Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1901-07-20

churches. and the group OF towns
f~olks-sullen fellows, some OF them,
with a fierce CLEAN In their eyes--who,
standing in the mouths Of reekipg al
leys, watched us go by.
But presently we had to stop. A
crowd a gathered to watch a little
cavalcade of six gentlemen pass across
our path. r'hey were riding two and
two, lounging in their saddles and
chatting to one another, disdainfully
unconscious of the people about them,
or the remarks they excited. Their
graceful bearing and the richness OF
their dress and equipment surpassed
anything 1 had ever seen. A q
pages and lackeys were attending Them
on foot, and the sound of their Jests
and laughter came to us over the heads
of the crowd.
While / was gazing at them, some
movement of the throng drove back
Bure's horse against mine, Bure him.
self uttered a savage oath; uncalled
for SO far as 1 could see. But my at
tention was arrested the next momen
by Croisette, who tapped my arm with
his riding whip. "Look!" he cried In
some excitement. lis not that he?"
1 followed the direction of the lads
finger-as well as l could for the plung-
ing OF my horse, which Bure's had
frightened-and scrutinized the last
pair Of the troops. They were crossing
the street in which we stood, and I had
only a side view of them: or rather Of
the nearer rider. He was a s~ingularly
handsome man, in age. about % or %,
with long lovelocks falling on his lace
collar and cloak of orange silk. His
face was sweet and kindly and graz
cious to a marvel. But ne was a stran-
ger to me.
Il could have sworn" exclaimed
Croisette, that that was Louis himself
M de P~avannes!"
That" I answered, as we began to
move again, the crowd melting before
us. "Oh, dear, no."
mo! no! The farther mani" he ex-
planned.
But l had not been able to get a good
lcok at the farther of the two. We
turned in our saddles and peered after
him. His back in the dusk certainly re-
minded me of Louis. Bure, however,
who said he knew NJ. de Pavannes by
sight, laughed at the idea. Your
friend" he said. rs a wider man than
that" And l thought he was right
there-but then IT might be the cut OF
the clothes. They have been at the
Louvre playing paume, I'll be sworn"
he went on. so the admiral must be
better. The one next us vas NJ. de Tel
lSny, the 0dmlralS son-in-laW. And
the other, whom you mean, was Comte
de la Rochefoucault."
We turned as he spoke into a narrow
street near the river, and could see not
far from us a mass of dark buildings
which Bure told us was the Louvre
the kings residence. Out of this street
we turned n a short one; and here
Bure drew rein and raped loudly at
some heavy gates. 1t was so dark hat
when, these being opened, he led the
way into a courtyard, we could see lit
tie more than a tall, sharp-gabled
house, projecting over us against a pale
sky; and a group OF men and horses in
one corner. Bure spoke to one of the
men, n begging us to dismount, said
tho footman would show us to n. de
Pavannes.
The thought that we were at the end
of our long journey, and in time to
warn Louis OF his danger, made US ior-
get all our exertions, our fatigue and
stiffness. Gladly throwing the brides
to Jean we ran up the steps after the
servant. The thing was done. Hur-
rah! the thing was done!
Continued Next Week.)