The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-08-29

| ly air, the great deeds he had done
were all in mems mouths. We young
SterS who saw him at a respectful
distance, aped the cut of his cloak,
the tilt of his sword, the cock of his
plumed hat. If we only knew how
he made love we would have tried
to do so in like manner; but for this
each one Of us had to find out a way
of his own. All at once, it was ru-
mored that the marshal duke had
vanished, disappeared mysteriously,
and that every trace of him was
lost. There were men who whispered
Of the Chatelet, or, worse still, the Bas-
tile; others who said the Seine was
very deep near the mills by the Pont
aux Meunniers: others who put to-
gether the sudden retreat from the
court of the brilliant Madame de
Sauves, the Rose of Guise, with the
disappearance of Joyeuse and shook
their heads and winked knowingly.
They were all wrong. Gradually the
truth came out, and it became known
that the polished courtier, the great
soldier, and the splendid cavalier had
thrown away the world as one would
fling aside an old cloak, and buried
himself in a cloiSter.
1t was a ten days wonder, then 9TH
er things happened, and perhaps not
one in 10000 remembered in the saint
ly Pere Ange the once fiery prince of
the house of Joyeuse.
1 have mentioned this because Of his
reproof to me. Day by day my edu-
cation was progressing, and I began
to recognize that my virtue was pitt
less, that l was too ready to judge
harshly of others. Pere Angels re-
proof was a lesson I meant to profit
by, and now-to the abode of Maitre
Pantin.
Palms directions were clear, and af
ter crossing the Pont ST. Michel, a
wooden bridge, we kept to the south
of Ste. Chapelle, and then, after many
a twist and turn, found ourselves IN
the Rue des DeuX Mondes, before the
doors of Pantin's house.
The master himself answered my
knock and stood in the doorway,
small, wizened figure, looking at us
cautiously from gray eyes, Swallowed
by bushy white brows.
Good day, monsieur. What is it
can do for your
you are Maitre Pantin?"
"At your service"
And I am the Chevalier d'Auriac
have come to Paris from Bidache on
business and need lodging. Maitre
Palm has recommended me to you"
Enough, monsieur lie chevalier. My
friend Palms name is sufficient, and ]
have need of clients. for the house is
empty. If monsieur's servant will lead
the horses through that lane there he
will find an entrance to the stables
and will monsieur step in and take a
seat whilst I summon my wife-An-
nette. Annette!''
I limped- in and sat down, escorted
by expressions of compassion from
Pantin, who mingled these with shouts
for Annette. In a little time Nine. Pan
tin appeared, and never have I seen
so great a resemblance between huS-
band and wife as between these two.
There was the same small, Shriveled
figure, the same clear-cut features, the
same white eyebrows standing out
prominently over the same gray eyes;
their height, walk and tone of voice
even were almost the same. Madame,
however, had an eye to business, which
her husband, even though [ understood
him to be a notary, had not discov
cred to me, and whilst he went off to
see, as he said, to the arrangements
for the horses, Nine. Annette struck
a bargain with me for my lodging,
which I closed with at once, as was
in sufficient funds to be a little ex-
travagant. This matter being arranged
by my instant agreement to her terms,
she showed me to my rooms, which
were on the second floor, and COM
manded a good view of the river face,
and, pOcketing weeks rental in ad-
vance, the old lady retired, after rec
ommending me to an ordinary where
the food was excellent and the Frontig-
nae old.
I spent the remainder of the day do
ing nothing, going forth but to sup
quietly at the Two Ecus, which 1
found fully upheld the good name
Nine Pantin had given it, and return
ing early to my rooms.
Sitting at an easy chair, at a win
dow overlooking the Seine, lost my
self for a while in dreamland of
reverie. Let it be remembered that I
was man of action, who had been
awakened by the love he bore for a
woman to q sense of his own unfitness,
and it will be realized how difficult it
was for me to look into myself. 1
tried to tick off my failings in my
mind, and found they were hydra
headed. There were some that I alone,