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The voice began to ain

"Mercy, sire! I swear to you that 'twas Monsieur the Cardinal d'Angers and not I, as guilty of treason"

"The"Continue, Olivier" Olivier continued,-"To a joiner forfras, twenty livres, two sols parisis"

The voice also continued

"Alas, sire! will you not listen to me? I protest to you that 'twas not I rote the neur do Guyenne, but Monsieur le Cardinal Balue"

"The joiner is dear," quoth the king "Is that all?"

"No, sire To a glazier, for the s of the said chaht deniers parisis"

"Have oods to es, my plate to Monsieur de Torcy, overnor of the Roussillon? I ae for fourteen years Have mercy, sire! You will find your reward in heaven"

"Master Olivier," said the king, "the total?"

"Three hundred sixty-seven livres, eight sols, three deniers parisis

"Notre-Dae!"

He tore the book fro it hie alternately Meanwhile, the prisoner could be heard sobbing This was lugubrious in the darkness, and their faces turned pale as they looked at each other

"Fourteen years, sire! Fourteen years now! since the month of April, 1469 In the na all this time you have enjoyed the heat of the sun Shall I, frail creature, never more behold the day? Mercy, sire! Be pitiful! Clemency is a fine, royal virtue, which turns aside the currents of wrath Does your reat cause of content for a king never to have left any offence unpunished? Besides, sire, I did not betray your ers; and I have on reat ball of iron at the end, much heavier than it should be in reason Eh! sire! Have pity onback his head, "I observe that they charge shead for plaster, while it is worth but twelve You will refer back this account"

He turned his back on the cage, and set out to leave the room The miserable prisoner divined fro was taking his departure