The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-03-02

" cid the court press around him; but Il
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 Bayard's deep voice came
to me clearly: 'If done 'twere we'll done
quickly, SIRE"
l do not exactly know how it happened;
but / found myself kneeling before the king,
who stood above me. his drawn sword in
his hand.
IN. di Saveli," he said, lone king of
France owed you his life, another all but
owes you a kingdom. Wear again your
cross 1t was nobly won. Take back your
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
were wet with tears. Seeing my emotion,
Louis placed his hand kindly on my shout
der.
Remember, Di Savelli," he said, France
needs you yet. To the minuet, my lords
and ladies-to the minuet!'
And he turned down the hall, 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 d'Alegres, and
others I can scarcely name. 1t was whilst
in their midst that / saw a face l 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.
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 l was
weary; but having promised, borrowed a
horse from my host, and set out. l reached
the secretary's lodging punctually to the
hour, and was received by Clan, who, after
a respectful inquiry concerning my health,
ushered me into an apartment, where, on
entering, found myself alone l had to
wait some little time, and wondering at
the strangeness of my reception, walked
towards window overlooking the private
gardens of the house. AS / reached it, l
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 l 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 a 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 l received
from his majesty the king the patents of
the county of Fresnoy, in Guienne, 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 tart of
Amalfi, to which still chung shred of the
to bracelet. And this was from my wife