, 1877-11-04

hell, from all to nothing. in 4 breath. And all
the more If he has put his head into tn: Aaltc1
for it; il he MaY be hanged Tomorrow ior thaf
same purse, 80 dearly earned, so 1ooishly dr-
parted! Ntlion stood and cursed; he threw the
two whites into the street; fic shook his fist at
heaven, he stamped, aud was not hoFrlfled to
find himself trampling the Door corpse. Then
hr began rapidly to retrace his step towards the
house beside the cemetery. lie had forgotten all
fear Of the patrol, which was long gone By atany
rate aud had no idea but that OF bis lost purse.
It WIS In vain that he looked right ana !ett
upon tho snow: nothing was to be seen: ne
had not dropped it in the streets. Had it
fallen In the housea He would have liked dear
IL to 20 in and see but the idea Of the srisly
occupant unnamed him. And he saw besides.
Us he drew uear that their efforts to put out the
fire had been unsuccessful; on Ihe contrary II
lind broken into blaze, anu cnaugc1ul ifght
played in the chlnl1s ol door anu window, anu
revived bis terror for the authorities and Paris
gibbet.
He returned to the hotel with the porch,
and croped about upon the snow for the money
he haG thrown away in his childish passion;
But he could only find one white; the OTTER f1ad
probably struck sideways and sunk deeply IN.
With single white in Ills pocket all his projects
tor rouzittS. night in soms wild tavern vanished
utterly away. And it was not only pleasure
that fed laughing from nls grasp: positive d1s,
comfort, positive pain attacked him as l'c stoou
ruefulIy before the porch. His pcrsptratton aad
''>AN A'0''
fallen, binding frost was setting in stronger
with every hou! and hc felt henumbcd and sick
at heart. What was to be douc! Late US was
the hour, improbable as was success, he would
try the house OF his adopted father, the Chap
lair OF St. Denoit-
lie ran there all the way, and knocked timidl y;
There was no answer. Tic Knocked again and
again, taking heart with e:cry stroke, (,
ard az last steps were heard approaching from
within, A barred wicket felt open in the iron
9+n1o r11Eh n
light.
"Ho|d up YOUR face to the Wicket" said tic
chaplain from within.
s.It's onlg me-" whimpered Villon:
"Ol,, it's only you, is itt" returned the Chap
lain; and he cursed him with foul unprlestly
oaths for disturbing nm so at sue e. an aGq6, anu
.sMy hands arc blue to the wrist" pleaded
Vil1on: .my feet are dead aud full Of twinEcs !:
nv nose aches with the sharp air; the eolu lies
at my heart. ! may be dead before morning:
Only this once, tathcr, aud before lou Will
never nsk again!"
"You should have conc carIicr," said the
ccclcsiastit coolly. 'tYoung men require q les
son nov and then" He shut The wicket and
retired deliberately into the interior of tue
house.
yillon was beside himself; he beat upon the
door with hands and feet, and shouted hoaFsely
= Wormy Old fox!" he cried. "If had my
hand uudcr your twist, | would send you Tying
hcadlong into the Dottolnless pit"
4 door shut in the interior, family audfoie TO
the poet down long passases- He passeI 4.aEs nls
lie bumor ot the situation struck hlm, amt he
laughed and looked lightly up to heaven, where
thr stars seemed to be winkiny over bis diseolsi-
tturc. ,,,5 ,u.a
night in the frosty streets. The idea of The
5al ,..-on pnnne1 itto his Imagination, and