Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1899-08-02


which the king took irresolutely ID HIS hand.
'Diable! he exclaimed, with an impa ten.
gesture, from my lord cardinal, no doubt ~
And he glanced at me. s5S s@57S.
Your majesty, aud Of the most vital i'm
port, and rose. <@'@ - .
II must read them. suppose: A plague
on the cardinal! We were just going to the
minuet-", = = h."
81 will deal with the matter, sire. The pa.
pers should have come to ME, and De Vessel,
saying this in his harsh. grating voice,
reached forth his hand. Usually y perfect
master Of his temper. he had somehow, for
once, let it get the better of him; and his
of command. Louis. though a brave man,
had weak nature and hasty temper. A
temper that was often aroused to fits of OBJ
stinacy, little short of mulish. lie caught
the senescha' 3 tone. and perhaps also the
suppressed smile that tiickered on the faces
of his courtiers. His forehead darkened.
You mistake, my lord. these papers come
rightly to me" and, turning his back on the
seneschal, he tore open the packet.
DE Vessel stepped back. white to the lips,
anu CAiC Sou't SdtuCl GU Tue NIIlk Ill VI.
lence. Seeing Iremouille at hand, made
bold to Step up to him and give him D. Am:
boise's note. lie glanced at it, and, turning
to me. said Il gave my word, and it shall
be kept. The honor of Tremouille is
pledged
was at loss to understand, but he had
no time to think, for Louis suddenly called
out: '"Tremouille - Bayard - gentlemen!
Tho Rorr;o iS toEo,,l Dop,o :. o,,,ejD
at once there was buzz and murmur
of voices. in eager rongratulation at the
glad tidings. Standing alone and apart
from all, could barely see Louis, so close
ly did the court press around him; but it
seemed that Tremouille was urging some
thing on him. and the duchess too. for |
caught the flash of jewels on her fingers,
as in her eagerness she laid them on the
kings arm. Then l'ayard's deep voice came
to me clearly: IF done, 'twere we'll done
quickly, sire
do not exactly know how it happened;
who stood above me, his drawn sword in
his hand.
IN. di Savelli," he said. lone king of
owes you kingdom. Wear again your
SAooo. ~ "No uODIv "OII. ldNc DdCh vOuI
knighthood." He laid the blade gently on
my shoulder, 'for God, for your king, for
your lady. Arise, sir knight!'' He
stretched forth his hand to aid me to my
feet, and ! stood up again. with my honor
white, in the very hall, almost on the very
spot, whence ! had been cast out in igno-
miny and shame.
could not speak, was choked-my eyes
wet will, Noo;pr
Louis placed his hand kindly on my shout
der.
Remember, D Savell," he said, France
needs you yet. To the minuet, my lords
and ladies-to the minuet!"
And he turned down the hail. not wait
ing for my thanks. But friends sprang up
everywhere. The first to give me her good
wishes was Duchess de la Tremouille, then
came the duke, old Ives dAlegres, and
others | can scarcely name. 1t was whilst
in their midst that | saw a face knew
well, and Machiavelli came up.
Late, but not the less warm in my con-
gratulations," he said; $50 the good ship
is safe in port at last! We owe you too
much for speech, and can never thank you
enough"
Your excellency is most kind. Is Lady
Angola well?"
He was silent for a moment, and laughed
to himself, as if something stirred him.
CAS- we'll as ever she was" he answered at
length, and added: ''You must sup with
us this evening. We lodge in the Borgo di
San Vito, and never mind your attire. My
wife longs to see you, and thank you in
person."
Other friends coming up, our converse was
brought to an end, and managed to effect
my escape, and take refuge in the pavilion
Of Bayard, who insisted on my being his
guest. would have willingly foregone the
supper at the Borgo: di San Vito, as was
weary; but having promised, borrowed a
horse from my host, and set out. | reached
the secretary's lodging punctually to the
hour, and was received by Clan, who, after
respectful inquiry concerning my health,
ushered me into an apartment, where, on
entering, ! found myself alone. | had to
wait some little time, and wondering at
the strangeness of my reception, l walked
towards window overlooking the private
gardens of the house. As l reached it,
heard the rustic of trailing garments, and
turning round beheld Angola before me-
She. came up with outstretched hands, and
l took them in mine, and looked into her
eyes. Then l found words; they come to
every man at the right time, and l spoke.
She made no answer as pleaded my cause,
and, fearing the worst, dropped her hands,
with bitter reproach against my age and
my Scared face. When had done she re-
manned still, with her eyes down, and there
was silence. Then she looked up again.
"Di Savelli," and her voice was very low,
"you say your face is Scared by wounds Do
you know, cavaliere, would were man,
that | too might bear wounds on my face,
and looking in my mirror, see how they be-
came me-" And the rest concerns not any
one.
We were married before the end of the
truce, and on my wedding day | received
from his. majesty the king the patents of
the county of Fresnoy, in Guenne, dis
tinction that was extended to me in Italy,
by his holiness Pope Plus ILL.,, who, on
my purchasing a portion of my ancestral
estates back from Amilcar Chigi, confirmed
to me the title in my native land. But the
gift l valued most of all was a tart of
Amali, to which still chung shred of the
gold link, by which it had been attached
to bracelet. And this was from my wife.
CHAPTER XVII.
MY LORD, THE COUNT.
Portion of a letter from the Countess di
Savelli to her cousin Vittoria Ordelafi Of