Santa Fe daily New Mexican., 1895-06-15
THEYOUNG SEIGNEUR

His chief occupation in the daytime
was to stand on the bench by the small
barred window and watch the pigeons
OH the roof and in the caves Of the hos.
pital opposite. For five years he had
done this, and it was the one thing in
his whole life during that time which
had charm for him. Every change Of
weather and season was registered there
as plainly as if he could see the surface
of the world. In the summer the states
seemed to have great fire beneath
them, for quivering hot air rose up
from them, and the pigeons never alight-
ed on them save in the early morning or
in the evening. just over the peak Of
the roof could be seen the topmost
branch of an oak, too slight to bear the
weight Of the pigeons, but the caves un-
der the projecting roof were dark and
cool, and there his eyes rested when he
tired of the hard blue sky and the glare
of the roof. He could also see the top of
the hospital windows, barred up and
down, but never anything within, for
the windows were ever dusty, and all
was dark beyond. But now and then he
heard bitter cries coming through one
open window in the summer time, and
he listened to them grow fainter and
fainter, till they sank to low moan
ing and then ceased altogether.
In winter the roof was covered for
months by blanket of snow, which
looked like shawl of impacted wool,
white and restful, and the hospital win
dows were spread with frost. But the
pigeons were the same-almost as gay
and walking on the lodges of the roof
or orowding OH the shelves of the lead
pipes. He studied them much, but he
loved them more. His prison was less a
prison because of them, and in the long
five years Of expiation he found himself
more in touch with them than with the
wardens Of the prison or any of his com.
panions.
With the former he was respectful,
AuN AO SufO UlClu III ClOuUl0 0U al.
With the latter be had nothing in COM
mon, for they were criminals, and he
he had blundered when wild and mad
with drink, SO wild and mad that he
had no remembrance, absolutely none,
of the incident by which Jean Vigot
lost his life. He remembered that they
had played cards far into the night;
that they had quarreled, then made
their peace again; that the others had
left; that they had begun playing cards
and drinking again, and then all was
blurred, save for vague recollection
that he had won all the money Vigot
had and had pocketed it. Then came a
blank. He walked to find two officers OF
the law beside him, and the body Of
Jean Vigot, stark and dreadful, few
feet away
When the officer put their hands upon
him, he shook them off. When they
did it again, he would have fought them
to the death had it not been for his
friend, tall Medallion, who laid a
strong hand OH his arm and said,
STEADY, Converse, steadyp' and he had
yielded to the firm, friendly pressure
Medallion had left no stone unturned
to clear him at the trial, had himself
played detective increasingly, but the
hard facts remained there, and on a
chain Of ciroumstantial evidence Louis
Converse, the young seigneur, was sent
to prison for ten years for manslaugh.
ter That was the compromise effected.
Louis himself had said only that ne
didn't remember, but he could not be-
lieve he had committed the crime Rob.
berry? He shrugged his shoulders at
that. Heinsisted that his lawyer should
not reply to the insulting and foolish
suggestion.
But the evidence had shown that
Vigot had all the winnings when the
other members Of the party left the two,
and this very money had been found in
Louis pocket. There was only Louis
word that they had played cards again.
Anger? Possibly. Louis could not re,
member, though he knew they had quar-.
relied. The judge himself, charging the
jury, said that be never before saw Q
prisoner SO frank and outwardly honest
but warned them that they must not
lose sight Of the crime ITSELF the taking
Of q human life, whereby woman was
made a widow and child fatherless.
And 80 with the few remarks the
Judge sentenced the young Seigneur to
ten years in prison, and then himself,
shaken and pale, left the courtroom hur-
.iedly, for Louis Converse's father had
been his friend from boyhood.
Louis took his sentence calmly, look.
ing the judge squarely in the eyes, and
when the judge stopped he bowed to
him, turned to the jury and said: Seen.
;lemen, you have ruined my life. You
lon,t know, and I don't know, who
killed the man. You have guessed, and
take the penalty. Suppose I'm inno-
,ent. How will you feel when the truth
ZONES out? You've known me more OF
ess these 30 years, and you'v said with
10 more knowledge than I've got that /
lid this miserable thing. don't know
nut that one Of you did It. but Won are