The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-02-19

night for thee to be made a bishop!
And and promise me thou wilt marry
them this night!'
We both started. "Of truth" said
1, ''thy Rosalind is not more hasty than
a cat over the dairy SILL
Tonight" said Father Benoit, to
show how vain it was to try to corrupt
him, lis an utterly unsuitable impos-
sible time
ooh, there, there!'' cried he, brushing
very red. 81 PROMISE promise to
marry the dauphin to the kitchen
maid and thee to the stable boy-onIy
get thee gone out of this quiet place!
Thou art the willfullest, most shame
less maid! Get thee gone! l will make
thee discipline my next leisure"
/. 81 will go straightway!' said the De-
moiselle Alys. springing up. with dane
ing eyes, shaking back her brown hair
with a ripple of laughter. "Oh. but
1 thou art a very dear! l will send thee
+ a token tonight, and thou wilt find
Rosalind waiting
cam | to give away the bride?"
asked. 1T will go hard if / may not
attend the wedding of my very child"
4 She drew her brows together, but
did not answer me. Thou modest not
, fear, father: there will be horses wait
ing, and the next day who will know if
! they have been married or not?'
"Truly, fine plann' / could not
help saying.
C,,1 e,1,p 1,N o%of,11
!, to thee, father. all her life-and- and
that is all came to say" The De
moiselle Alys left us without another
word, careless of the roses she had let
fall beside the chess table. Only as
held back the arras for her and I'M
latched the door, she looked up at me,
not unkindly but in silence. | watch
ed her little figure out of sight down
the winding stair before l came into
the room again, and then Father Be
mott had gathered up all the fading
roses and put them on the table beside
the huddled chessmen.
/ "Shall we finish the game. father?'
81 have forgot how the pieces stood"
Besides, she hath taken the red
king"
Every true" and he began to tumble
his book of hours for the office of
Tierce.
"Rosalind,' quoth 1. "is a comely
maid to look upon
Il am not a fool to hear such things
replied Father Benoit, very quickly for
one intent upon Tierce.
"But it can do thee no harm to hear
that she is well conducted maid but
/ quiet" He made no answer.
well, father-a man can die but
once-but he can be often whipped
II do not see how that concerns me-"
I returned Father Benoit, his eyes on his
book
Indeed, father" said l, taking up
my bauble. 81 wish with all my heart
! that Motley may have wider wisdom
than gowa and scapular. And. though
a coNcOmb in esse sits more lightly
than a inter in posse, methinks one
catches less cold on leaving it off,
4 Father Benoit fidgeted in his chair
and turned over two leaves at once.
fool" said he. thou hast thy belly
full because thy head is empty, but I
am not thy paymaster Here in this
turret thou art at liberty to rest thy
tongue gratis,
/ Father" replied, sit is pleasure
to me to enlighten so apt scholar.
God send thee life as long as thy ser.
mons and somewhat more cheerful
j And | Went singing down the stairs
to rally monseigneur and get him in
good trim for his next weeks visit
from the king.
. Beside his chair stood the Sieur d Al
dilly teasing a great hound AS l came
; up the hair was beginning to rise along
the creatures back and the low thun
der to rumble in his throat, and the
!, look of relief that he had me to turf
y on. We'll, coxcomb, where hast beer
), growing now?"
cover a strange nest, peacock"
! He drew his brows together. "True
= it is midsummer" he sneered.
"In midsummer gossip" said | t
monseigneur. ''peacocks mate wit
doves. Didst know that?'
"Eh? How?' asked he. smiling. Blu
= 4 1 saw W Inv Stlplelii dhSLy ~ Go Tia
was too careless.
"The reason of that riddle we Wi
lay before the king next week" | al
swered lamely enough. But he was S
lent, while the Sieur q Audilly tallSe
of new project he had for lightenin
his mems gear.
1t was with beating heart that, a
soon as the great hall was dark an
quiet that night, up Father Benoit
stair sped to find him pacing to an
fro like a bear in pit. He looked u
sharply as | entered, but spoke n
word, and l flung myself into his gres
chair. stretched out my legs and sigl
ed. "Heigho! With such chair 9
this to wait in, no wonder thy soul
stored with patienceW
"Fool!' said he sharply. SIS it qui,
below?"
1 "As quiet as thy conscience"
He ceased walking and came to n
and stood before me. opening and clio
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