Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1903-03-14

he had flung back her hood and
snatched the mask from her race. 10
his amazement he found himself look
ing OF 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 your" 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, you dear devil, where have
you been this thousand years? They
said you were banished. How brave
you are! Where did you steal so much
splendor? Are you cutting pursesf
Are you p%lucking manifest"
Vlllon tried to stay her questions.
what are you doing here, AbbessT
"The fair Noel has taken a week.
long fancy to me, and / 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.
when you were as lean as a cat and
as ragged as a sparrow, you were not
so nice a precisian. Has some great
lady bewitched you? Can o orly
WOO in silk and win in velvet? If the
kernel BE- sweet, what does the husk
matter? Heavens pity! Why should
a woman love your"
Villon took no notice of her p~etulance
but repeated his question:
What are you doing here, Abbess?"
The girls rage was as short as a sum-
Y~gy'e clapvar Gha f1rnn6 again To
him, fcndiing him.
"Well | cannot shut the door Of my
heart in ydsT smooth face. Rene de
Montigny has a Efcat game afoot, and
you arc back "a time to share in It,"
What game?"' Villon asked.
IIuguette answered:
THE fair fool Noel, advised by me,
has persuaded the king TO see an as
~trologer here tonight when the gardens
are quiet. Noel believes the astrologer
will advise the king to fling his grand
constable out of the window and call
Messire Noel in at the door, but the
comrades Of the cockelshell really mean
much more mischief. When once we
get the king within reach OF our fingers,
we mean TO snap him up and carry him
out of Paris, willy nilly, and sell him to
the Duke or Burgundy
Villon caught his breath.
"a great Same!' he cried. But who
is this astroiogcr?"
"Thibaut d'Aussigny," she answered,
who pretends to be dead, but who lives
for this revenge"
Villon lcapcd to his feet. He remem-
bered what Katherine thought she had
seen.
'"Then II was he!" he said.
HuguCtte went on with her story.
Noel is to give us the signal by cry
ing an OWLS cry thrice"
Nillun was revolving many thoughts
in his mind and he hardly needed her.
This adventure OF the astrologer
might be turned to my advantage.
Here is q chance in a thousand" he
to himself, as he paced rest
leSgly on the grass. II have but to
close my eyes and shut my ears and the
good Thibaut carries the good Louis
to the good Burgundy tonight, and there
can be no hanging tomorrow"
The girl followed after him, catching
at his sleeve to stay him.
what are you talking about?"
Villon went IN, unheeding her, whis-
pering to himself:
IF they cut CATER Louis throat be-
tween them, the world were rid of n
crooked -witted king, n ! free to win
hold Paris, be the first man
In France
francois, speak to me-" Huguette
pleaded, 0ut she pleaded in vain.
CONTINUED Next Week.)