The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-03-13

nad left IT. She took 1t up5and began
- tnren8l t penstvely, whispering to-
herself the words Of VilIon's song:
Daughters of Pleasure, one and all,
of form n features delicate"
she mur1nured to herself. AS she did
SO, Villon, weary of wandering in he
rose alleys, came into the moonlit
space and saw the cloaked and hooded
ngure where it sat. In a ome his
mind recalled the strange greetings
ne had overheard between the two pill
grims.
There is another Of those Pilgrims
he said to himself, determined now to
solve the mystery. He crossed the
grass quickly to the figures side and
saluted it.
Hail, little brother"
Huguette leaped to her feet and an.
swered lightly:
Hail, little sister,"
why little sister?" villon asked in
some establishment.
The masked pilgrim answered him
smartly:
If I am a brother Of yours, you must
need be a sister of mine. But you talk
out Of the litany."
1 4AlS L i SRI - u.
you give me ~responses?"
Huguette shrugged her shoulders.
I Will give you no more than good
by" she said, and turned to leave him,
but Villon caught her by the arm.
You shall not show me your heels
till show myself you face" he In
sisted.
Before the girl could prevent him,
he had flung back her hood n
snatched the mask from her face. To
his amazement he found himself look
Ing on the fair, familiar face of HUI
guette, and in establishment he cried
her name. The girl, astounded at be-
ing recognized. came close to him.
WHO are you?" she asked.
For answer Villon unmasked.
Huguette looked closely into his face,
at first without any sign of recogni-
ton, then suddenly the knowledge
came to her and she caught him in
her arms with a cry Of joy.
Francois, dear devil, where have
you been this thousand years? They
said you were banished. How brave
you are! Where did o steal SO much
~splendor? Are you cutting purses?
Are you plucking manifest"
Villon tried to stay her questions.
! What are you doing here, Abbess?"
: "The fair Noel has taken a week.
long fancy to me, n I am making an
age-long fool of him. Kiss me-" she
!. urged, putting her face very near to
,. villon's. Villon drew back his head.
! you should keep your kisses for'the
fair fool Noel"
> Huguette drew away from. him an
: grily.
e "When you were as lean as a cat and
= as ragged as a sparrow, you We're not
: so nice a precisian. Has some great
: lady bewitched you?. Can you only
{ WOO in silk and win in velvet? If the
! kernel be sweet, what does the husl
Z matter? Heavens pity! Why shoult
:, a woman love you?"
Villon took no notice Of her petulanct
Q but repeated his question:
= What are you doing here, Abbess?
l. The girls rage was as short as a sum
q mer's shower. She turned again t.
e him, fondling him.
n well, I cannot shut the door Of m.
heart in your smooth face. Rene d
o Montigny has a great game afoot, an
you are back in time to share in it"
s "What gamer" Villon asked
Huguette answered.:
n THE fair fool Noel, advised by me
has persuaded the king to see an as
u trologer here tonight when the garden
a are quiet. Noel believes the astrologe
n will advise the king to fling his gran
W constable out Of the window and ca
Messire Noel in at the door, but tn
1t comrades Of the cockelshell really mea
y much more mischief. When once W
le get the king within reach Of u fingers
we mean to snap him up and carry hin
d, out of Paris, willy nilly, and sell him t
T. the Duke OF Burgundy"
/ Villon caught his breath.
e "a great camel" he cried. But WI
is this astrologer?"
&"Thibaut d'A%ussigny," she answers
~ who pretends to be dead, but who III
=, for this revenge
at Villon leaped to his feet. He remen
bered what Katherine thought she ha
" seen.
"Then it was he!" he said.
:. Etiquette went on with her story.
l! "Noel is to give us the signal by or.
ing an owls cry thrice
" Villon was revolving many though
; in his mind and he hardly needed her.
q, "This adventure of the astrolog
might be turned to my advantag
N, muttered to himself, as he paced res
he less1y on the grass. IT have but
it. close my eyes and shut my ears and t
good Thibaut carries the good Lou
nd to the good Burgundy tonight, and the
can be no hanging Tomorrow"
nd The girl followed after him, catchi1
at his sleeve to stay him.
bel What are you talking about?E
Villon went on, unheeding her, VIII
"a, pering to himself:
he "If they cut CATER Louis throat b
tween them, the world were rid Of
MS crooked -witted king, and I free to "
Katherine, hold Paris, be the first m
Nv, in France
tic Francois, speak to me, Hugue1
RS pleaded, but she PLEADED IN vain.
err CONTINUED Next Week.
for -~--
Civic Pride.
~ 1a,aoro Trif,1ne. ST J,o1is Many
80 have to pay $14 a. ton for coal? We c
III cot II in our town for $40.