The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-01-09

ed so many generations of French chill
dren to sleep, DO, do, renfant do, Zen
FAINT dormira tantot."
well, nanny, your dutiful son has
made a song for you to sing yourself
to sleep with. I went to church the
other day. Oh, on my honor, l did
this was in reply to q startled look of
surprise that flooded the old woman's
face-"and a prayer came into my
head-a prayer for you to say to our
lady"
The old oma kissed him fondly on
the forehead.
My love Bird she said, and as she
spoke a boyish look hat had long been
absent from Villon's face came back
to it for a moment.
Here it isl he said. Listen" And
he whispered to her the verses he had
made, while the old m crossed
herself r~eyerentially.
Lady Of heaven, queen of earth,
Empress of he'll, 1 kneel and plead
You pity, by the holy birth,
The humblest Christian of the creAd;
cannot write; I cannot read;
l am a woman poor and old,
But in the church, where 7 behold
The gates of paradise, I cry
Woman to m make me bold
In thy belief to live and die"
There, nanny, there is a pretty
prayer for you"
Mother Villon was dissolved in tears
and sobbed on his shoulder.
you should have been a good man"
she said.
Villon stroked her hair very gently.
"We are as heaven pleases, dear"
He paused for a moment, then sudden
~ remembering the silver coin which
he had confiscated from the king, he
dipped his fingers into his pouch and
produced it.
Here is something for you, nam
my" he said. and as the old woman
with a faint flush on her worn cheeks,
seemed about to protest, he insisted.
"Oh, yes. Take it, take it. 1t was
honestly come by, and you will spend
1T more honestly than I should" He
forced the coin into her lean, brown
hand. and added, Now run away,
nanny, n pray yourself to sleep.
You shall see me soon, I promise you.'
He led her gently across the tavern
floor to the door, which he opened for
her. AS h turned to go, she looked
up to him and repeated two lines Of his
prayer:
"Woman to woman, make me bold
In thy belief to live and die"
As the door closed and Vilon turned
20 come back to his seat, Jehan lie Loup,
VINO had beer eyeing him and who vas
g to pay off the score Of his
cracked crown, rose to his feet, drag
g1ng 1sabeau with him, and barred his
passage.
Kiss a young mouth for a change
he said, and thrust the girl against the
poet. Villon brushed them both aside,
Go to h DEVIL he said angrily,
hand sought his weapon n once
again he was restrained.
He is IN one Of his bad moods" said
isabeau. Leave him to himself," and
she drew her reluctant companion back
to the table, while Villon seated him
self in a corner Of the settle, starins
into the fire.
AT the moment the tavern door was
thrust open violently and Guy. Tabarie
rushed into the ROOM, his great moor
face sweating, his eyes bullying, his
fringe of crimson locks flaming out
from the esg-shell dome Of his bald
head, his mighty belly swaying with g
passion Of excitement.
"~Friends!" he shrieked, at the tor
OF his voice, there's a fight at Fa1
Margots between two wenches. The,
are stripped to the waist and at II
hammer and tengs. Come and see fol
the love Of God!"
The whole band was afoot in an in.
slant, clamantly agog. Guy Tabarie
turned as he finished speaking ane
rushed through the open deor into the
SHINING moonlit street. The rest trailee
AFTER him, wandering stars In the ia:
or a dishenorable comet, shouting
screaming, laughing, pushing, painting
eager for the promised sport.
III crown the victor!" cried Mon.
t1gny as he ran-and I'll console thu
Vanquished!" shouted Jehan le Loup
as he brought UP the rear of the road
ana vanished, gathering, into the night
only Huguette remained of all the
fellowship, and she turned instructive.
ily to Villon when he crouched over thu
dying fire.
will you come, Francois" she
Whispered softly. Villen lifted his head
for a moment from his hands to sig
nifty a refusal.
NAY, I am reading"
Huguette blaze out at him a fierce
you lie!" which failed to move the
poet from his melancholy resolve.
"A man may read without book" he
said. 60 your ways, girl, and skelr
both the hussies!" He dropped into E
detected heap again, ob1ivious of the
girl, who looked at him half sadly, hall
oHSAiS L " Oil 1llSCdIll, ana Ile0 dis
appeared In her turn into the cause.
way, calling upon her knavish heralds
to wait for her.
Robin Turgis, shutting the doer after
her with q sigh Of satisfaction, retired
to his own quarters to seek sleep unit
custom should return. Louis and Iris.
tan, deep On their cards. paid little heee
to anything else.
Your barber tarries," Tristan saic
after a pause.
The game makes amends" Louis
answered.
You are winning, SIRE" Tristan
grunted. The king chirruped merit.
ly.
My grandsire will be remembered
longer than most kings for the sake Of
these MASTERS and winners that the3
made to soothe his Madness"
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