The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1889-09-06

hI1&l O&AukalteEs ltNI to IeNDt aABhtea&eXt ~
these the foes of God and His church.
And there were mssrmurs among the men
who rode after Fouiques the Beautiful.
and In. heard his name spoken I'm bitter
ncss among them when they knew not he
was nigh, and he saw the frown upon
their faces when he came unheraided into
His own heart child him. and he frrtteh
to b, 9one, and yet the face of Bathilde
held him as though she were a sorceress
who had bound him Ia her side 10y chains.
but q day came when N messenger rode
In hot haste Ia Pierreiuce with. word that
hands had been laid upon the sire of
Foulques the Beautiful I'm his own country
of Theoule, and hc called his men tn
horse aid threw himself upon his palfrey
and, daring not to look again ON Bathilde,
he rode away without u glance behind.
She spoke no word.
There she sat alone and nO one heard her
voice i'm lamentation, or could say that she
But from that window where she had
first looked down on the coming of her
lord, there she sat-. from the first gray
and watched and waited for his return.
No one heard her weeping and none
could say that they Ind seen her shed n
tear.
But there by her window she wept the
silent. bitter tears which -cald and scar
And ira the night the watchers of the
castle saw her i'm her trailing rohs's OF
black wandering through the long corrn-
into the courts and gardens and walk the
paths and show her ~sleepless eyes to the
cold pity of the stars.
Thinner and paler she grew until her
black robes seemed to float about her and
scarce touch her tender limbs.
She was conscious OF neither hunger,
And an last She ceased to hope for the
return of Foulques the Beautiful. He was
Then she summoned her scrvitors and
bade them take from her castle walls all
the mirrors of glass and steel which were
wont tn reflect her beauty. She would
look no more upon the face which he had
ceased to love or which ne never more
From her window i'm the tower. where
still she sat-though hopeless, for the
pisSt. M nsr t aea sip 10 OF Ss nim%sSe one ~ a hnS
saw ~ troop of horsemen enter the road
from the mountains. Straight she went
gates to meet them. She went among
them and questioned them herself and
trusted to none other.
After that day she went out and .ques.
took into her white hands the hands of
pilgrims and beRRar and entreated OF
them tidings of her lord.
But none could tell her q, Foulques the
Beautiful.
And now she prayed to God and all His
nnfei BRUISED sea-" h aaS s..iic wse' E sH e@s S ON the
rough stones where kneit the poor to- pray.
or tore her tende feet with pilgrin.aGes tn
fiowers and burn tapcrs and pray for the
return of her lord. She emptied her cot
fers of their stores of wealth and scattered
her silver among Gods poor and gave her
gold i'm aims to abbots for the building of
new inconsistencies and churches, where
masses might be said for the safe return
of her lord. And when her Golfers wcr,
empty and she had sold her Jewels, her
rings, her glittcring girtlles, her golde
no Jewels remained To her, she took her
silken robes and mantels of rich brocades
and laid them as offerings to our Lady,
ami they were taken by the church and
used to drape the blessed saints.
And she kept only her robes of black,
and she was as poor i'm her castle as an!
bcggcr upon the roads which led into it,
gates.
White and thin, i'm her black garments
she came and stood before him.
The friar told her n woeful tale of hi,
escape from the wars with only. his life
and that threatened by wounds given him
through his sacred garments ny the enc
him while binding the ten wounds a
Foulqucs the Beautiful, now Lord q
Theoile, who had been hurt unto death il
battle, and one hundred against two the!
had borne away the lord and chased him
With thrssts OF many wenp"n to Re die LA a.
fingered long enough to learn that tin
ransom placed on the head of Foulquet
,ns = Bs sa% nf i1$o6 5n iises. h ssa sasr.pl in a1 III,
image of the king of France, and ter
cases of precious stones.
She listened with eyes i'm which burnes
the signals of overwhelming despair.
~ am poor she said. II have moth
ing"
asked the monk, and she saw that he be
lievcd her not.
IL have given unto tho church, she an
swered, and would have explained fur
ther, but with cold, averted eyes the fria
turned and left her. and she knew that Ia
believed her not and held her faithless.
Then she went, sad eyed. back to he
tower and sat i'm her window. She looke'
ON the road and saw N great number a
her people cnd their way toward tin
church. They were bearing a great brancI
of palms. Then she bethought her wear
lily that il was the Feast of Palms and
holy Sabbath day. And alone. i'm Inc
tower. she sank on her knees and praye
: unto God for the delivery of Foulques tn
Beautiful.
A thought came to her.
Rising, she went down from her tOwe
and out ut her castle gates. and knclt al
the road where the people must pass he
on their way from CHURCH. He face VIA
as white as that of the dead. and her eye
as dark as black pools when the sky ]
I angry above them.
/, And when the people came from tn
church they found the Lady of Picrreluc
/ kneeling among the beggars 10y the roat
side, with arms outstrctched. asking ain
, of her serfs for the ransom of Foulque
the Beautiful.
! And they thought her mad, and spat M