The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-02-13
..o men leered at each othe

the v,1Ion, hoping that their praises
Pcr0ss ether might have due effect
Pf cav great lord who seemed so con
hpon .at to them. Villon smiled.
descenu'rSs the Castor and Pollux OF
you No YOU remember the night OF
purity: oye tuesday and the girl you
AL Ia sa off to Fat Margot's and held
to Ial's erect of his words upon the two
me vas startling. The ugly episode
nlen IN in their memories and they
covered to find 1T known. IN a second
sh'si. .,n,Iated friendship Of bandit for
the 7. vanished and the two smen
banai, Of each other with the ferocity
giate ebting logs as they hurled accusa
OF ns and denial at each other:
tV Ur% Sg was Collins adventure!"
.rhst was Casin's enterprise!"
~ deplored IT.
81 Md no hand In 1T"
rorgntting their respect for author-
,i in the fury of their antagonism,
MlIS0,. struck angrily at each other
across their questioner Were crap
aTw in close combat when Villon made
p'I sisnal and they, in their turn, were
u .o od back raging into the ranks OF
tbair fellow prisoners.
y" Were was only one left ncw-Jehan
=, I0rp-who stood with folded arms
nd lowering brows, surveying the eff
sorts of his comrades. Villon made a
Gin, and the man was dragged into
his presence. Villon clapped him on the
shoulder.
You seem a brisk, assured fellow
for A man in duress."
The friendly demeanor of the great
man cheered the prisoner and he an
swered bluttly:
MY good conscience sustains me-
villon's -demeanor was still amicable
as he put his next question in a voice
that came only to Jehan's ears.
Il am glad to hear it. How did The
yenin Pensete come to his death?"
The muscles of Jehan lie Loup's face
tvitched for a moment, but he clinched
his fingers tightly ito restrain himself
and answered with a surly impassabil-
ity;
How should I know, my lord"
Villon drew him nearer and smoke
lower still.
WHO better? That nasty quarrel
over the cards, the high words and a
Snatch for the winnings, a tilted table,
an ~eXtinguished taper, a stab in the
dark and a groan. Exit Thevenin Pen
sete. Your dagger doesn't grow rusty!"
Jehan's face grew grayer and uglier,
but he kept his c~ountenance.
AlullSelSIleut, he answered, Il loved
him like a brother"
AS Cain loved Abel" villon said. He
made a sign, and Jehan lie Loup was
taken back to his fellows.
So far Villon had been sufficiently d.
yeTted. He had played upon the terrors
Of his friends, he had bewildered them
10 the top of his desire. He new fore
saw the possibility of sport more deli
cate as his glance fell upon the group
Of girls who clustered together like
frightened birds at the foot Of the
statue of Pan. He made a sign to Mes
sire Noel, and the gilded exquisite drew
neal.
Bring me hither those four gentle
wOnIen," he commanded.
The fop'S fac heightened with
amazed disapprobation.
'"Gentlewomen, messire? Those foul
doXies?"
NillOn reproved him.
They are women, good captain, and
you and l are gentlemen, or should be,
and must use them gently.
Messire Noel frowned and his hand
made a gesture in the direction Of his
sword -hilt; then he remembered the
folly of quarreling with so great a man,
and contented himself with struggling
his shoulders as he questioned:
And the demirep in the doublet and
hose?"
Let her stay for the present." villon
answered, n in obedience to a sign
from Noel the four girls came timidly
ioE"ard with downcast eyes, while HUI
guette remained apart, leaning COM
posedly against the image of Pan and
surveying the scene with a good
humored Indifference.
When the girls were close to him, VIII
Ion spoke:
Wen, young ladies', what is this
trade of yours that has brought you
Into trouble.
Jehanneton dropped a curtesy.
L make the caps that line helmets"
lsabeau followed quickly:
am a lace weaver. Enne, an hon
est trade"
Blanche came next.
/ am a slipper maker
Denise ended the catalogue.
And l a glover"
Mischief danced in Villon'S eyes.
NO worse and no better. A word in
your ear" He whispered something in
u each girls ear in turn, and as he did
b. each girl started, drew back, looked
confused, laughed and blushed,
1t is ever to be deplored that the
worthy Dom Gregory, whose ecclesiaS-
ucal history of Potion is. the source Of
= much curious nrOrInatlOn concern
ing Eillon, should have omitted, from
mistaken sense of delicacy, to chroni-
ce precisely what it was that the poet
whispered in the ears Of each of the
b!fIs. All he ~colidescends to recor in
ms Grabbed, canine Latin, is that VIII
ION showed so much intimate acquaint-
hhce with certain physical peculiarities
" whimsical adventures private to
tach damsel that she believed the
speaker's knowledge to be little less
tt"A supernatural. Literature of the
sklttlsh sort nus deplore the monastic
.eucence, but history can do no more
mar accept it and leave Imagination to
III IN the blank as best it pleases.
All history is certain of is that the
SITS gathered together, chatting like
spaTrows, each speaking rapidly:
/ gentleman is a wizard. Why,
he told me-
"Enne, a miracle; he reminded
Why, he Knows"
Each girl was whispering to the other
Mhat Villon had told her, when Villon
interrupted them.
1oung women. young, women, the
"o'lu is a devil OF a place for those who
@re poor. could preach you a power
~ sermon on your follies and frailties,
Dut, somehow, the words stick in my
Suilet. Here is a gold coin apiece for