Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-01-07

the journey. which his companion and he
/ stored in their saddle bags.
And in this manner like an idle lad who
Tor mischief puts body and soul in peril
[ went forth Laurence Mackim to take up
service win the redoubtabie MesSre GILES
de Laval. Sieur de RetZ high chamberlain
of Charles VII marshal of France and COM
panion in arms of the martyred Maid of
Orleans.
Now. before he went forth from the street
of the Ur<ulnes he laid a sealed letter on
! the bed of his brother. which ran thus:
Ha' Sir Sholto MacKim. while you stand
dhput in the rain and SILVER under your
J cloak / am off to find out the mystery
| Nhen have done all without assistance
from the wise Sir Sholto l will return: but
, not heiore- Fare your knightship we'll
Laurence and Giles de SnIe rode out of
PaIis 10y the Versailles road, and the latter
| INSISTED on silence till they were past the
forest of ST. Cyr. which was at that time
exceedingly dangerous for horsemen not
travelling in large companies Once they
were fairy on the road to Chartres how
. ever ana clear of the valley of the Seine
and its tangled bOSCage of trees Giles in
sisted on there and then breaking a bottle
OF wine TO the success OF their journey
and to the new service and duty upon
winch Laurence was to enter at the end of
Having proposed this toast he handed
the first hamper to Laurence who barely
tasting the excellent Pcitevin vintage
handed the leather bottle to De Sille. That
sa'loW youth Immediately. without offering
ms companion a second chance, proceeded
To duam the entire contents of the pieskin.
Then as the stiff brew penetrated down
ward. it was not long before the favorite
of the marshal began to wax full of vanity
and swelling words
Il tell you what it is he said there
would be trembling in the heart of very
great man when the cravens returned with
out me. For | am no snaveling ignoram-
ETIr l.
who. though poor, is Il near cousin of the
marshal himself I warrant the rascals
who ran away would smart right soundly
for leaving me behind. For GILES de Sille
is no simpleton. He knows more than is
written down in the catechiSm of holy
church. None can touch my favor with
my lord. no matter what they testify
against me. For me, l have only to ask
and have. That is why / take such pride
in bringing you to my lord of Retz. l
know that he viii give You a post about
his person. and if you are not a simple
fool you may go very far. Fer my master
is a friend of the king. and. what is better,
Of Louis the daunhin. He gat the king
back a whole province-a dukedonl, so they
say-from the hands of some Scots fool
that had il off his grandfather. And, in
return, the king will protect my master
against all his enemies. Do | not speak
the truth?'
Laurence hoped that he did but liked
not the yelled hints and inSinuatiO Of
some surprising secret in the life of the
marshal, possessed by his dear cousin aud
beloved servant GILES de Sile.
With an ever-loosening tongue the IA
VOrite went on.
~ great soldier is orr mastcr-none
greater. not even Dunois himself. Why, he
rode into Orleans at the right hand of the
maid. None in all the army was great
with her as he. l tell you Charles himself
: liked II not, and that was the beginning
| Of all the pother Of talk about my lord
IL COLL