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


We both started. IOf truth" said
1, thy Rosalind is not more hasty than
a cat over the dairy SILL
Tonight" said Father Benoit, to
show how vain 1t was to try to corrupt
him, SIS an utterly unsuitable. impos-
sible time"
"Oh, there, there1 cried he, hushing
very red. 81 promise-I promise to
marry the dauphin to the kitchen
maid and thee to the stable boy-only
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!
II will go straightwayw said the De-
moiselle Alys, springing up, with dane
ing eyes, shaking back her brown hair
with ripple Of laughter. "Oh, but
thou art very DEAR I will send thee
token tonight, and thou wilt find
Rosalind waiting"
"Am l to give away the brideT
asked. at will go hard If l may not
attend the wedding Of my very child"
She drew her brows together, but
Olu uOL uuSWeT lie. IuOu HeeueSt uot
fear, father; there will be horses wait
ing, and the next day who will know II
they have been married or notY'
Truly, fine plan~ could not
help saying.
"And-and she will be very grateful
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 l
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 1 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, fatherT
II have forgot how the pieces stood"
Besides, she hath taken the red
king"
VERY true" and he began to tumble
his book Of hours for the office of
Tierce.
"Rosalind." quoth l, "ls a comely
maid to look upon"
II am not fool to hear such things"
replied Father Benoit, very quickly for
one intent upon Tierce.
but 1t can do thee no harm to hear
that she Is well conducted maid, but
quiet" He made no answer.
al o.
once-but he can be often whipped"
II do not see how that concerns me-"
returned Father Benoit his eyes on his
book.
Indeed, father" said 1, taking I'D
my bauble. II wish with all my heart
that Motley may have a wider wisdom
than gown and scapular And, though
coxcomb In esse sits more lightly
than a inter In posse, methlnks one
catches less cold on leaving it off,
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
am not thy paymaster. Here in this
turret thou art at liberty to rest thy
tongue gratis"
Father" I replied, ut is a pleasure
to me to enlighten so apt a scholar.
God send thee a life as long as thy SER
mons and somewhat more cheerful"
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'Au-
dilly teasing 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
gallant captain pushed him away with
look Of relief that he had me to turn
on. well, coxcomb, where hast been
Growing now?'
over a strange nest, peacockI'
He drew his brows together. "True,
1t is midsummer he sneered.
In midsummer gossip" said l to
monseigneur, "peacocks mate with
doves. Didst know thatY'
Eth? How?" asked he, smiling. But
saw by the captains angry eyes that
l was too careless.
ne reason OF tnat riddle we will
lay before the king next week." | an
swered lamely enough. But he was ST.
lent, while the Sieur d'Audilly talked
of a new project he had for tightening
his mems gear
1T was with beating heart that, as
soon as the great hall was dark and
quiet that night up Father Benoit's
stair sped to find him pacing to and
fro like bear in pit He looked I'D
sharply as entered, but spoke no
word, and i flung myself into his great
chair, stretched out my legs and sigh
ed. "Heigho! With such a chair as
this to wait in, no wonder thy soul is
stored with patiencev
"Fool!' said he sharply. is it quiet
below?"
AS quiet as thy conscience"
He ceased walking and came to me
and stood before me, opening and clos
ing his lips as If he wished to speak. |
His fat face was pale, his lips dry.
Before he could find word there |
was light rap at the door. l sprang
to fling it open, but no one was to be
seen. A small object lay upon the