Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1903-01-03

dry thinking: let's 20 drinking!" As
he spoke yillon rose to join his com
rades. when his quick y noted ma.
Robin Turgis had fallen asleep on ms
bench. Villon skipped Lightly towaru
him. dexterously unlocked his bunch OF
| keys from his girdle, and, with a tri-
umphant gesture, made on uptos ~.
the cellar door, which he unlocheq anu
through which he disappeared. Louis
looked after him with an acid smils.
| Tristan leaned forward and plucked al
the kings sleeve. shall i hang MIN
tomorrow? 2" he asked. hoarseiy.. Inc
king turned, musing, to his nencnIhan
I'VE shall see! He is a loose-hppeu
fellow, but he might have been q man
He has Set me thinking OF my cream:
1 was a swine riotihg In the streets Oh
Paris and l found a pearl-"en, mi ms
Let us kill the time with cards I'LL I'M
baut d'Aussigny comes" Tristan pro-
duced a pack OF cards from his pouch
and laid them on the table. do you
think he will conner" he asked.
HE does not expect TO find me mere
I promise YOU" Louis answered. ne
would not come IL he did. Barber III
vier is to warn me OF his coming AS
he spoke the inn door opened a nttle
and the king, hearing the chck Oh 'he
catch, asked: us that heT
Tristan glanced round over his shoul-
der. The door was pushed partly OPEN
and an old, stopped women was peep
ing %curiously into the room. tristan
shrugged his shoulders. -,
mo, SIRE he snarled; another ola
woman"
BY this time the king had arranged
the cards to his satisfaction. He made
an imperative gesture to his companion
to seat himself, and In a few SECONDS
had forgotten everything else in the ex-
element OF the game. Meanwhile the
old woman, having pushed the oool
wide open, came softly into the roofn'
She was a quiet, m~ild-faced creature
one Of those human shadows VINO sus-
gest without tragedy faded youth and
vithered comeliness. She vas very
poorly but very neatly dressed, in worn
gray and rusty black, and the hnen
FOLDS about her lined face were scru-
pulously clean. She looked anxiously
around her, shading her eyes with her
hand, in the dim light Of the tavern
unable to discern much, but evidently
eager to discern something.
Rene de Montigny, tired OF teasing
Isabeau, SUDDENLY looked up and caught
sight of the old woman as she stood,
very helpless and wistful, peering o
her. An impish spirit floated leaf-llke
on the surface of his mind. He rose TO
his feet and danced towards her in a
fantastic manner, sweeping her a pro-
found s%alutation as he approached her.
your pleasure, sweet princess?' he
said with mock Difference.
The old woman turned her wrinkled
yisage up to his in wonder.
us Master Francois Villon In this
sir?" she faltered.
Montigny treated her to another pro-
found bow.
Sweet creature" he simpered, i
kiss your hand and inquire"
He turned to his companions at the
table and his eye rested mockingly on
the bowed figure of Huguette. After
Master Villon had told his tale HUI
euette had been glum enough, and her
comrades finding her ~snappish wisely
left her to herself. She had pulled a
pack of cards from her scarlet pouch;
she had been spelling out her fortune
silently, and the death ard insisted
itself again and again with grim per-
tinacity. With a sense of despair that
was TRANCE to her airy nature she had
bowed her face on her arms and was
sobbing softly to herself. Montigny
was not a man to be touched by a
woman's sorrow. He mockingly gesti-
culated over her BEN shoulders as he
cried to the others in a false whisper:
There is a beautiful woman at the
door, beseeching our Francois"
The moment these words fell on HUI
guette's ears, they stung her into life
and activity. She leaped to her feet
in a flash.
Continued Mex Week.)