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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 I ring for your Excellency’s
servants and have the noise stopped?"
Grotesquely he bowed, the while watch
ing like an animal studying its 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 if calling the
Governor’s attention to the sounds ol
demolition; the abrupt breaking ol
glass! Patter! Patter! Merry little
bullets, presents from the people, your
Excellency! Metayage, your High
ness!”
Still the other said no word; a tig
tire, so motionless and white, it
seemed but a wraith pausing at the
side of its own “narrow' house.” A
louder clamor without; a more vivid
brightness of the red, yellow and
purple hues, like a sudden wealth ol
strange flowers strewn on the marble
floor, and again Sanchez laughed.
“Too bad! But 'tls I who must
pay first! Who owe so much! Has
your Excellency his strong box with
him? Ah, he leans on It! Such a
fine one, all of marble! Not easily
broken into—or out of! Eh, your Ex
cellency?” Swinging back something
bright. “Full payment, this time!
Not coppers, or round bits of lead, bul
steel, beautiful steel!”
.Held to the spot by the abrupt ter
tot and fascination of the scene, th«
"H«re Is Something That Belonged
to Your Father.”
Governor's daughter had made ac
sound, fearful of hastening the inevi
table; but at the moment the man,
with a last taunting word, launched
forward, a cry, half articulate, burs!
from her lips. It was drowned by an
other voice, loud and commanding,
which rang out from the entrance to
the church.
“Sanchez!”
Perhaps the call disconcerted him;
robbed the old servant’s eye of its cer
titude; his arm of its sureness, for the
blow aimed at his Excellency the Int
ter was enabled to evade. At tli«
same time, as with singular agility hr
moved aside to save himself, the hand
the Governor had been holding to his
breast, shot out like an adder, it
struck viciously; stung deep—full In
the side of his tormentor.
“That for your metayage!”
But a momentary expression of sat
isfaction was, however, permitted his
Excellency; the petty tragedy became
overshadowed by the greater!
"The Bastile! Our Bastile!”
And again a shower of bullets, di
rected in hatred, fell upon the church,
because its windows were priceless;
shone with-' saints of inestimable
value! In the chapel, an aumbry and
a piscina were struck; around the
Governor, glass began to clatter and
break Into bits on the pavement, when
suddenly he wavered; hi3 hand sought
his heart, then felt for and clung to
the monument, as If abruptly seek
ing support. \
"Why did you do it, Seigneur?” As
my lady, exclaiming wildly, ran to her
father, Sanchez, from where he lay,
looked up to his master.
“Call out, I mean? Not that it mat
ters much now!” His implacable
glance, swerving to the Governor,
lighted with satisfaction. “The people
have paid. And ’twas I—showed them
the way!”
“It was you, then—who broke faith
in the negotiations for the exchange
of prisoners?"
A smile came to the face of the old
F«’v: n\ “I had to,” he said simply,
“i al-ue am to blame. No one knew-;
except, perhaps, the poet, who may
have surmised! It was treachery for
treachery!” with sudden fierceness.
“You could not have done it, nor your
father, nor any of the seigneurs be
fore him!” The young man seemed
scarcely to hear; his glance had again
sought my lady. “But I am only a
servant—and in totaling with a viper I
used its own tricks! Did you think 1
had forgotten those stripes? Or the
blow he gave your father—in the
back?” A moment Sanchez’ hand
fumbled at his coat; drew out a bag
of oilskiii. “Here is something that
belonged to your father. I took It
from his breast the day he died, think
ing some time—I can’t tell what—only
it contains a letter from the former
lady oft he Mount! When my master
got It. be told s>> to pack a tew be
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Sanchez’ voice broke off; again he
strove to speak; could not; put cut
his hand. Mechanically the Black
Seigneur’s closed on that of the old
servant; even as it did so, the latter’s
fingers clutched suddenly; ceased to
move. In the church now all was
silent, but without arose discordant
i sounds, cries, harsh and Vengeful, for
the Governor!
Starting, the Black Seigneur gazed
about, toward him they were clamor
ing for, now lying still, at the base of
the monument. Then releasing the
fingers, that seemed yet to hold him,
the young man sprang forward, as my
lady threw herself wildly, protcctfng
ly, over her father. At that touch, the
Governor's eyes op,ued; met hers;
the Black Seigneur's!
Nearer the door, now rang the
shouts. His Excellency seemed to
listen; to realize what they meant;
to him—his daughter—
"The Governor! The Governor!"
“Tremblez tyrans! Trembles!”
An ironical flash lit up, for an In
stant, the dying eyes. lie, soon, would
be beyond reach of these dogs—ca
naille! But she? His gaze again
rested on the Black B-signeur; in that
tense, fleeting second, seemed reading
his very soul! *
“Et la belle comtesse, sa fllle!” cried
the menacing voices.
A tremor crossed the Governor’s
face; his pale lips moved. “Forget!
Save her!" An instant his eye3 lin
gered persistently on ths young man;
then passed to his daughter; as they
did so, slowly the light, more human
md appealing than any that had ever
shone there before, went out of them.
My lady’s fair head dropped tintil it
lay on her father’s breast; uncon
scious, she seemed yet to shield him
with figure Inert. But only fer a mo
ment!
“Et la belle comtesse!”
Stooping, the Black Seigneur
snatched the slender form to his
breast; ran back to ihe altar. There,
looking around him, as one who mado
himself familiar with the place, his
glance apparently found what it sought
—a small stairway, entrance to the
crypt. At the same time Le started
to descend, the people swept into the
church.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
On the SaVds.
A man, bearing ia his arms the mo
tionless form of a woman, paused later
that night In the shadow of a low
stone hovel, near the lo..er gate of
the Mount. As he crouched beneath
the thatch projecting like the rim of
an old hat above him his eyes, eager,
fierce, studied the distance l.e had yet
to traverse from the end of the nar
row alley, where he had stepped, to
the open entrance at the base of the
rock to the sands. The goal was not
ar; bat a few moments wou*d have
sufficed to reach it; only between him
and the pcint he had so leug been
striving to attain, an obstacle, or group
of obstacles, intervened. Before a
bonfire of wreckage of stuff—furniture
ana household goods—several ragged,
dissolute fellows sat with bottles be
fore them, drinking hard and quarrel
ing the while over a number of glitter
ing gems, gold snuffboxes and trinkets
)f all kinds.
“This bit of Ivory for the white
stone!”
“Add the brooch!”
“Not I! Look at the picture! Her
ladyship, perhaps!”
“They have not found her?”
“No; for all the searching! But she
is somewhere; can’t have escaped
from the Mount. And when the drabs
and trulls lay hands on her!”
“Ay, when!” casting the dice.
The man, peering from the alley,
hesitated no longer; behind sounded
the footsteps of others, and gather
ing his burden more firmly, he strode
boldly forth toward the group and the
cate. At his approach, their talk—
.a Jargon of "thieves’ Latin” that
■macked more of the cabarets of Paris
than those of the coast—momentarily
ceased; beneath lowering brows, they
stared hard.
“What have you there, comrade?”
said one.
“Look and see!” answered the man
in a rough tone.
“Poor booty! A woman!’quoted an
other with a harsh laugh. “You’re
easily pleased. As if wenches were
not plentiful enough on other occa
1 slons, without wasting time on a night
like this, when diamonds and gold are
to be had for the searching!”
“And silver plates and watches and
rare liquors!” cried a third in knaves’
argot. “Every one, however, to his
taste; An you prefer a light-of-love
to light such as these have,” juggling
with the gems, “you but stamp your
self a fool.”
“You’re welcome to your opinion,
my friend!” The man with the bur
den spoke bruskly. “Good night!”
“Stay; why such haste? You seem
not a bad fellow. Set the wench down.
We’ll have sight of her, and, perhaps,"
with coarse expletives, “if she’s a
pretty face, and a taste for this fiery
liquor the old monks laid down, we’ll
find a gewgaw or two to her liking!”
But the man made no answer; was
Th© Black Seigneur Gazed Only
Ahead.
-’oout to pass on, when the speaker
noticed for the first time the woman’s
hand, white red trial!, liarg'ng limply
"What’c this? More jewels?” His ex
clamation was caught up by the oth
ers. “Not so fast, comrade'.' This
">ats a different face to the matter.
down the booty, and,” springing
to h,a. feat, “veil see what :t’a worth."
. “I’ll act step’”,.The man looked at
J
ts
him stcicily. "On the Mount is, or
should he, plenty for all! Go seek
for yourself!”
“Pardi!” softly. "Here’s one dares
speak his mind!
“I speak plainly,” in a tone of au
thority, “and you -would do well to
heed!"
“Perhaps,” interposing. “What say
you, comrades?”
Evil smiles illumined evil faces;
they, who had Just been on the point
of blows among themselves, now re
garded one another with common un
derstanding. One weighed tentatively
that delicate weapon, a spontoon; a
second stroked his halberd, as liking
to feel the smoothness of the shaft,
while a third reached for a gleaming
"Folard’s Partlzan." And in the glare
of the fire every implement showed
sign it had been used that night. The
point of the spontoon was as steel
crusted o’er; the ax of the halberd
might have come from a boucherie;
the blade of the “Partlzan” resembled
a great leaf at autumn-time. This last
wavered perilously near the uncon
scious burden; had the man made a
movement to resist, would have
struck; but the black eyes, only,
combated—held the blood-shot ono3.
Though not for long; again the weap
on seemed about to dart forth; the
man about to hurl himself and his bur
den desperately aside, when, Trom
above, came the sound of hoarse
laughter and singing, and simuliane
otisly a number of peasants, Cretans
by their dress, burst into view.
“Kb, cockatoo, what now!”
Many or those ncw-comers were
hurt; few free from cuts; but nonej
thought of stanching th-eir wcunrin.
Their principal concern seemed for
articles they carried—heavy, light;
valuable, paury—spoils from the high!
Two staggered beneath a gi\.at chsst
stamped with the arms of the Mount
and its motto, and appeared anxious 10
hurry—perchance toward the forest
on the snore where they might bury ’
their treasure. Others had in their
arms Imposing pieces of silver; VEs'm
and a massive surtout de table that
had once belonged to the Cardinal Du
bois. A woman, gaunt, toothless, wore
a voluminous bonnet a l’Argus, left at
the Mount by one of the ladies of the
court; and waved before her a fan,
set with jewels. She it was who called
out:
“Eh, cockatoo!” shrilly. “Who would
you be killing?"
“A selfish fellow that refuses to
■hare!” answered be of the halberd,
as If little pleased at the interruption.
"Refuses to share, does he?” she
repeated, and, swaggering down,
peered forward; only to start back.
“The Black Seigneur!"
“The Black Seigneur!”
Those who accompanied her—a
rough rabble from field and forest—
gazed, not without surprise, or uncouth
admiration, at one whose name and
fame were well known on that north
ern coast; but these evidences of
rough approval were not shared by the
alien rogues. On my lady’s finger the
gem sparkled; held their eyes like a
lure. Black Seigneur, or not, they ,
muttered sullenly, what knew they of
ner he had with him; whose hand was
hot that of cinder-wench or scullery,
maid? Let them look at her face!
She might be a great lady—she might
be the Governor’s daughter herself!
"The Governor's daughter!" All,
aMh^ «»nght at the awed. __J
“3Ln<I IT she . ere!" .the
Black Seigneur confronted tie m.
While, hesitating, they sought for a
reply, quickly he went ox Who had
a better right to her? The Black
Seigneur! The Lady H'1^! Harshly
he laughed. Was it not fair spoil? His
Excellency’s enemy; his Excellency’s
daughter. Did they think treasure
sweeter than revenge? Let them try
to rcb him of it! As for the ring?
Contemptuously he took it from my
lady's hand; threw it among them.
A few scrambled, others were still
for finishing the tragedy then. The
people versus the lords and their
spawn. “Kill at once!” the injunc
tion had gene forth from Paris. t
As he spoke, one of the fiercest put
out his hand; touched my lady, when
the fingers of the Black Seigneur
gripped hard his throat; hurled him
so violently back, he lay still. Com
panions sprang to his aid; certain of
the peasants interfered.
“Let him alone!”
“He speaks fair!”
“Bah! Tonight all are equal.”
“Your Black Seigneur is no hotter
than others!”
“You lie!” In a high tone the wom
an with the great lady’s hat broke in.
“At them, my chickens! Beat well
these Paris rogues, who come only for
the picking!”
“Yes; beat them well!”
But the runagates of the great city
were not of a kind to submit lightly;
curses and blows were exchanged;
knives gleamed and swords flashed.
Amid a fesre c? confusion, the causa
cf it stayed r.ot to witness the out
come; running down the sloping way,
soon found himself on the sands; then
keeping to the shadows, passed around
the corner of the wall.
Here, for the time concealed was
he .safe- uone followed, and, Jeaning
Clear Creek Items
Warren Edson was hauling alfalfa
from Guy Richmond's Friday.
Mrs. Frank Potter, who has been
ailing for some time, underwent an
operatoon last week.
Mr. and Mrs. Ed Bishop are rejoic
ing over the arrival of a new baby
girl at their home. This is t.ie second
daughter to bless this household.
A dance was given at Will Corey’s
Saturday evening.
Loren Hayden purchased a horse
and buggy at Virgil Weller's sale last
week.
Misses Grace and Maude Adams
spent Sunday afternoon at the home
of Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Zahn.
Miss Ruth Van Dyke visited with
Miss Katie Smith over Sunday.
Mrs. Sam Hammond has been very
sick for the past two weeks, but is
reported better at this writing.
Mrs. Fielding returned Monday to
her home at Tecumseh, Nebr.
Miss Lena and Fred Zwink visited
Sunday at the home of Mr. and Mrs.
Adam Zahn.
Clarence Fielding spent Sunday at
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Winfield
Haddix.
Miss Ruth Van Dyke spent Mon
day afternoon at the home of Mr.
and Mrs. Geo. Zahn.
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