The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-03-06

The little group whom he addressed
fingered In q gracious silence for 4
short pace Singer and listeners
seemed to be in an exquisite Isolation OF
moonlight and soft odors. Katherine
murmured penstve1y to herself:
Where are the SHOWS of yesterday ~
Her eyes We're shining like summer
stars, her parted lips made Villon think
OF l p pomegranates, her mind was
wandering In the Islands Of the Blest
Win lovers and ladies whom Villon bad
praised. Villon dismissed melancholy
with n Jest:
Sweet ladies'" he said; tiny song is
sung. Dc not let 1t dishearten you, for,
believe me, 1t will snow again next wear
ana lie white and light on the graves
OF zeal lovers. Yesterday is dead, and
tomorrow comes never"
he drew very colse to Katherine and
whispered the END OF his sentence in
her ear:
Let us live and love today"
Katherine gave a little start as she
aIopped from ~cloudland and looked at
MIN. He drew back and turned to the
others. "
Fair ladies'" he said; shall we 20
TO the great hall where the Italian play
ers gambol?"
The women gathered about him,
I'LL loT MS song, and then
Iluttered away like brilliant birds, UP
the steps to the terrace. AS they did
SO a figure in a pilgrims gown came
from the scented gloom of one of the
rose alleys. paused for a moment as
II undecided as to his course, and then
proceeded to cross the pace of NOON
Ut grass. He did not heed Katherine,
standing in the shadow, till he almost
touched her. Then he glanced at her.
ana with a stifed exclamation hurried
past, plunged into the darkness of an
opposite alley, and disappeared. Kath.
crime gave a little cry that was almost
q cry OF fear, and ran swiftly to where
piilon stood apart at the foot Of the
steps awaiting her pleasure.
MY lord!' she cried, and he, turning,
swiftly Responded:
My LADY,"
This masking kindles fancies. I
hough but now that the eyes Of
Thibaut d,Aussigny glared on me from
under a pilgrims hood"
Villon frowned.
"A villasnous apparition. For the
news is that he lies dead in the camp
of Burgundy"
Katherine gave a little shudder.
Il always hated him: almost feared
him. If he be dead, I hope he will not
haunt me. All! I Jingle tonight like a
lutte that is tuned too high"
Let US think of no evil things to-
night Villon responded. will you
watch the players?"
Katherine shook her head.
Nay, / am more in a mood for moon
light than candle light
Fillon o at her in silence, a ST.
lence of seconds that seemed to both Of
them like the silence Of hours. The
hearts Of both We're houses of sweet
hopes, and the brains of both were
hives of happy thoughts.
May l ask you a question: Villon
said, and the girl answered:
Surely
Are you content with me?"
You have done much"
Il have more to do. For seven days
l have wrestled with greatness as Ja-
cob wrestied with the angels: 1 have
made the king popular, the Parisians
loyal, the army Faithful
Then why do you linger here where
feast and ladies dance?'
fillon's voice swelled proudly as he
answered:
IT want the duke Of Burgundy to be-
that the kings favorite is a zany,
and the kings court an orgy, where the
kings honor melts like a pearl Il q pot !
OF vinegar. But our swords are tenn
pered in wine and sharpened to dance
music, and tonight we ride"
The girl sighed. I would that 1 were
a mar that 1 might ride with you"
Villon came close to her and peered
into her eyes.
IT ride in your honor. Heaven has
been very good to me, and I serve
France serving you. Perhaps I serve
both for the last time"
For the last timer" she repeated.
V SO, my sweet Lady Echo.
Those far away lanterns warn me that
| may die tomorrow. Some Of us will
be dreaming u last dreams by sun
rise. l may be one of those heavy
.sleepers."
why, you may die IL you ride on
the kings business, but SO may I who
sit at home and eat my heart"
For whom"
Il will tell you that tomorrow"
Villon touched her lightly on the
and pointed to the grey tower on
whose weather-beaten wall the quaint
old dial showed plainly in the bright
moonlight, with it's wise Latin inscrip-
ton: DUN spectas, Fugit Hora,
.arpe Diem"
There is no time like now time,
dial there is as wise as he wis
est" And he rapidly rendered the an
tlque maxim into O running rhyme:
how fast time hurr1es past.
Ihen use each hour while in YOU power;
comes the sun but time flies on.
proceeding ever, returning never.
Katherine tried to laugh,
This was old wisdom when Noah
sailed the seas she said, and drew a
little apart from him. Villon followed
her.
CONTINUED Next Week.)
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