Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1902-12-27

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said Louis, opening out his thin hands
and studying their palms attentively
II am pleased" Tristan interrupted
him roughly. PLEASED tina the Bur.
%gundians threaten you outside the walls
of Paris; pleased that Thibaut d'Aus.
signay bullics you inside the walls Of
Paris; pleased that your soldiers are
sullen; by my faith. here are four roya
reason for royal pleasure"
Louis shook his head ~playfully at his
servants grumbling. Gossip Tristan
he asked, "do you know why / have
come to this howell tonight? / do no.
walk abroad like a king-errant in mere
idleness of mind. / have come to learr
what company my lord the grand con
stable keeps Tristan's shaggy eye.
brows arched in surprise as the kine
continued: Our good Olivier assures US
that Our dear Thibaut d'Aussigny has
taken 1t into his head of late to walk
the streets by night and to haunt
strange taYerns such as this same Fir
cone. l am plagued with a womanisf
curiosity, Tristan, and l thought ]
would peep over Messire Thibaut'S
shoulder and have an eye on his
cards"
Tristan chuckled. THE grand con
stable bears you a grudge since you
chose to turn a kind eye on the girl OF
Vaucelles."
"She was a wise virgin to dislike Thi.
baut," unused the king. WAS she q
foolish virgin to mistrust your ma
Jesty?" questioned Tristan. Louis
shrugged his shoulders. "She is a proud
piece, gossip. When told her that she
took my fancy she famed into a red
rage that chastened me. But If she's
not for me she's not for Thibaut either
THE grand constable is a bad enemy, -
Tristan commented. The king replied
at random.
Tristan, I had a strange dream last
night. 1 dreamed that l was a swine
roofing In the streets of Paris, and that
| oun a pearl Of great price in the
kennel. / picked 1t UP and set it In
my crown"
"A crowned pig" Tristan interrupt
ed. TITS like a tavern sign" Louis
did not seem to resent the interruption,
My good gossip, In a dream nothing
seems strange. Well, as 1 said, I set
this pearl In my crown and the light
of 1t seemed to fill all my good city of
Paris with glory so that / could see ev-
cry street n alley, every tower and
pinnacle, more clearly than In a sum-
mer's noon. And then m%ethought that
the pearl weighed so heavy upon my
forehead hat I plucked it from its
place and cast 1t to the ground, and
would have trodden it under foot when
q star shot swiftly from heaven and
stayed me-"
The king looked eagerly at his COM
panion, who seemed wholly uninterest-
ed In the narrative of the royal vision.
Dreams and stars, stars and Dreams -
he sneered. Leave dreams to weak
hngs, sire Louis frowned. Don't
sneer, gossip, but instruct-who are
these people2' and the sharp, lean face
of the king thrust itself forward a lit
tie, birdllke, from the nest of its hood,
in h direction Of the gamblers. His
companion shrugged his shoulders.
Some of the worst cats and rats In
all Paris" he answered. 1.-The men be-
long to a fellowship that Is called the
Company of the Cockleshells, and bah
bic o cant OF their own that battles the
thief-takers. If your majesty" but
here a warning kick from Louis made
him vince and change his words-"lf
you wished to SAVIOR rascality these are
your blades. The women are trulls.
Yonder she-thing in the mans habit
is Huguette du Hamel, a wild wench,
whom men call the Abbess for her nun
merry of light o. loves. There be four OF
her minions with her now, Jehanneton
la Belle Heaulmiere as they name her,
Denise the slipper-maker, Blanche and
Isabeau. oh, they are delectable dox-
ies!"
King Louis pursed his thin lips In
austere censure. They shall be re-
proved hereafter" he said. who are
the men?"
Worthy Adams Of such pestilent
Ewes" Tristan answered. THAT slen-
der fellow in the purple jerkin is one
Rene de Montigny, Of gentle birth, and
a great breaker of commandments. He
with the red hair Is Guy Tabarie; they
are sworn brothers in bawdry and lar
ceny The ferret-faced knave who Is
tickling the girls knee is Jehan lie Loup.
Bullies and bawds, pandars and para
sites; to enumerate their ~offenses would
be to say the Decalogue backward"
You have q pithy humor, gossip"
and Louis grinned. Our galloWs shall
be busy anon"
Tristan was about to open his mouth
in approval of q sentiment so pleasing
to his ears when his words and his
purpose were alike arrested by a
sound of a voice singing outside the
tavern door.
The voice was a mans voice. some
thing rough and strained for fine music.
and yet with a kind of full and norid
sweetness thai carried the words clear
ly through the red-curtained windows.
They seemed to make a complaint of
Fortune:
Since I have left the prison gate
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