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    40 " BEADSHAW THE BETRAYER.

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    .+. " Oh Doricles ! Your Praises Are Too...

    " Twenty days , Monsieur , " replied Brother Ambroise . " Twenty days , during which we have journeyed upon foot , and entirely

    depended upon the alms of the charitably disposed . " This was a broad hint ; but I determined not to observe it .

    " Twenty days is a long time , " said I . " You must have visited a great many towns , and seen a great many churches , in the course

    of your journey . " "Oh , a great many—thanks to the holy saints ! a great many , "

    replied the Capuchins , wagging their heads together , as before . " You have been to Amiens , of course ? '"'

    They looked at each other , and hesitated . " Ye—yes , we have been to Amiens" said brother Ambroise

    , , with another glance at the clock . " And we are on our way to—to—"

    " Boulogne , " interposed his companion , promptly . " Exactly so , Brother Paul . To Boulogne—Ah ! les void I "

    His quick ear had caught the echo of approaching footsteps , and there , sure enough , came the verger , picking his steps up the centre

    aisle , followed by a slim young gentleman , with fair hair , blue glasses , a note-book , and an umbrella _.

    The former carried a huge bunch of keys , and proceeded pompously to unlock the treasury door : the latter , who had been the

    cause of the delay , began murmuring a torrent of explanations and apologies , to 'which nobody listened . The chimes jangled another

    quarter—the last bolt was drawn—and in another moment we found ourselves standing in the midst of a large , ill-lighted apartment

    surrounded by presses and glass cases , and decorated with a huge , black crucifix at the farther end .

    " Messieurs—reverend pilgrims , " croaked the raven , unlocking press number one , and beginning with a bow to his audience ;

    " you here see the breviary used by his Majesty King Charles , X . when he visited our Cathedral in the year 1827 , and the cushion

    pressed by his Majesty ' s royal knees . Also an embroidered glove worn by his Majesty during the serviceand found near his Majesty ' s

    , chair , after his Majesty and his Majesty ' s royal suite had left the church . "

    " Up—p—ppn my word , that ' s very curious ! " ejaculated the slim tourist , who had an impediment in his speechand was alread

    , y at work upon the note-book . "I must p—p—put that down . What year did you say—1527 ? "

    But the raven jingled his keys with dignified indifference , and stalked on to press number two : whereupon 1527 went down as the

    date of an interesting historical anecdote of the middle ages . " You now behold" continued hewith a wave of the hand " the

    sented reliquary to us of in St . the Celestine , 1630 de Cressy bMonsei . , This valuable le Cardinal shrine Richelieu was , pre- . year , y gneur

    It is of silver gilt , enriched with precious stones ; and measures on ©

    40 " Beadshaw The Betrayer.

    40 " BEADSHAW THE BETRAYER .

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1858, page 40, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031858/page/40/