. After that I seemed to take no heed of anything or anybody until I was aroused by the grating of our jailer's key in the lock, and became aware that he was gone, and that we were alone in a small room under the tiles. He had left the candle on the floor, and we three stood around it. Save for the long shadows we cast on the walls and two pallets hastily thrown down in one corner, the place was empty. 1 did not look much at it, and I would not look at the others. I flung myself on one of the pallets and turned my face to the wall, despairingly. 1 thought bitterly of the failure we had made of it, and of the vidame's triumph. I cursed St. Croix especially for that last touch of humiliation he had set to it: Then, forgetting myself as my anger abated, I thought of Kit so. far away at Caylus—of Kit's pale, gentle face, and her sorrow. And little by little I forgave Croisette. After all he had not begged for us—he had not stooped for our sakes, but for hers. I do not know how long I lay at seesaw between these two moods. Or whether during that time the others talked or were silent, moved about the room or lay still. But it was Croisette's hand on my shoulder, touching me with a quivering eagerness that instantly communicated itself to my limbs, which recalled me to the room and its shadows. "Anne!" he cried. "Anne! Are you awake?" "Wha.t is it?" I said, sitting up and looking at him. "Marie," he began, "has—" But there was .no need for him to finish. I saw that Marie was standing at the far side of the room by the unglazed window; which, being in a sloping part oJ the roof, inclined slightly also. ; He had raised the shutter which closed it, and on hU tip-toes—for the was almost his own height from the floor — was peering out. I looked sharply at Croisette. "Is there a gutter outside?" I whispered, beginning 1o tingle all over as the thought of escape for .the first time occurred to me. "No," he answered in the same tone, "But Marie says he can see a beam below, which lie thinks we can reach." I sprang up, promptly displaced Marie, and looked out. When my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I discerned a dark' chaos of roofs and gables stretching as far as I eould see before me. Nearer, immediately under the window, yawned a chasm—a, narrow street. Beyond this was a house rather lower than that in which we were, the lop of its roof not quite reaching the level of my eyes. "I see no beam," I said, "Look below!" quoth Marie, stolidly. I did so, and then saw that 15 or 10 feet below our window there was a jiarrow beam which ran from our house to the opposite one—for the support of joth, as is common in towns, In the hadow near the far end of this—it was po directly under our window that I could- only see the other end of it—I made out a casement, faintly illumi* nated from within. I shook my head. "We cannot get down to it," I said, neasuring the distance to the beam, and the depth below it, and shivering. < • "Marie says we can, with a short :ope," Croisette replied. His eyes were 'listening with excitement. "But we have no rope!" J retorted. '. was dull—as usual. Marie made no inswer. Surely he was the most stolid • md silent of brothers. I turned to liin. He was taking off his waistcoat and jfeckerchief. "Good!" I cried. I begin tp see now. Off came our scarfs and kerchiefs also, and fortunately they were of hoiae make, long and strong. And Marie had ci hank of four-ply yarn, ju his pocket as it turned out, and j had some stout garters, and two pr thjree y^fds pf bin, card, which J h,ad, brpugbt \& if need, sh^ujd (Ii five minutes we had fastened them junningly together. "I am the lightest," said Croisette. "But Mjjrie has the steadiest head/' I objected. We had learned that long Ago—l.hr.t Marie could walk the coping- stones of the battlements with as little concern as we paced a plank set on the ground. "True," Croisette had to admit "But he must comp hist, because who- Bver does so will have to let himscll down." I had not thought of Ihnt. and nodded. It seemed that the lead was passing out of my hands, and J mighl resign myself. Still one thing I woulc have. As Mario was to come last, J would go first. My weight would best test flic rope. And, accordingly, it wa so decided. There wns no time to be lost. At any moment we might be interrupted. So the plan was no sooner conceived thai carried out. The rope was made fasl to niy left wrist. Then I mounted on Marie's shoulders, and climbed—noi 'I clung, oh, how I clurs to that rope." without quavering—through the window, taking as little time over it as possible, for a bell was already proclaiming midnight. All this I had done on the spur of the moment. But outside, hanging by my hands in the darkness, the strokes o: the great bell in my ears, I had a moment in which to think. The sense of the vibrating depth below me, the airiness, the space and gloom around frightened nie. "Are you ready?" muttered Marie, perhaps with a little im patience. He had not a scrap of imag ination, httd Marie. ' "No! wait a minute!" I blurted out clinging to the sill, and taking a Ius1 look nt the bare room, and the two dark figures between me and the light "No!" I added, hurriedly. "Croiselte —boys, I called you cowards just now. I take it back! I did not mean it! That is all!" I gasped. ''Let go!" A warm touch on my hand. Something like a <3ob. The next moment I felt myself sliding down the face of the house, down into the depth. Tim light shot rip. My head turned giddily. 1 clung, oh, how I clung to that rope! Half way down the thought struck me that in case of accident those above might not be strong enough to pull me up again. But it was too late to think of that, and in another second my feet touched the beam. I breathed again. Softly, very gingerly, 1 mado good my footing on the slender bridge, and, disengaging ihe rope, let it go. Then, not withoilt another qualtn, 1 sat down astride of the beam, and whistled in token of success. Success so far! It was a strange position, and I have often dreamed of it since. In the darkness about me Paris lay to ail seeming asleep, A veil, and not the veil of night only, • was stretched between it and me; between me, a mere lad, and the strange secrets of a great city; stranger, grimmer, more deadly that night than ever before or since. How many men were watching under those dimly-socn roofs, with arms in their hands? How many sat with murder at heart? How many were waking, who at dawn would sleep forever, or sleeping who would wake only at the knife's edge? These things I could not know, any more than I could picture how many boon companions were parting at that instant, just risen from ihe dice, one to go blindly—the other watching him—to his death? 1 coyld not imagine, thank Heaven for it, those secrets, or a. hundreth part of the treachery and cruelty, and greed that lurked at my feet, ready to burst all bounds at a pistol-shot. It had no significance for me that the past day was the 23d of August, or that the morrow was St. Bartholomew's feast! No. Yet mingled with the jubilation which the possibility of triumph over our enemy raised in my breast, there was certainly a foreboding. The vi- dame's hints, no less than his open joasts, had pointed to something to happen before morning—something wider than the jnere murder of a single man. Th,e warping also which "the Baron de JJpsny had given us at the inn occurred to mo with new meaning. And [ could not shake the feeling off. 4. fancied, as I sat in the darkness astride of my beam, that I could see, closing 1 ;he narrow vista, of. the street, the mass, of the Louvre, and that the murmur of voices and the tramp of men assembling came from its courts, with, now and, again tbe ateaJtby challenge ol ft sentry, tka restrained, voice ol an fficer. %ajrop}y $ wayfarer passe4 beneath. J^gj gq |§>y, indee^, And yet. unless 1 was mistaken, a furtive step, a subdued whisper were l>orue to me on every breeze, from every quarter. And the night was full of phantoms. Perhaps all this wns mere 1 nervousness, the outcome of my position. At any rate I felt no ir.oro of it when Croisette joined me. \Ve had our daggers, and that gave me some comfort. If we could once gain entrance to the house opposite, we had only to beg, or in the last resort force our way downstairs and out, and then to hasten with \\hat speed we might to i'avanncs* dwelling. Clearly it was a question of time only now, whether Boxers' baiu or we should first reach it. And strucl by this I whispered Marie to bo quick He seemed to lie long in coming. lie scrambled down hand over ham »t last, and then I saw that he had no lingered above for nothing. He hat' contrived after getting out of the win dow to letdown thcshtitten And more* he had at sonic risk lengthened cnu rope, and made a double line of it, so that it ran round a hinge of 1hc shutter; and when he stood beside us, ho took it by one end and disengaged it Good, clever .Marie! "Bravo!" I said soi'tly, clapping hin on the back. ""Now they will in/.' '..now which way the birds have flown!'' So there we all were, one of us, ] confess, trembling. \Ve slid easily along the beam to the opposite house But once there in a row one behind the other with our faces to the wall, and the night air blowing slantwise—well I an nervous on a height and I gasped. The window was a, good six feet above the beam. The casement—it was unglazct —was open, veiled by a thin curtain and alas! protected by thrci* hoi-I/.onta bars—stout bars they looked. Vet we were bound to , l /u;> nn'.i to get. in; and. I was preparing to rise to my feet on the giddy bridge as gingcrlj as I could, when Marie crawled quicklj over us, and swung himself up to the narrow sill, much as I should moun- a horse on the level. He held out his foot to me, and making on effort ] leached the same dizzy perch. Croisette for the time remained below. A narrow window ledge GO feet above the pavement, and three bars to cling to! I cowered to my holdfasts, envying even Croisette. My legs dangled airily and the black chasm of the street seemed to yawn for me. Forarnomeiil I turned sick. I recovered from that to feel desperate. I remembered that go forward we must, bars or no bars. We could not regain our old prison if we would. It was equally clear that we coult not go forward if the inmates shoulc" object. On that narrow- perch ever Marie was helpless. The bars of the window were close together. A woman a child, could disengage our hands, anc then—I turned sick again. I thouglr of the cruel stones. I glued my face to the bars, and pushing aside a corner o: the curtain, looked in. There was only one person in the room—a woman, who was... moving about, fully dressed, late as it was. The room was a mere attic, the countcrpan of that we had left. A box bed with a canopy roughly nailed over it stood ii: one cori-ar. A couple of chairs were by the hearth, and all seemed to speak oJ poverty and bareness. Yet the woman whom we saw was richly dressed though her silks and velvets were disordered. I saw a jewel gleam in hci hair, and others on her hands. When she turned her face towards us—a wild, beautiful face,' perplexed and tearstained—I knew her instantly for a gentlewoman, and when she. walked hastily to the door, and laid her hand upon it, arid seemed to listen—when she shook the latch and dropped her hands in despair and went back to the hearth, ] made another discovery. I knew at once, seeing her there, thatwewerelike- ly but to change one prison for another. Was every house in Paris then a dungeon ? And did each roof cover its tragedy? "Madame!" I said, speaking softly, to attract her attention. "Madame!" She started violently, not knowing whence the sound came, and looked round, at the door first. Then she moved towards the window, and with an affrighted gesture, drew the curtain rapidly aside. Our eyes met. What if she screamed and aroused the house? What, ideed? "Madame," I said again, speaJdng hurriedly, and striving to reassure her by the softness of my voice, "we implore your help! Unless you assist us we are lost." "You! Who are you ?" she cried, glaring at us wildly, her hand to her head. And then she murmured to herself: 'Mon Dieu! what will become of me ?" "We have been imprisoned in. the house opposite," I hastened to explain, d isjointedjy, I am afraid. "And Ave have escaped, We cannot get back if we would. Unless you let us enter your room, and give us shelter—" "We shall be dashed to pieces on the pavement," supplied Marie, with, pei> feet calmness—nay, with apparent en* joyment. "Let you in here?" she answered, starting back in a new terror; "it js mpossihle," (Continued next week.) R. II. Woodward Company, Baltimore, \Id., announce a new book, "Story of Spain and Cuba." This book is written jy Mr. Nathan C. Green, the well-known .uthor and former resident of Cuba. It is leautifully illustrated with nearly 100 ou- raviugs and is sold by subscription. Take tlie best pill. Dr, Sawyer's Little Wide 4. wake Pills are really wide awake and very ice to. carry in the pocket, and easy to take, old by Frank W. Diugley, , Ivery disease lias its remedy, For indices tion nd biliousness, Ur. Sawyer's Little Wide iwake Pills b.ave uo equal. They assist nat^- ve. Sold by J" ' PROMS10M BUSINESS DIRECfOSli M. 1'. HAGGARD. ». f. TVMK. Haggard & l*eek> Successors to JONES & SMITH. 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