The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-09-25

speak-though she learned that early,
too.
She burst out laughing now, because
we stared at her. "Bauble, salute!"
cried she, and flung all her roses at me.
l went down on my knees to pick them
up, and FIR. Benoit, CHANGING to smile
at me, she turned on him: Thou. tool
Tonsure and Cockscomb together" And
down he had to plump and helped me
remake the bunch.
When it was complete the Demoj-
selle Alys made us sit, and stood before
us, leaning against the chess table
Seeing FIR Benoit peering behind her
70 see that she did not disarrange the
pieces, she swept them all into a heap
Nwith her little hand-all except the red
King which she held. and turned around
and around under the thoughtful gaze
of her blue eyes.
WAS it thou, Fool, who vast play
ing with the red?"
mo" quoth I. :. twas the holy man
yonder; the innocent whites We're mine
ever She turned to FIR Benoit
''Didst ever think upon the red king.
father?"
"Only when 1 castle" replied the
priest, wondering at the seriousness of
her tone.
cor when he is sore pressed she
went on slowly. But It's strange how
we choose our color and our king, not
knowing if he be Of stern stuff, to fight
well-or of the kind that covers in a
corner. Was the red king winning,
father"
NO, he was losing confoundedly," I
broke in, and hadst thou not come
chattering hither I would soon have
hung another bell in my cap
She sighed and tucked the red king
in the bosom of her frock. Then her
fair little forehead cleared Now at
tend. both of you" she commanded. 4
come on an affair of-of state. Be SER
ieus at once"
I'VE looked as serious as we could.
looking at her. She smiled back at us
Wit. beauty. holinessi What a council
we makei We ought to contain great
things"
so we would, were thou downstairs
again" said FIR. Benoit. She made a
little face at him.
''MOnsigneur Motley" demanded she
Of me. tell me what is the saddest
thing in the world?"
An honest man looking in vain for
his price" I replied.
= Foolish as ever!" chirped the
DemciseIle AIys. THE saddest thing in
the world is a friendiess maiden
What dost thou know of such ?'
asked FIR. Benoit.
roses against her cheek. then held them
out and looked at them. They are
faded already" she unused aloud. " It's
the same with every one I gather; let
II but lie a moment on my breast, and
it is withered. Sometimes / think they
hate me-"
But if the flowers are not thy
friends" said FIR. Benoit, still are thou
not friendless. Forget not thy father
and mother and thy hnsmen."
well, then-I have friends" she
pouted, but I can never have aught
that desire"
I never remember thy falling of thy
wish said FIR. Benoit, quietly.
''Then thou hast forgot the day was
5 years old and the merchant came
and opened his packs and ] cried for
them"
.Trumpery things" said the priest,
mot fitting for a demoiselle."
But / did not ask to be born a de-
moiselle!" cried the Demoiselle Alys,
and I cried for them SOL"
Well what is it now?' | cut in, be-
ing ont of practice in silence. More
blue heads? Or puppet dressed in
velvet? Or mayhap it is my bauble:
it goes equally well with motley or
petticoati''
Perhaps" she said saucily, lit is a
new fool I would lil1e!''
Having thus vanquished me. she grew
serious and looked at us with strange
eyes. soft and shining, and shook her
head. then dropped it
"Dost wish me to shrive thee?"t
FIR. Benoit asked kindly, but she Shook
her little dropping head again.
Perhaps" 1 suggested, lit is the adj
vice of worldly wisdom thou modest.
Come. will teach thee retorts to take
all the wind out of thy cousin IsabePs
sails
81 can make them for myself she
answered. then looked up with bright
ened cheeks and eyes. ''Dost know my
bower woman. Rosalind?" she asked of
Fr. Benoit. He bowed assent. she is