VAYENNE.

Oamaru Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 10242, 3 September 1909, Page 6

VAYENNE.

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By Percy Brebner (Christian I*ys), Author of "Princess Maritza."

(Continued.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. [Roger Herrick, an Englishman visiting Vayenne, finds excitement regarding the succession to the Duchy of Vayenne, which lies between a soldier Count and the "scholar of Passey. Herrick is informed by a dwarf of a flot to kill the scholar as he rides from 'assey with Christine de Liancourt, the pretty descendant of the late Duke, and Lemaslo, a captain, and at onco rides off to warn them. The escort is attacked, and the Duke wounded, but Herrick lifts him onto his horse and rides into a wood, where both are captured by forest thieves. Herrick is tied to a tree and the Duke taken away. Lemaslo and Christine find and release him, and Herrick then rides madly to Vayenne to expose the Count's treachery and raise a rescue party. Meanwhile the Count declares bis rival dead. Herrick reaches the city and learns from Father Bertrand, a powerful priest, that he (Herrick) is the real heir to the Duchy through his grandmother Herrick successfully claims the throne at the coronation ceremony of the Count. Father Bertrand finds Herrick too strong a man for his purposes and intrigues with Christine and othera for Herrick's overthrow. A foreign Power threatens Vayenne, and Herrick leads his troops to the frontier. Jean, a dwarf, learns of treachery in the city against Herrick.]

CHAPTER XXV. The Crypt of St. Etienne.

Daring many generations of men the spire of St. Etienne, like a silent witness day and night, had pointed upward to the great beyond, to the immeasurable depths of stars, away from this world of struggle, passion,- and human desire. Men bad fought, schemed, died, and been forgotten since the rising sun first turned its fame to golden fire; yet still it silently showed the small worth of earthly matters and the limitless possibilities of the future. Jean had understood the message ever since the first night he had crept into the great church to sleep. And through the fleeting hours day and night the carillon had rung out its happy, irresponsible music, now a laughing cadence which echoed in the night air, now a low whisper like the inspiration of a child's prayer._ There was a wail of sadness in its music sometimes, but ever was it suddenly turned into a little burst of gladness. There might be pain in the city, care, and toil,_ and breaking hearts; but only for a tune, laughed the music night and day, and Time is a little thing, and passes as a dream. The sound had floated into many a sick-room, an angel's whisper to many a wearied soul. Jean had understood the message of the carillon ever since he had walked in this beautiful House of God. The last evening prayer had been ■aid long since, the great west doors were shut, the great church was silent and empty. Darkness was in its vaulted roof, darkness about its forest of .pillars, darkness along its aisles. There was no moon to-night to send a delicate finger of light through the painted windows, or to touch with mystery the great rose jewel high in the transept; only one dim mystic flame floated before an altar, as through a spirit hover--ed there keeping watch through the silent hours. Yet Jean might have seen visions to-night, thin shapes near the tombs of the Dukes of Montvilliers and by the stone effigies, might have heard voices out of the silence.

Listen! Nothing. Only a chair which slips, being insecurely set against another, or perhaps a bird fluttering in roof. All is silent, silent as the grave. Listen! That is not a chair, bird's fluttering wings give no such sound as that. That is the stealthy lifting of a heavy latch, a sharp and certain sound, for the silence after it seems so dead; and that surely is the rough grating of & slowly opened door somewhere in the north aisle, a small door, and one not often used, for the hinges are rusty. Then comes a long pause, one of fear it may be at finding the great church in darkness, or is it one of caution, of keen listening to make certain that no one is about ? "Empty I" The word is spoken in a whisper, but it sounds clearly in the silence. • The rusty hinges grate again, and then there are footfalls on the stone flags, steps that endeavor to tread softly and only partially succeed. "Quite empty!" comes the whisper again. "No need for a light. Touch me, so; keep close. I will lead the way."

The door closes again, and the heavy latch stealthily falls into its place. One, two, three, fonr—how many footsteps are there, clearly heard although they go on tiptoe? Then a sharp ringing sound that seems to strike upward through the darkness to the very roof. The end of a scabbard unwittingly let fall upon the stone floor! Silence for a moment, then again the careful opening of a door, but no rusty hinges this time.

"Twenty-four steps!" says a low Toice, "and we mav find a lantern below.*'

"They will be slow hours to morning-," comes the answer.

"Bat wc are in time. Here, close io the right, arc the west doors. They will enter that way." Then steps descending—one, two, three, _ fonr, and they grow confused ; it is impossible to count them. Another pause, then again the closing of a door, so quietly that the sound might pass for fancy. Then comes the faint music of the carillon'laughing in the night. Time passes, and the schemes of men succeed or come to naught, and new life stirs upon the earth, and Death touches all in turn. Time passeth into eternity, laughs the music. The voice of the carillon floated at intervals into Christine's chamber, but for her there was little laughter in ft. It brought sadness, and regret, and uncertainty to her sleepless hours. She bad made her decision, and one side of her nature applauded her; but there was another side which shrank away from it, and whispered warnings. How many in the world before her had mistaken the false for the true, had found disaster where they had hoped to lay hold upon salvation? Christine knew Felix, but did she really understand Roger Herrick? Hcrrick passed in and oai of her waking dreams, tormenting her. She dreaded the coming day and what sh.2 was to do in it. Love at this eleventh hour took forcible possession of her. "Was there anything in life worth setting in opposition to it? No, a thousand times no, came the answer, and then again a strong purpose urged: "Yes; your country." They are not the only martyrs who die for their convictions; some there are who live, having bartered all they hold most dear. So for Christine the hours crept all too quickly towards the new day. Out of the darkness the towers and battlements of the castle began to take grey shape in the early glimmer of the dawn. Even in the crypt of St. Etienne black nothingness began to take ghostly form, ay, and vibrate with movement too.

All night the waters of the river had Is£P*.tl about the piers of the old stone bridge, and no light showed from the doted gateway of the city. Men slept secure within while the sentry paced above, and nerer a sound across the river alarmed him. Stars for a while were quiveringly reflected in the running water, but the sentry could distinguish no moving shadows on the opposite bank; and when the dawn came there was no sign of threatening, danger. The city was shut up, few went m or out; the entry did not expect to see anyone come slowly over the bridge in these early hours; and beyond, the woods were empty and silent, prowinc slowly out of the night, just as he bad seen them do many a time before. So he paced his round, waiting for the relief, and men began to stir in the guard-room below. In a narrow street not far from the. cfty gate was a low little tavern of somewhat evil repute. It dozed in the morning hours, stale and half conscious m» a man who has drunk heavily over|flgßfcl"A sleepy youth might unbar its ssn*&i&-&ou£h, but they might as —.bokil izaaoJ »_

well have remained shut, for scarce a man passed in before noon, and few until night had fallen. It was after dark that it awoke to life and was nllcd with drinkers loud in quarrel and coarse oaths. Its frequenters had stumbled and cursed their way homeward last night, and the landlord, no better than his guests, had fallen quickly into his drunken sleep. The narrow street had become quiet, and had remained so for some hours. But a little before dawn there were creeping shadows in it, which stole into door ways and alleys, and Waited. About the time that relief came to the sentry over the gate the bars of the tavern door were unfastened, and immediately j the sleepy youth' was surrounded by men threatening his life if he uttered la sound. His worthless existence was valuable lo him, and he remained silent. So was it with the landlord, who was too muddled rightly to understand what had happened to him. "See that no one enters," said the leader. "This retreat will hide us for an hour or two until it is time to strike. There is a wedding to-day, at what hour does it take place? ho asked, turning to the youth. "Early, before noon," was the answer. , ~ , , The man nodded, and was satisned, and gave instructions to one of his companions that when they left the tavern presently, he was to remain and shoot anvone in the house who attempted to escape or utter a sound which might betray them. Vayenne woke for its sleep early today. There would be crowds in the streets by the castle and St. Etienne, and those who came late would see little. Quite early little groups began to take their way to the upper part of the city. Few besides the sick and tho infirm remained in the neighborhood of the gate, and the narrow street in which the low tavern stood was soon deserted. There were not many soldiers in the guard-rooms at the gate. All who could be spared had gone on duty near the castle and the great church; and most of them could be spared. There was no danger outside the city, and if danger should come, was not the gate strong enough to be easily defended until help could be obtained? The Captain of the Guard had no misgivings, and his men grumbled that it had fallen to their lot to stay there where there was nothing to do. The captain was a young man, new to his dignity, and proud of it, or rather of himself. Perhaps never had quite so worthy a man worn the uniform so fittingly, he argued. He sat in the lower chamber of one of the towers, and seemed lost in admiration of the shapelr leg he stretched out, tightly clothed and well booted and spurred. Through the open door was a glimpse of the cobbled apace before the gate and the street which led down to it; and outside the door a sentry paced, passing it at regular intervals. The captain looked up as he passed; tae presence of the sentry pleasingly emphasised the dignity of his own position, and he wondered what further reward he should attain to when this newDuke and Duchess were firmly seated on the throne. It would be strange indeed if he could hot find means to force himself upon their notice, and his own advancement was their chief utility so far as he was concerned. "A good man, if he has wisdom in him, must always rise like a cork to the top of the water," he mused. Then he started hastily to his feet. There was the dull thud of a heavy blow, the beginning of a groan which was immediately smothered, and as the captain rushed to the door men met him on the threshold, and forced him back.

"A sound means death!" one man said hoarsely. "If you are wise you will keep what bravery you have for a better cause." "Pierre Briant!" exclaimed the prisoner. "The same—a captain in the forces of Duke Roger. The gate is ours, the city will be ours presently. Up, men, see that none escape or give the alarm, but treat them kindly if they will let you." The self-satisfied young officer sank~ back into his chair with a groan. "Hearten up, man," said Briant. "You have failed in a bad cause, you may live to succeed in a good one. You're over-young to be a captain." The man was quiet for a moment, and then he sprang from his chair. "Don't be a fooll" said Pierre Briant, and the young captain shrank back from the gleaming revolver bar- i rel. I

The capture was accomplished in silence and without bloodshed; even the sentry over the gate had been seized and gagged before he had time to ntter a cry. He had heard men asI cending the winding stairs, but had only thought of the relief coming earlier than ho had expected. The soldiers of the guard were gathered together in one room with their captain, and Briant explained the situation, after disarming them. "My men have orders to fire upon the first who cries out or tries to escape," he said. "They are all men fresh from fighting on the frontier, where they have learnt to obey orders without question." So Pierre Briant carried out the instructions which Herricfc had given him a few hours since in the house by the wall. The gate had been secured silently, and a messenger was sent across the bridge to the woods, where Lemasle lay with a strong force. "Tell him the gate is ours and the wedding is before noon," said Briant. Lemasle and many of his men had entered the city, and crowded into the guard-rooms at the gate, or stood close in side streets so as not to attract the

attention of anyone who might be loitering in the neighborhood, when a carriage came down the street and towards the gate. It was stopped by the sentries placed there by Lemasle. The Countess Elisabeth, who was the only occupant, produced an order permitting her to leave Vayenne. It was signed by Cbristino de Liancourt and Count Felix.

"Madame, you cannot pass." "But there is the order."

Lemasle came forward, and looked at the paper/ "Only the Duke's signature is of any value, madame." "But Count Felix has "

"I speak of Duke Roger, madame," said Lemasle, "and he has given orderjs that none shall pass out of the gates to-day." "But Duke Roger——" "Is in Vayenne," said the captain. A sharp exclamation burst from her lips, and then the Countess was thoughtful for a moment. As she leaned forward to give a direction to the coachman, Lemaslo interrupted her.

"Pardon, madame, but I must detain you. It is not yet generally known that the Duke has entered the city, and secrecy is still necessary. You shall be made as comfortable as passible in one of the guard-rooms here until we know the Duke's will."

The carnage was drawn into a side street, the coachman and footman were warned and added to the prisoners in the lower guard-room ; while the Countess was shut in a little room in the tower of the gateway. She was powerI less to help Felix any more. | Long before noon the streets about the castle and St. Etienne were crowded. Even .with the soldiers at the castle there were not very many in the city, and in some places the crowd grew disorderly. Ugly little rushes were made for more commanding positions, or out of pure wantonness; little control could be exercised, and the Count's carriage had threaded its way to the great west doors of St. Etienne with difficulty. A few cheers had greeted him as he passed, but the crowd seemed chiefly enthusiastic about its own pleasure.

The great church was full. Lights burned upon and before the high altar. Music, now tremulous, now deeply thundering, rolled along _ the aisles. Priests and choir waited in the chancel, and alone, a striking figure, stood Father Bertrand.

In the porch by the great doors stood Felix, waiting for the new Duchess, his bride. Ceremonial demanded that he should meet her there, that together they should pass to the altar. Near him stood do Bornais, and one or two others of importance in Vayenne. It was plain that both the Count and de Bornais were ill at ease. Christine was long in coming, and they fretted at the delay.

Behind them was a small, fast-shut door. Perhaps nsitb.eE of them knew

that it opened, upon the steps leading down to the crjpt. ■> . . ... .. Lucille sat opposite to Christine in the carriage, which its way through the crowd. The_ shouting now was loud enough, for, the people of Mgh and low, had. libravs loved Christine de Liancourt. Very -beautiful she looked, but very pale, and never a smile played about her lips as she bowed to this side and to that. -It was no happy bride who slowly passed on to St. Etienne. -:- "She is coming," whispered Felix. Father Bertrand moved slowly towards the altar, the music crashed out,, and the cheers from without rose louder and louder, sounding even to i the crypt below. . The carriage with its guard, cnieny do Bornais' men, halted, and as Christine descended Felix went forward to meet her, foliowed by those who had stood beside him. For a moment the porch was empty, and then the crypt door burst open. A strange figure in scarlet and green rushed: out, a dozen men following close behind him. "Long live tbe Duke I" he cried. Felix turned sharply, and Christine looked up to meet the steady eyes of Roger Herrick. There was the sharp ring of steel. The men behind him stood with drawn swords in their hands_ "So we return to find treason," said Herrick. "Mademoiselle, you are my prisoner, and will return to the castle. Arrest Count Felix and de Bornais." And then raising his voice he cried: "Let him who dares dispute the will of the Duke!"

(To be continued.)