The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-01-01

Let, us TAX the Gallant up TO the tap O the
the ben Rarret till we see ii he is Raun to turn
up his taesl'
sent. the smith OF Carlinwark tucked his late
opponent under his arm as easily rs an ordt-
nary mar ,R man might carry Try a ot Pb@pp tbrs Th sro;t sheath %n6s
lanterns could already be seen down the street,
Inducements.
window aud great doors that the four Scots
returned. entering cautiously, by a side portal,
mansion had been the town, residence Of the
first Duke OF Touraine. Archibald the. Tine
m f9s mtlI H. mad %ur 3es9 oSGS nrInS their by th tenancy ansy's 81
escaped by its very dilapidation thu, fate Of the
France.
James Douglas had obtained the keys from
Geryais, Bonppint, the, trpsty agent Of the
Avondales in Paris. who also attended to the
iGrSeign concerns Of most Others r Of The Scot
session, none saving them nay, and, indeed,
in the dlsordered state OF, the Government,
Upon oman an old II bedsTtsad hastily tcovered with
comfortable; Then, having, washed the wound
pronounced his verdict:
The young cheat-the wuddie will. do yet.
and liye to swing by the lang cord about his
Which, when interpreted into the vulgar.
COuNbyeu HI DnCe uH eAUcCldllOnD " u llib go.nB
presently prolonged to the swarthy De Sille.
but after u time to be cut suddenly short by
the hangman.
Every day James Douglas and shelto haunt;
ed n the oI nteGiinG ,h, Of the H3 9te dc rSrh hna and and
departed. Maiise wished TO leave Paris and
proceed at once to the De Retz country, there
castles, Of ,Machecoui. ,TifaqGes. Pornic.
Champtoce. in some one of which he was sure
that the stolen maids must be immured.
But James Douglas and Sholto earnestly
dissu9ded him from the adventure. How, did
iooRsq They we're ali iortresses Of large eS.
tent. well garrtsoned. and 1t was as likely as
not that s.iv they SyO might 1ns s g;.Edn theis whole h oi time
KNOWLEDGE or advantage.
Bes sides n they pr pcisa , i WAS - MT n likely 9! thqt
cantor remained in Paris-that is. none. which
'0 20 ye az fo 5ssiYn de- P S% SGe and dts It's in isn,R
remained under the strict espionage Of Sholto
Rue des Urselines Laurence nprsed his broth:
er clerk and Malise sat gloomilv polishing and
repolishing the weapons and secret armor of
1t was the evening Of the third day before
ripient had been c luscious on the second dry,
but. finding himself a prisoner in the hands of
the enemy. he had been naturally inclined to
bright carelessness of Laurence. who dashed
at any speech in idiomatic but ,ungrsmmati-
him. MS also the fact that Laurence was clerk
learned and could sing and play upon the viol
WIZ The su pris5nei S never rof ti Pes s oP y watching the
sunny cqrls about the brow Of Laurence Mac.
the chairs. and even the floor in q hundred at
titudes in search of a comfortable position.
All" he said. at last. one afternoon. as tho
You can sing like an angel" -.
would be we'll content, if he be a good master.
and if in his, house IT showed wherewithal to
want as yourself?'
tho 81 S H% shs P9S Of f fse %arshs fi De S &c si!'G aS of
sws5sd s the siw EandG youth d readily nith :ro,
teri auoth Laurence with his usual prompt
heedlessness of consequences.
The sallcw youth with the bandaged head
darted a look at Laurence from under
brows SO lowering and searching that Lau-
Nay, he cried, shaking at the knees and
LETTING his hands swing ludicrously by his
iodf at "a %e P IKE 9 that: I will q pS SSil s the cook # from ySa
yonder eating stall 70 protect me with his
lTs in 6s lad dlss i ! y wSt if dr he tstc lSa1, you yo one 40. on
never, take service again with Marshal de
What know you of my m~aster?' reiterated
jaiIer; without needing. his persiiace.
fully, except that while we stood listening to
tho singing of the choir within his hotel a
' pSos sh SG deciar sams tbs sF Na9Esh 1oF had hsf f fGh; M9e%
whereat came forth the guard from within
and thrust her away. Then arrived you and
your imnHdence. That, is all / know or want to
know OF your master"
Giles de Sine lay back on his pallet with a
sigh. still. however. continuing to watch the
"You should indeed take service With the
Marshal. He Is the, most lavish and generous
master, alive. He thinks no more of giving a
handful OF gold pieces to n youth who tnkeS
him than OF throwing n NrIl9t tD n hAppar Mt
the gate, He s gyms 8 The finest province in all
France, He has a college of priests and the
service, at his chapel is moe nobly intqped
Father himself. When he goes in procession
10 has a thurifer carried before him by the
you are Just the lad to take his fancy. That I
can sec at !, a r6 GI3 M;4I 40 me ! vibrant wifE mt you you NJ Master asbs
will make your fortune"
Did the other young , fslIo ~ Wake his for:
What other" he growied truculently.
why, the son Of the poor woman who cried
beneath your kind masters window the night
before yestreen."
The. lank swarthy youth ground his teeth.
4" 'Tis i'll speaking against dignities." he re-
piled presently. with a certain mellow dig
nifty. i dare ar say the young fellow took ser
and is in hiding at TifraGges. or mayhap Ma.
at some lattice Of the Hotel de Pornic ITSELF to
NllS lAAct NANAhiSi VI mo AShAi hha Va biS AS- l
norant rabble of Paris!"
Your master loves the society ofthe young2"
queried Laurence. mending carefully a string
Of his viol and keeping the end OF the catgut
in his mouth as he spoke.
He doats on all young people" answered
Giles dc Siile. eagerly, the flicker OF a smile
running about his mouth like wildflre over a
swamp Why. when a youth, OF parts once
takes service with my master. he never leaves
it for any other. not even the Kings"
Which. in its way was a true enough state
ment.
We'll" quoth Master Laurence. when he
ear and twingle-twqngling, it to his ~satisfac-
ton, you speak well. And ! am not sure but
working for my father without, nay. and Of
Abbot; Moreover. in this city Of Paris. /
have to tell every jack with q hqlbert that |
am not the son of the King OF England. and af-
ter all, as like as not. he marches me to the bill
boes."
'"Of what nationality are your, asked De Sille.
"Och, I'm all OF a rank Irelander and my
name is Laurence O'Halloran. at your ser
vice" quote the rogue without a blush. For
learned at the abbey Of Dulce Cor was that OF
lying with the serene countenance OF an angel.
Inlaal No IVA ha Va gaan ha had fha r,tHipnnnta I