The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-01-02

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as she cried ~passionately: II forgive
you much. for that light In your eyes"
But he.poet seemed weary after SO
and dropped on his hogshead. The
rogues ratified away to their table again,
and Villon was left alone with Louis.
who questioned him drtly: You call
yourself a patriot, / supposed"
Villon had recovered sufficient energy
to drain a mug of Wine. He turned to
the king, passing his hand over his
forehead. by no such high-sounding
title" he answered. 81 am but a 10
devil with a heart too big for his body
and a hope too large for his hoop. Had
I been begotten in q brocaded bed, ]
might have led armies and served
France; have loved ladies without fear
of cudgellings, n told kings truths
without dread OF the halter, while as 1t
is, I consort with sharps and wantons,
and make my complaint to a dull little
buzzard like you, old noodle! oh, its
a FOOLS play and it were well to be out
of it,
You won't have long to worry" iris
tar muttered to himself under his
breath, and found great comfort in the
thought. Louis merely said: you are
sententious!"
Villon took him up quickly. The
quintessence Of envy, no less. ] have
great thoughts, great desires, great
ambitions, great appetites, what you
will. I might have changed the world
and left a memory. AS it is ! sleep In a
garnet under the shadow Of the ga1lows,
and shall be forgotten tomorrow, even
by the wolves / pack with. But this is
dry thinking; let's to drinking!" As
he spoke Villon rose to join his COM
rades, When his quick y noted that
Robin Turgis a fallen asleep on his
bench. Villon skipped lightly toward
him, dexterously unlocked his bunch OF
keys from his girdle, and, with a tri-
umphant gesture, made on tiptoe for
the cellar door, which ne unlocked and
through which he disappeared. Louis
locked after him with an acid smile,
Tristan leaned forward and plucked at
the kings sleeve. Shall I hang him
tomorrow" he asked, hoarsely. The
king turned, musing, to his henchman.
1--WE shall see! He is a loose-lipped
fellow, but he might have been a man.
He has set me thinking of my dream.
I was a swine rioting in the streets OF
Paris and I, found a pearl-well, Well
Let us kill the time with cards till Thi-
{baut d'Aussigny comes" Tristan pro-
2duced a pack of cards from his pouch.
and laid them on the table. DO o
think he will Gomez" he asked.
He does not expect to find me here,
I promise you,' Louis answered. He
would not come If he did. Barber Oil
vier is to warn me of his coming" As
he spoke the inn door opened a little
and the king, hearing the click of the
catch, asked: is that he?"
Tristan glanced round over his Shout
der. The door was pushed partly open,
and an old, STOPPED women was peep
ing curiously into the room. Tristan
shrugged his shoulders.
NO, sire" he snarled; another old
woman
BY this time the king had arranged
h cards to Sis satisfaction. He made
an imperative GESTURE to his companion
to seat himself, and in a few seconds
had forgotten everything else in the x
citement of the game. Meanwhile the
old woman, having pushed the door
wide open, came softly into the room.
She was a quiet, mild-faced creature,
one Of those human shadows who sug-
gest without tragedy faded youth and
withered comelfness. She was very
poorly but very neatly dressed, In worn
gray and rusty black, and the linen
folds about her lined face were scru-
pulously clean. Shit looked a~nxiously
around her, shading her eyes with her
hand, in the dim light Of the tavern,
unable to discern muchy but evidently
eager to discern something.
Rene de Montigny, tired of teasing
Isabeau, SUDDENLY looked up and caught
sight of the old woman as she stood,
very helpless and wistful, peering about
her. An impish spirit foated leaf-like
on h surface of his mind. He rose to
his feet and danced towards her in a
fantastic manner, sweeping her a pro-
found %salutation as he approached her.
"Your pleasure, sweet princess 2" he
said with mock Difference.
The old woman turned her wrinkled
visage up to his in wonder.
rs Master Francois Villon in this
company, sir?" she faltered.
Montigny treated her to another pro-
found bow
Sweet creature he simpered. Il
kiss you hand and inquire"
He turned to his companions at the
table and his y rested mockingly on
the bowed figure Of Huguette. After
Master Villon had told his tale HUI
guette had been glum enough, and her.
comrades finding her snappish wisely
left her to herself. She had pulled a
pack Of cards from her scarlet pouch;
she a been spelling out her fortune
silently, and the death card insisted
itself again and again with grim per-
tinacity. With a sense of despair that
was strange to her airy nature she had
bowed her face on her arms and was
sobbing softly to herself. Montigny
was not a mar to be touched by q
woman's sorrow. He mockingly gesti-
culated over her bent shoulders as he
cried to the others in a false whisper:
There is a beautiful woman at the
door, b~eseeching u Francois"
The moment these words fell on HUI
g%uette's ears, they stung her into life
and activity. She leaped to her feet
in a flash.
Continued Next week.)
Reciprocity.
Chicago Tribune: These shoes, doc
tor said the cobbler, after a brief ex-
animation, "ain't worth mending."