The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on June 17, 1896 · Page 9
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The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa · Page 9

Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, June 17, 1896
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WDUM IDIKtlTOmiES &V.. ffBAMt* The boy needed no second warning 1 , indeed. He was ofP like the wind clown •the street, for we had Keen, and so bad lie, the stealthly approach of two or three prowling rascals on the lookout for a victim. They caught sight of him, and -tvere strongly inclined to follow him; but we were their match in numbers. The street was other .vise •empty at the moment; and we showed them three excelle«t reasons why they should give him a clear start. His nfter-odventuresare well known; for he, too, lives. He was stopped twice after he left us. In each cast he •escaped by showing hia book of offices- On reaching the college the porter refused to admit him, and he remained for some time in the open street, exposed to constant danger of losing his life, and knowing not what to do. At length he induced the gatekeeper, by the present of some small pieces of money, to call the principal of the college, and this man humanely concealed him for three days. The massacre being then at an end, two armed men in his father's pay sought him out and restored him to his friends. So near was France to losing her gren test minister, the Duke de Sully. To return to ourselves. The lad out of sight, we instantly resumed our purpose, and trying to shut our eyes and ears to the cruelty, and ribaldry, and uproar through which we had still to pass, we counted our turnings with'a desperate exactness,intent only on one thing—to reach Louis de Pavannes, to reach the house opposite to the Head of Erasmus, as quickly as we could. We presently entered a Jong, narrow street. At the end of it the river was visible, gleaming and sparkling in the sunlight. The street was quiet; quiet, and empty. There was no living soul to be seen from end to end of it, only a prowling dog. The noise of the tumult raging in other parts'was softened here by distance and the ! nter- Vening- houses. We seemd to be able to breathe more freely. "This should be our stieet," said Croisette. I nodded. At tbe same moment I espied, half way down it, the sign we needed and pointed to it. But ah! were wo in time 1 ? Or too late? That was the question. By a single impulse we broke into a run, and shot down the roadway at speed. A few yards short of the Head of Erasmus we came one by one, Croisette first, to a full stop. A full stop! The house opposite the bookseller's v.-as sacked! gutted from top to bottom. It was a tall house, immediately fronting street, and every window in it was broken. The door hung forlornly on one hinge, ^hiring cracks in its surface'showing where Ihe ax had splintered it. Fragments of glass and ware. Hung out and shatlered in sheer WH.M ton ness, strewed the >-leps; and one corner cf the lalter a dark ream trickled—to curdle by and hv in the gutter. Whence came tne ctreaniV Alas, there was something more lo be seen yet, something our eyes instinctively sought last of all. The body of a man. It lay on the threshold, the head hanging back, the wide glaring eyes looking up to the summer sky whence the sweltering heat would soon pour down upon it. We looked and shuddered at the face. It was that of a serv ant, n valet who had been with Louis at Caylus, We recognized him at once, for we had known and liked him. He had carried our guns on the hills a do/eu times, and lold us stories of the war. The blood crawled slowly from Mm. lie was dead. Croisette began to shake all over. He clutched one of the pillars, which bore up the porch, and pressed his face against its cold surface, hiding his eyes from the sight. The worst had come, in our hearts I think we had al- wavs fancied some accident would •——" O f t!ii.s nature, too, being high-strung and apt to be easily over-wrought, but never until the necessity for exertion iad passed away; while Marie and 1, though not a whit stouter at pinch, were slower to feel and less easy to move—more Germanic, in fact. I name this here partly lest it should be thought after what I have just told of Croisette thnt there was anything of the woman about him—save the tenderness; and partly to show that we acted at this crisis after his manner. While Croisette turned pale and trembled, and hid his eyes, I stood daaed, looking from the desolate house to the face stiffening in the sunshine, and back again; wondering, though T had seen scores of dead faces since daybreak, nnd a plenitude of suffering in all dreadful shapes, how Providence could let this happen to us. To us! In his instincts man is as selfish as any animal that lives. I saw nothing indeed of the dead face and dead house after the first convincing glance. I saw instead with hot, hot eyes the old castle at home, the green fields about the brook, and the gray hills rising from them; and the terrace, and Kit coming to meet us, Kit with face and parted lips and avid eyes that questioned us! And we with no comfort to give her, no love to bring back to her! A faint noise behind as of a sign creaking in the wind, roused me from this most painful reverie. 1 turned round, not quickly or in surprise or fear. Rather in the same dull wonder. The upper part of the bookseller's door was ajar. It was that I had heard opened. An old woman was peering out at us. As our eyes met, she made a slight movement to close the door again. 13ut I did not stir, and seeming to be reas- siirred by a second glance, she nodded to me in a stealthy fashion. I drew a step nearer, listlessly. "Pst! Pst!" she whispered. Her wrinkled old face, which was like a Normandy apple long kept, was Hof t with pity as she looked at Croisette. "Pst!" "Well!" I said, mechanically. "Is he taken?" she muttered. "Who taken?" I asked stupidly. She nodded towards the forsaken red house, and answered: "The young lord who lodged there? Ah! sirs," she continued, "he looked gay and handsome, if you'll believe me, as he came from the king's court yester even! As bonny a sight in his satin coat, and his ribbons, as my eyes ever saw! And to think that they should be hunting him like a rat sand fools of the lie de fa Cite, nil sparkling 1 in the sunshine. But we swept to the fight, thinking little of that sight, arid checked our speed on finding ourselves on the skirts of the crowd. Refore us wns a bridge—the Pont nu Change, I think—and ;i<, its head on our side of the water stood the Clmtelet, with its hoary turrets and battlements. Between us and the latter, and backed only by the river, \\as a great open space half-filled with people, mostly silent and watchful, come together as to a show, and betraying, at present at least, no desire to take an active part in what was going on. We hurriedly plunged Into the throng, and soon caught the cue to the quietness and the lack of movement whicli seemed to prevail, and which at first sight hud pu//led us. For a moment the absence of tbedrcadfulsymp- toms we had come to know so well— the flying and pursuing, the random blown, the shrieks and curses and battering on doors, the tipsy yells, had reassured us. But the relief was short- lived. Th-j people before us were under control. A tighter grip seemed to close upon our hearts as we discerned this, for we knew that the wild fury of the populace, like the rush of a bull, might have given some chance of escape—in this case as in others. But this cold-blooded ordered search left none. livery face about us was turned in the same direction; away from the river and toward a block of old houses which stood opposite to it. The space immediately in front of these was empty, the people being kept back by a score or so of archers of the guard set at intervals, and by as many horsemen, who kept riding up and down, belaboring the bolder spirits with the flat of their swords, and so preserving a line. At each extremity of this— more noticeably on our left where the line curved round the angle of the buildings—stood a handful of riders, seven in a group, perhaps. And aione in the middle of the space so kept clear, walking his horse up and down and gazing at the houses, rode a man of great stature, booted and armed, the feather nodding in bis bonnet. I could not see his face, but I had no need to see it. I knew him, and groaned aloud. It was Bezers1 I understood the scene better iuw. The horsemen, stern, bearded Swi*zers for the most part, who eyed the rabble about them with grim disdain, and were by no means chary of their blows, were all in colors and armed to the teeth. The order and discipline were of bis milking; the revenge of his seeking. A grasp as of steel had settled upon our friend, and I felt that his last chance was gone. Louis de Pavannes might as well be lying on his threshold with his dead servant by his side, 'as be in hiding within that, ring of ordered swords. It was with despairing eyes we looked at the old wooden houses. They seemed bad carried him. \nd him a heretic!" "It is the black aft," the other answered, crossing herself. "Maybe it. is! Bvt he will need it all t* give thnt big m;i;i the slip to-day." replied the first speaker, comfortably. "Thnt devil!" Mai got exclaimed, pointing- with n stealthy gesture of hato at the vidamc. Ai:;! then in a flerc • whisper, with inarticulate threats, she me to-day!" The woman's words were few and We looitecl shuddering at tbe face. save our friend, some stranger warn liiiu. ''Oh, poor Kit!" Croisette cried, bursting suddenly into violent "Oh, Kit! Kit!' 1 CHAPTER X, sobs. His late majesty, Henry the Fourth, 1 remember— than whoa} »Q braver Juan wore sword, who loved danger, indeed, for it$ own sake.apd courted it as n njis.tress, could never sleep on the pigbt before an action. 1 have heard him *ay himself that it was so before ' simple. But what a change they made in my world! Mow m.v heart awoke from "its stupor, and leapt up with a new joy :ind a new-born hope! "Did he get away?" 1 cried eagerly. "Did he escape, mother, then?" "Ay, that he did!" she replied, quickly. "That poor fellow, yondei—lie lies quiet enough nriw, God forgive him his heresy, say I!—kept the door manfully while the gentleman got on the roof and ran right down the street on the tops of the houses, with them firing and hooting at him; for all the world as if he had been a squirrel and they a pack of boys with stones!" "And he" escaped?" "Escaped!" she answered, more slowly, shaking her old head in doubt, "I do not know about that! I fear they have got him by now. gentlemen. I have been shivering and shaking upstairs with my husband—be is in bed, good man, and the safest place for him —the saints have mercy upon us! But i heard them go with their shouting and gunpowder rigiht along to the river, and 1 doubt they will take him between this and the ehatelet! I doubt they wilt." "How long ago was it, flame?" I cried. "Oh! maybe half an hour. Perhaps you are friends of his?" she added, question ingly. But I did not stay to answer her. I shook Croisette, who had not heard a word of this, by the shoulder. "There is a chance that he has escaped!" I cried in his ear, "Escaped, do you hear?" And I told him hastily what she had said. It was fine, indeed, and a sight to see tears dry in his eyes, and energy and the blood rush to his cheeks, and the and muscle of his face. "Then there is hope!" he cried, grasping my arm, ''Hope, Anne! Come! Come! DO not let us lose another instant. If he be alive let us join, him!" The old woman tried to detain us, but in vain. Nay, pitying us, and fearing, I think, that we were rushing on our deaths, she cast aside her caution and called after us aloud. We took no heed, running- after Croisette, who had not waited for our answer, as fast as young limbs could carry us clown the street. The exhaustion we had felt a moment before when all seemed lost—be it re' jnembered that we had not been to bed or tasted food for many hours—fell from us on the instant, and was clean gone and forgotten in the joy of this respite. Louis was living and for the to be bowing themselves towards us, their upper stories projected so far, they were so decrepit. Their roofs were a wilderness of gutters and crooked gables, of tottering chimneys and wooden pinnacles . and rotting beams. Amongst these 1 judged Kit's lover was hiding. Well, it was a good place for hide, and seek—with any other play.e.r than Death. In the gitound floors of the houses there were no windows and no doors; by reason, I learned afterwards, of the frequent flooding of the river. But a long wooden, gallery raised on struts ran along the front, rather more than the height of a man from the ground, and access to this waa gained by a wooden staircase at each end. Above this first gallery was a second, and above that a line of windows? set between the gables. The block- it may have run for 70 or SO yards alon^ the shore,—contained four houses, each with a door opening on to the lowei gallery. I saw indeed that but for the' vidame's precautions Louis might well have escaped. Had the mob once poured helter-skelter into that labyrinth oi rooms and passages he might with luck have mingled with them, unheeded and unrecognized, and effected his escape when they retreated. But now there were sentries on each gallery and more on the roof.Whenever one of the latter moved or seemed to be looking inward—where a search party, 1 understood, were at work—indeed if he djd but turn his head, a thrill ran through the crowd and a murmur arose, which once or twice swelled to a savage roar such ns earlier had made me tremble. When thia happened the impulse came, it seemed to me, from the farther end of the line. There the rougher elements were collected, and there I more than once saw Bezers' troopers in conflict with the mob. In that quarter too a savage chant was presently struck up, the whole gathering joining in and yelling with an indescribably appalling effect: "Haul Hau! Huguenots! Faites plaec aux Papegots!" in derision of the old song said to be popular amongst the Protestants. But in the Huguenot version the last words •were of course tranposed. We had worked our way by this time to the front of the line, and looking into one another's eyes, mutely asked a question; but not even Croisette had an told a story of him, which made shudder. "He cty.l! And &he in religion, too!" she concluded. "May our Lady o? Loretto reward him." The tale might be true for all I know, horrible as it was! I had heard similar ones attributing things almost as fiendish to him, times and ngain; from that poor fellow lying dead on Pa- vannes' doorstep, for one. and from others besides. And the vidame in hiw pacing to and fro turned towards us. I gawd at him fascinated by his grim visage and that story. His eye rested on the crowd about us, and I trembled, lest even at that distance he should rec- ogn'/e us. And he did! I had forgotten his keenness of sight. His face flashed suddenly into a grim smile. The tail of his eye resting upon vis, and seeming to forbid us to move, he gave some orders. The color fled from my face. To escape indeed was impossible, for we were hemmed in by the press, and could scarcely stir a limb. Vet I did make one effort. "Croisette!" I muttered—-he was the rearmost—"stoop down. lie may not have seen you. Stoop down, lad!" But St. Croix was obstinate and would not stoop. Nay. W!K<II one of the mounted men came, and roughly ordered us into the open, it was Croisette who push!us? past us, stepped out first with a lordly air. I, following him. saw •ihat hi's lips were firmly compressed, and that there was an eager light in his eyes. As we .-merged, the crowd in our wake broke the line, and tried to pursue us; either hostilely or through eagerness to see what it meant. But a dozen blows of the long pikes drove them back, howling and cuming to their places. I expected to be taken to Bezers; and what would follow I could not tell. But he did always it seemed what we least expected, for he only scowled at us now, a grim mockery on his lip, and cried: "See thnt they do not. escape again! But do them no harm, sirrah, until I have the batch of them!" He turned one way and 1 another, my heart swelling with rage. Would he dare to harm us? Would even the vi- dame dare to murder a Cay]us' nephew openly and in cold blood? I did not think- so. And yet—and yet— Croisette interrupted the train of my thoughts. I found that he was not following me. He had sprung away, and in a dozen strides reached the vidame's stirrup, and was clasping his knee when 1 turned. I could not hear at the distance at which 1 stood what he said, and the horseman to whom Bezers had committed us spurred between us. But 1 heard the vidame's answer. "No! no! no!" he cried, with aring of restrained fury in his voice. "Let my plans alone! What clo you know of them? And if you speak to me again. M. St. Croix—I think that is your name, boy—I will—no. I will not kill you. That mic,!it please you, you are stubborn, I can see. But I will have you stripped and lashed like the meanest of my scullions! Now go, and take care!" Impatience, hate and wild passion flamed in his face for the moment— transfiguring it. Croisette came back to us slowly, white-lipped and quiet. "Never mind," 1 said, bitterly. "Tho third time may bring luck." Not that 1 felt much indignation^at the vidame's insult, or any anger with the lad for incurring it; as I had felt on that other occasion. Life and death to ore of their humbefi and then followed, their great boots clattering on the planks. My breath came fant and short, for I felt it was a crisis. Jt was a race between the two ;::rties, or rather be- ! twecn the vicl: 1 . r..<« artl : !v.< leudont of | the mob. T!;e latter had flu- shorter ivay to g:). But on U:o r.iirnnv step? ( they were carried oil' their feet by the press behind them, and foil over and hampered one anotbei and lost time. The vidame, free from this drawback, was some way along the gallery before they had r-et foot on it. How I prayed—amiil a scene of the wildest uproar and excitement—that, the mob might be first! Let there be only n short conflict between He/err,' men nnd the people, and in the confusion Pavannes might yet i-scape. Hope, awoke in the turmoil. Above the yells of the crowd a scor« of deep voices about me thundered, -'a Wolf! a Wolf!" And 1 too, lost my head, and drew my sword, and screamed at the top of my voice, "a Caylus! a Cnylr.s!" with the maddest. Thousands of eyes besidrr, mine were strained on the foremost figures on either side. They met, us it chanced, precisely at the door of the house. The mob leader was a slender man, I saw; a priest, apparently, 1 hough now lie was girt with mi priestly weapons, his skirts were tucked up and his head w»s bar'-. So much my first, glance showed me. 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And yet how dreadful it was to stand still among the cruel, thoughtless inob and see our friend, the touch of whose hand we knew so well, done- to death for their sport! Done to death as the old woman had said like any rat, not a soul save ourselves pitying him! Not a soul to turn sick at his cry of agony, or shudder at the glance of hia dying eyes. It was dreadful indeed. 0 Ah, well," muttered a woman beside me to her companion—there were many women in the crowd--"it is down with the Huguenots, say I! It is Lorraine is the fine man! Bu,t after all yon is a bonny fellow and a proper, Margot! I saw him leap from, roof to roof wemed to be everything on this morning. Words had ceased to please and annoy, for what are are words to the sheep in the shambles? On« man's life and one woman's happiness—outside ourselves we thought, only of these now. And some day, 1 reflected, Croisette might remember even with pleasure that he had, as a drowning man clutching at straws, stooped to a last prayer for them. We were placed in the middle of a knot of troopers who closed the line to the right. And presently Marie toucEed me. He was gazing intently at the sentry on the roof of the third house from us; the farthest but one. The. man's back wns to the parapet, nnd he M'HS gestiniilatinpr wildly. "He sees him!" .Mfii'ie u..Uterecl, I nodded almost in apathy. But this passed away, find 1 [started involuntarily and shuddered, as a savage roar, breaking the silence, rang along the front of the mob like a rolling volley of firearms. What is it? A man posted at a window on the upper gallery had dropped his pike's point, an* was level- ling it at some one inside; we could see no more, But those in front of the window could; they saw too much for the vidame's precautions, as a moment showed. He had not laid his account with the frenzy of a rabble, the passions of a mob which had tasted blood. J saw the line at its farther end waver suddanly and toss to and fro. Then a hundred hands went up, and confused angry cries rose with them. The troopers struck about them, giving bacfc slowly as they did so. But their efforts were in vain. With a scream of triumph a wild torrent of people broke through, between them, leaving thorn Stranded; and rushed in a headlong cataract towards the steps. Bezers was close to us at the time. "S'death?" he cried, swearing oaths which even his sovereign could scarce have equalled. "Tfrey will snatch, him from me yet, the hellhounds!" e whirled his horse round and. cheeks. 4cross the river lav the «""' j n T5 r.Love Lane, ae if tbe blessed saints spurred him in a dozen bounds to the stairs at our end of the gallery. Then he leaped from him, dropping the bridle recklessly; and bounding up three steps at a time, lie ran along the gallery. Half a dozen of the troopers about us stared only to fliner their reins A scene cf v.-ilc:3it uproar and confusion. —it, was when 1 s;:w the blood forsake his pale, lowerirg nice and leave it whiter than ever, when horror sprang along with recognition to his ever,, when borne along by the crowd behind he sa\v his position and who was before hi nl —it was only then when his mean figure shrank and he quailed nnd would have turned but could not, that 1 recognized the coadjutor. 1 was silent now, my mouth r.^apc. There are seconds which are minutes; aye, and many minutes. A man may die, a man may' come into life in such a second. In one of these, it seemed to me. those two men paused, face to face; though, in fact, a pause was for one of them impossible. He was between—and I think he knew it^-tlie devil and the deep sea. Yet he seemed t6 pause, while all, even that yelling crowd below, held their breath. The next moment, glaring askance at one another like two dogs unevenly coupled, he and Bezers shot shoulder to shoulder into the doorway, nnd in another jot of time would have been out of sight. But then, in that instant, I saw something happen. The vidame's hand flashed up above the priest's head and the cross-hilt of his sheathed sword crashed down with awful force, and still more awful passion, on the other's tonsure! The wretch went down like a log, without a word, without a cry! Amid a roar of rage from a thousand throats, a roar that might have shaken the stoutest heart and blanched the swarthiest cheek, Bezers disappeared within. It was then that 1 saw the power of. discipline and custom. Few as were the troopers who had followed him—a mere handful—they fell without hesitation on the foremost of the crowd, who were already in confusion, stumbling and falling over their leader's body, and hurled them back pell- mell along the gallery. The throng below had no firearms and could give no aid at the moment; the stage was narrow; in two minutes the vidame's people ha'd swept it clear of the crowd and were in possession of it. A tall fellow took up the priest's body, dead or alive. I do not know which, and flung it as' if it had been a sack of corn over tlw rail. It fell with a heavy thud on the ground. I heard a piercing scream that rose above that babel—one shrill scream!—and the mob closed round and hid the thing. If the rascals had had the wit to make at once for the right-hand stairs, where we stood with two or three of Bezers' men \vho had kept their saddles, I think they might easily have disposed of us, incumbered as we were by the horses; and then they could have attacked the handful on th* gallery on both flanljs, But the mob had no leaders, and no plan of operations. They seized, indeed, two or three of the scattered troopers, and tearing them from their horses, wreaked their passion upon them horribly. Bufc most of the Switz- ers escaped, thanks to the attention the mob paid to the houses and what was going forward on the galleries; and these, extricating themselves, joined us one by one, so that gradually a little ring of stern faces gathered about the stair-foot. A moment's hesitation, and seeing no help for it, we ranged oursei\es with them; and, unchecked as unbidden, sprang on three of the led horses. (Continued next week.) K. H. Woodward Company, Baltimore -AT THE- Water + Mil!, or our FI.OUR STORE door isontli of the REPUBLICAN Office.. JONES & STACY. Best Thing on Earth ! AMEHICAU CREAM HAND SEPERATOR For Farmer's Use. Write to the agent at Wesley and get particulars. G, S, McPHERSOH, Agent, WATER ORTO PAY, Artesian well contractor. I have the only cable steam drilling machine owned in the county; sink wells for water supply for towns, cities and railroads. Special attention to farm woll work. Estimates made. I employ only expert drillers. Address, A. F. 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