The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1901-03-07

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the chateau's company-when came
the page Of the Demoiselle Alys to say
that his mistress followed upon hin
and babe us attend to speak with her.
60 tell thy mistress, my butterfly
that when sage and holy men are In
council"- l began bravely enough
when the arras parted behind the
STRIPPING and rose, flung smartly
struck me on the mouth. Next came
the Demoiselle Alys herself, carrying
great nosegay Of her weapons, 1t be.
Ing June and her birth month. She
bore the seal Of 1t on her cheeks and
In her eyes, which were blue as pau
sizes, and clad In her green silk frock
she seemed but another rose.
Vot the Dcmoiselle Alys was the
merriest of ladies. When she was no
longer than my bauble, held her upon
my knee, and I remember that she
laughed long before she learned to
speak, though she learned that early
too.
She burst out laughing now because
we stared at her.
"Bauble, saluteP cried she and flung
al her roses at me. | went down on
my knees to pick them up, and, Father
Benoit CHANGING to smile at me, she
turned on him.
Thou. too-tonsure and coxcomb to-
getherr'
And down he had to plump and help
me remake the bunch.
When 1t was complete, the Demoiselle
Alys made us sit and stood before us
leaning against the chess table. See
ing Father Benoit peering behind her
to see that she did not disarrange the
pieces, she swept them all into a heap
with her little hand-all EXCEPT the
red king, which she held and turned
round and round under the thoughtful
gaze Of her blue eyes.
"Was it thou, fool. who vast playing
with the red?"
No quoth l. "'Twas the holy man
yonder. The innocent whites were
mine ever
She turned to Father Benoit. "Didst
ever think upon the red king, father?'
"Only when | CASTLE" replied the
priest, wondering at the seriousness of
her tone.
Or when he Is sore pressed" she
went on slowly. "But tits strange how
we choose our color and our king. not
knowing II he be stern stuff, to fight
we'll or of the kind that covers In a
corner Was the red king winning. ia
therw
NO; he was losing confoundedly," l
broke In, land hadst thou not come
'hatteripg hither | would soon have
lung an6ther bell in my cap"
She sighed and tucked the red king
n the bosom of her frock. Then her
air little forehead cleared. Now at
end, both Of you," she commanded.
I come on an affair of-of state. Be
erious at once"
We looked as serious as we could
ooking at her. She smiled back at us.
wit. beauty, holiness-what a coun-
II we make! We ought to contain
,reat things"
so we would vert thou down stairs
gain" said Father Benoit. She made
little face at him.
Mgr. Motley" demanded she of me.
tell me what is the saddest thing in
be world ?"
An honest man looking In vain for
is price" l replied.
Foolish as ever" chirped the De-
loiselle Alys. 1.-THE saddest thing IN
ne world Is friendless maiden"
What dost thou know of suchY,
sked Father Benoit.
She sighed and laid the bunch Of
'ses against her cheek, then held them s
1t and looked at them. "They are I
ded already" she unused aloud. "'Tis :
e same with every one I gather. Let I
but lie a moment on my breast, and
Is wfthered Sometimes / think they
tie me-"
But II the flowers are not thy
ends" said Father Benoit, "still art <
ou not friendless. Forget not thy &
Their and mother and thy kinsmen." Z
Well, then, have friendsw she 3
nted. But can never have aught &
It ] desire" 3
never remember thy failing of thy 3
3d." said Father Benoit quietly. 3
Then thou hast forgot the day was z
ears old and the merchant came and b