Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1903-03-26
CHAPTER XIII.
THE REDE OF FIVE RIDING

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THE REDEf OF FIVE RIDING
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Through the silent streets, of Paris
slender line of steel moved slowly
the thread of VIII ch,s Master FRANCOIS
Nillon was the needle prieked to sew
the. realm OF France together. The
grand constable rode at the head with
the lords of Lau. of Riviere and of
Nantoillet, and somewhere at the tail
rode the 1--WE released rascals and
babbled. beneath their bfeatt1s' as they
rode. For the order to keep. silence
did not count until the gates of Paris
were: reached and began to turn on their
hinges to let Villon's adventures forth.
Every man of the rufflans. had afstout
sword swinging at his girdle: every
NUN of them sported q steel cap upon
his head; every man Of them felt his
heart pulsing with rare emotions and
hts brain busy with strange thoughts.
Rene de Montigny spoke first the thing
that filled his mind.
1T must be devil of a btisiness,''
he reflected. Ito be hullied like that by
beauty. Blood. but she Is beautiful.
and blood but she can below
Guy. Tabar1e chuckfed fatty II have
been bullied 50 many times by grey
i
trouncing patiently from such a pair Of
lips. 1t was meat and drink to look at
her and think Thoughts" -.
Jehan lie Loup frowned sourly. Had
1 been Master Francois and black Louis
not been by should have tried to mend
my luck with q cudgel At best and
worst she would have had something to
Casin Cholet licked his lips. II shall
think of her." he said. '"when next j
meet with a. sweetheart. With q little
wit your honest rascal can be as happy
as king. Inetile dark all fur Is of the
same color"
Colin.de, Cayeulx yawned. What are
we going a-riding for,?" he questioned.
II would sooner have stayed In the
kings rose garden and filled my belly
lord in gold tissue pitied u.s.: And, to
think that 1t was no more than Fran
COTS after all! could jam my dagger
such ninny'-of nle.'' ;'1'si{ssa9s
II knew him all, the time Guy Ta-
barrie was beginning when Rene de
M,ontigEy silenced him with ringing
saddled the fat rogue. "You lie, Noun
TAIN, you lie,Y he whispered, do you
think that If he cheated me your pigs
eyes could read the riddle? No. no, he
fooled us fairly and he fooled JUS we'll,
but he treated us kindly and we can
afford to cry quits" -, 81, e.i,.s-si -
"a strange, thing unused Colin, that
and q. trif1e of dirt less on4a mans
cheek, with some matter of clean linen
and a smooth jerkin, can make such a
difference" ~ :, s.4.4;.
mot at all,' said Rene de Montigny;;
we are all the same at the core, every
man-jack and woman-jtu Of. us. hun
gering, thirsting, lusting. just after the
same fashion. IT'S only the coat that
counts: g. s.,.
9 "'Tis you who lie now grsuunited
'Tabarie. 4 There's no gold tissue in the
world that would make you as cunning
as Francois. You would never have
done as he did III the king had made
you the pick of the litter,
Rene whistled through his teeth.
May be SO, may be not, he said. mo
man can tell what he may do till he is
oh, opportunity, golden opportunity!
If Iwere, Francois ,Villon would! shape
an image of gold in, your name and
praise you for d saint." n SET I
~. wonder, What that girl will. say
unused Taharle. ..'if our francois comes
back with the duke OF Burgundy, In
his pocket!i -
i y,
Jehan lie Loup, IF he trundles back feet
foremost with a hole in his body and
half head"
"Whatever happens is sure to vex
her." said Casin Cholet. women are
made that way"
Our poor minions will be lonely to-
night" said Colin.
II doubt it," said Rene de Montigny
drily, and then he sighed a little
! "I)oor Ahha4Sin
Sudden tears smeared Tabarie's ia,
/ checks.
She was brave wench IL ever
he snivelled. Through welfare or ILL
! fare she was always the same. and
would share board and blanket with a
friend though his pouch was as barren
! as Sarah's body"
ut was ten thousand pities." said
Rene, that she fell SO lovesick fol-
Francois. Did he give her some philtre
/ some elixir. do you think? Francois
| is fine fellow, though, I'll not deny
1t, but he's had the DEVILS own luck
and by our patron st. Nicholas there be
! others as fine as he"
/ AS he spoke the great gate Of the city
! yawned noiselessly, and stealthy and
4 silent the hope of Paris glided into the
darkness and was swallowed up by the
/ night.