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CHAPTER VII— (Continued).
"Adieu, mademoiselle,” 1 sai l and
was off under the trees. The -ounils
grew louder as I approached, and It
was evident that the whole palace had
been aroused. Windows were thrown
open, soldiers were pouring out of a
room in the left wing, and near the
edge of the garden five or six men had
a single man surounded. At a glance
I saw the latter to be Richelieu. He
had placed his back against a tree and
was fencing coolly. Even as I ran I
saw one of his assailants totter and
fall. I kept on without a sound,
readied the group, and ran a man
through before they perceived they
were attacked in the rear. They gave
back a pace.
"Come, monsieur,” I cried, "there will
be others here in a moment."
“Ah, gentlemen,” said Richelieu, sa
luting with his sword in careless dis
regard of the thrusts aimed at him,
"believe me, were there only yourselves
we should not think of leaving until
our argument had reached a conclu
sion, but as it is, I regret tlmt 'VO must
go." And then he added td rne, in ft
lower tone, "Retreat towards the
norseB. If we can reach them we are
safe.”
I I heard hurying feet from the direc
tion of the palace and did not doubt
that we should be overwhelmed un
less we reached the horses quickly.
Richelieu had disabled another of our
opponents, so that there were only
three, and these drew off and followed
us more warily. I saw others hasten
ing towards us under the trees, but
we had not far to go, and soon reached
the horses.
"Charge them!" I cried, for they were
Just out of sword reach.
Our nearest pursuers retreated before
us, and in the instant of time that fol
lowed we threw ourselves into the sad
dle. As we dashed out into the open
an overhanging branch caught my
companion's hat and tore it from his
head; leaving, his face fully exposed
in the bright moonlight.
“ 'T.is Richelieu!" cried one of the
men. With an oath. the duke
•matched a pistol from the holster and
fired. The man threw his arms above
his head and fell like a log. In a flash
we were out of the avenue and In the
city.
There was need of haste, for once
the regent should learn that Richelieu
had been in the garden, he would lose
no time In getting to the bastille tc
find out the truth. So we put spurs
to our horses and dashed on like the
wind, raising a veritable cannonade oi
echoes. In 10 minutes were were at
the Hotel do Richelieu, and throwing
our bridles to a lacquey, rushed up tin
stairs, tore off our masquerades, and
drew on our old suits, and over them
the suits of the two sentries.
"One moment," I said, as Richelieu
started out of the room; “we shall need
money, monsieur. Have you any?"
"Vou are right," cried the tlulte, and
he ran to a secretary, opened it, and
filled his pockets with pistoles. "Nov,
wo are ready. Come."
"The cement?” 1 asked. "Where a
it?”
“Here,” and Richelieu handed me
small package from the table. 1 placet
It carefully in a pocket of my own suit
"All right,” I cried, and we descended
the stairs in three bounds. Richeliet
led the way along the corridor dowi
which Jacques had taken his prisonei
two hours before. He paus d before ;
door and tried to open it. It was locket
on the inside.
"Who is there?” cried a voice.
"It is I, Richelieu; open quickly.’
Tile bolt was thrown and the duoi
opened. Inside'“were Jacques and tw«
other men, while Maison-Rouge was
pacing nervously up anil down.
"Ah, messieurs,” he cried, "I thought
you were never coming! It is neai
midnight."
"We have still 10 minutes," said
Richelieu, eooly, "but there is no time
to lose. Come," and he led the waj
towards the door. We picked up thi
muskets as we passed through the hall
end as the door opened we fell a pact
behind Maison-Rouge, and resuming
our character of simple sentries, fol
lowed him to the carriage.
"To the bastille!" cried the governor
end in a moment we were thundering
along the street.
"M. de Maison-Rouge," said Rich
elieu, in a low voice, "do not be as
tonished if you receive an early vlsii
from the regent.”
“From the regent? And why so?”
"My friend and I had the mlsfortuni
to encounter some of the regent'.1
guards this evening,” said the duke
calmly, "and I fear that I was recog
nized."
"The devil!" exclaimed Maison
Rouge. "Then all Is lost.”
"Not at all,” I said, quickly. "At 1!
o’clock we will be sent to the root tc
go on guard. We will regain out
rooms and remove all traces of oui
flight. You, monsieur, will go directlj
to bed, and should you be aroused, musi
consume as much time as possible ir
putting on your clothes. Even if th<
regent is right at our heels, that wil
give us at least 10 minutes, and It
minutes Is more than we shall need
I think when you show him that yot
have us safe, he will have little mor<
to say.”
"I trust so, at least," murmum
Malson-Rouge, "though I confess I d(
do not understand how you will ac
complish all this. Until tonight I has
thought the bastille Impregnable, bu
you seem to have found some mircul
ous way of leaving your cells and en
tering them again."
I smiled as I encountered his dazei
glance, but I judged it best to sa:
nothing more. A moment later wi
reached the prison, the gates of willed
opened to the governor's coach on tin
Instant. There was a short delay at th<
first drawbridge, when the sentry agaii
peered into the coach to see that al
was right. Then we were in the court
the carriage stopped and we sprani
out, just as midnight pealed from th<
tower.
"Lieutenant Perrault,” said the gov
ernor to a man who hastened toward u:
and saluted, "let Bastienand Drouet her'
take the next watch on the parapet
Tomorrow let them have a holiday ti
repay for this double duty."
“Very good, monsieur,” answered tin
lieutenant.
"You have nothing to report?" askei
the governor, sharply.
"Nothing, monsieur. Everything ha:
gone as usual.” I breathed a sigh o
relief. The prisoners in the chimney:
had not, then, been discovered.
"That is all, lieutenant," said th<
governor. "I am going to bed Imraed
lately. Awake me If there is need."
We.saluted and followed Perrault.
blessed the impenetrable darkness o:
the narrow court which rendered 1
Impossible to recognize friend o:
foe. and we walked in silence across
the drawbridge and up the winding
staircase.
"Montjoy," cried Perrault, opening
the door which led to the roof.
"St. Denis." two voices answered.
“Hurry up," cried Perrault. “It's dev
ilish cold up here.”
The two sentries appeared and de
scended the stairs. We emerged upor
the roof.
“You have my sympathy, comrades,’
said Perrault. and closed the door.
There was not a moment to lose. 1
ran to the nearest chimney, clambered
to the top and felt Inside. I found the
prisoner's head in an Instant. Catching
him by the shoulders, I dragged hiir
to the top and lowered him to Rlchallet
who awaited him below. The othei
prisoner was soon standing beside him
"Messieurs.” I said to them, "we have
returned, as you see, and I wish yot
to listen to me very carefully. There
remains only one thing for us to do
That is to silence you." I saw their
shudder. "It Is necessary only to de
cide how you are to be silenced. Ir
short, you must either engage to keej
silence or we shall bo obliged to silence
you once and for all. Which do yot
prefer, a hundred pistoles holes each 01
a blow of the poniard and a drop ovei
the parapet?” I loosened their gag;
as I Spoke.
"Monsieur," said one of them, “a too
could choose. I will take the pistoles
will not you, Bastien?"
“I, also,” answered his comrade, read
ily, “provided no one else knows ol
your escape, messieurs."
“No one knows of It. Every one
thought we were you. At the end o
the watch you will be relieved; yot
will go down. Tomorrow you will have
a holiday In which to spend your pis
toles. If anyone Interrogates you
swear that no one passed this way. Yot
will be quite safe."
“But you, messieurs?” asked Bastien
“We return to our cells and every
thing is as It was before. Do yot
agree?"
“We agree,” they cried with on<
voice, though by the way they lookec
at us It was plain they thought us fool;
to have returned.
"Very good. Now we will unbind yot
and you will go to the other side o:
the parapet. We will take off your uni
forms and leave them here with you;
muskets. After we have descended yot
will come and loosen the rope whicl
you will find secured there. Det it fall
as we wish to keep It. You under
stand?"
‘‘Yes, yes,” they cried. Rlcheliet
counted out 200 pistoles and placet
them by the muskets.
“Here is the money,” he said.
I untied the ropes and the two mei
retreated to the other side of the roof
In a moment I had knotted the piece:
of rope together, made one end secun
and dropped the other over.
“I will go first,” I said. "The knot:
may slip,” and before the duke eoul<
protest I was over the battlement,
let myself down hand over bond unti
I was opposite my window, hut I founs
the bars beyond my reach. By a su
preme effort I touched the wall witl
my foot and pushed myself outward
and as I swung in I grasped one of tin
bars and pulled rays if to the windov
ledge. I tied the c <1 I the rope P
the bars so that the duke could read
them without difficulty and then slip
ped into the cell. He followed a mo
ment Inter and the rope, was loosenei
from above and fell. I drew it in.
“You must get back to your cell a
once." I said and raised the slab in th>
floor, slid the ope below it back am
crawled aside for him to pass.
“But the window?” he asked. "I
they find a bar out they will know ev
erythlng.”
“Leave that to me,” i answered. “
will replace it.”
The duke wrung my hand arid drop
ped through the opening into the eel
below. I replaced the slabo. concealin;
the rope, for which we might hav
further need. Then I ran to the win
dow and forced the bar back into place
I opened the box of cement, moistenei
it was water from my can, and rapid?
tilled up the places where the old ce
ment had been broken away, rubbinf
my fingers over it until convinced tha
it was quite smooth. It was dryln)
rapidly and would soon set. I raise:
the slab again and placed the box witl
the remainder of the cement beneatl
It. I rubbed my hands on the floo
and then over the new cement, untl
I could see by the moonlight which fll
tered through the bars that it was dirt;
as the adamant which surrounded li
Satisfied that it could not be detectei
without close examination, I threw my
self exhausted upon the bench.
Scarcely had I done so when I hear:
a noise in the cell below. In an in
stunt I was at the loosened slab.
"What is it now?” I heard Riche
lieu ask, in a sleepy voice, of som
one who had evidently entered hi
cell. “Upon my word," he continued
“‘tis the regent! To what do I ow
the honor of this visit, monsieur?"
“You see ‘tis as I told your high
ness,’ cried the voice of Malson-Rougs
"The prisoners are safe, and assured!
will not leave their cells until I ge
an order permitting them to do so.
“You are playing with me. gentle
men!” thundered tlie regent, in a ter
1 rible voice. "Richelieu was recognize
not half an hour since in the garden
of the Palais Royal."
“Some mistake, I do not doubt,
said Richelieu, carelessly.
"A mistake, pardieu! Perhaps 1
1 was also a mistake that 1 met rn
daughter returning to her apartment
Do you deny that It was witli you sh
had a rendezvous?”
“Oh, M. le Regent, I deny nothing,
cried Richelieu, airily. "Why shoui
I? It Is so manifestly absurd. Yo
' say I was at the Palais Royal a fei
minutes since. You rush here with a
sxieed. You find me asleep in my cel
All the doors are bolted, all the draw
bridges raised, every Bcntry at id
1 post. 1 ask you, monsieur, If th
bastille is so easily left anil entered
1 Besides, monsieur could easily lnterro
i gate the sentries."
’ The regent caught at the suggestioi
‘ “Maison-Rouge," he said, "call tha
sentry in the corridor."
The man was called.
1 "Has any one passed since you hav
: been on duty?" asked the regent.
"No one but yourselves,’ monsieur.
1 “You are certain?"
"Perfectly certain, monsieur.”
1 “How long have you been on duty?
"Over three hours, monsieur.”
Here was a facer for the regent.
"Come," I heard him exclaim, sud
; denly, "perhaps the other has not re
turned. I do not doubt that it was h
1 who was with Richelieu.”
I was on my bench in an instant
The door opened, and I lifted my hea
as from a heavy sleep. I saw Maison
Rouge on the threshold carrying a Inn
tern, and back of him the regent,
was on my feet with a bound.
“It appears to me that your prison
ers sleep with suspicious soundness
Maison-Rouge,” said the regent, push
lng past him Into the room. H
glanced about it keenly, went to th
window and shook the bars, but found
nothing suspicious.
“How does it happen,” he asked,
“that the window here has only single
bars, while those of the floors below
have double ones?”
"Good God! what would ;mi have,
monsieur?" cried Maison-Rouge. “Sup
pose there were not bars at all, still to
escape the prisoner has a drop of 60
feet Into a court yard full of sentries,
with a wall 40 feet high to pass before
he is free. A man would need wings
to escape from here, monsieur.”
"1 am beginning to think so mysc >
muttered the regent. And then, turn
lug sharply, “So you have been here
all evening, Monsieur—I forget your
name?”
“Jean de Rrancas,” 1 said, bowing.
“So you have been here all evening,
have you, M. de Brancas?”
'It seems to me a useless question,"
I answered. “Monsieur forgets that I
have been in the zastille only since
yesterday afternoon.”
“What then?”
“To consider monsieur’s question se
riously would mean that he deemed it
possible for a man, in the short space
of six or eight hours, not only to
force his way out of this formidable
prison, but to force his way in again,
and to leave no trace of his passage
In either direction.”
"You are right,” and the regent bit
his lips. “Come, Maison-Rouge,” ho
added. let us go. 'ffour prisoners are
doubtless anxious to resume their
slumber,” and he smiled into my eyes
and turned away.
They left the cell, and I heard their
footsteps die away down the corridor.
A moment later Richelieu signalled me.
“They discovered nothing?" he asked,
as I answered the signal.
“Absolutely nothing."
“But how did you replace the bar In
the window?”
“That was what the cement was for.”
"De Brancas, you are a genius!”
exclaimed Rlohelleu. “But wo both
need sleep. Good night, my friend.”
"Good night," I answered, and lay
down again upon the bench. My eyes
closed in sheer exhaustion despite the
, cold, and I dreamed that I was again
walking in the Palais Royal gardens
with Louise Dacour at my side and
her warm little hand in mine,
upon the bench. My eyes closed in
shier exhaustion despite the cold,
and I dreamed that I was again walk
ing In the Palais ftoyal gardens with
Louise Dacour at my side and her
warm little hand in mine.
CHAPTER VIII.
AN AUDIENCE WITH THE RE
GENT
The sun was shining brightly through
the bars of my window when I opened
tny eyes. So soundly had I slept that
I had not heard the entry of the guard,
who had placed my breakfast on the
chair beside me. It consisted of a
pound of bread, which I learned after
wards was the dally allowance for each
prisoner In the bastile, and a plate of
haricot, in which bones and turnips
were most conspicuous, and which I
judged to consist of the remains of the
1 dinner of the previous day. A can ot
water completed the repast, and I ate
1 without grumbling. Not knowing that
1 the bread was to last me the entire day,
I ate it all. Then I sat down to think
1 over the adventures of the night before,
! but I saw only the sweet face of Louise
Dacour, and my heart trembled as I
| thought of the abyss I needs must span
1 ere I could stand beside her, an equal
in rank and fortune. Yet a stout
1 heart might accomplish even that.
A tapping on the floor brought me
' back to earth, and I heard Richelieu's
voice calling me.
"De Braneas,” he cried, “do Brancas,
tell rue that it was not all a dream.”
"A dream,” I answered; “then I, too,
I have dreamed, monsieur,"
“And we really did escape? We were
at the dryad fountain?"
' "If you could see my hands, mon
1 sieur, you would not doubt it," and I
looked at them myself with tender
solicitude, for they were abraded and
blistered in many places.
"Ah, yes," cried Richelieu, "It was
you who devised that plan,—who did
the work. It was a masterpiece, Jean.
I shall always remember It."
I And he fell silent for a moment.
, "You saw her, did you not, Jean?" he
’ asked, suddenly.
“Yes. 1 saw her.”
“Her eyes?”
i “Yes."
"And are they not the most beautiful
in the kingdom?"
, "I am glad you think so, monsieur,"
’ I said.
; "As for me, I have found two others
i which content me admirably."
i "Two others?” he questioned, In an
i astonished voice. "But to whom do
- they belong?”
1 "To Mile. Dacour," I answ'ercd slm
. ply.
. “Oh, my poor friend!” exclaimed
Richelieu, and I heard him laughing.
I "Is your heart also in the toils? In
faith, you have my sympathy. But
come, the affair Is not altogether hope
1 less. What do you know of Mile. Da
. cour?"
“Nothing, absolutely nothing, but
that she Is beautiful and smiles divlne
5 ly” I cried. "Ah, tell me all you
i know!” and I hung upon every word.
J (Continued Next Week.)
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The expression occurs so many times in letters from
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A small applicant for Christmas
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"Yes, but what is he?”
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"Yes, yes, but what does he do?
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"O-o-w!” exclaims the small appli
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swers.
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Constipation
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