The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1903-04-03

which usurped q place In a familiar
scene. She shaded her eyes and peered
at it, asking:
'For whom do you build this gall
lows"
The glum hangman answered gloom
lily:
oddly enough we don't know.
Make me a gallows here says the con-
stable, in the open place, and sieges for
the king and his courtiers.,"
Mother V1llon, her simple curiosity
easily satisfied, dropped her inform
ant a curtsey and hobbled slowly up
the steps into the church.
Pctit-Jean stretched himself again
TIL go to sleep and dream Of hang
Trois- Eschelles put q lean finger to
his lean chin.
Treason, friend, If Tristan heard
you"
Petit-Jean's eyes twinkled.
We'll, let's say an archbishop" he
said.
Trois-Eschelles nodded a%pprovingly.
A archbishop ought to make a good
end"
His mind pleased itself with the Pic
ture Of so high a dignitary of the
church in his full canonicals coming
under his tender care and being ex-
horted by his pious counsels.
The two hangmen climbed on the
calmly Indifferent to the nature Of
their bed, were in a few moments fast
asleep and snoring IS merrily as If
every man In the world had been hung
and there was nothing else for them to
do but to take it easy for the rest Of
their days.
The hard WEAKNESS Of work n the
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so heavy-headed that their slumbers
We're not disturbed by the sound of
footballs, though the footballs echoed
strangely loud in the deserted place
the footballs of a woman. swift and
impatient, the footballs of a man swift
ly pursuing. In another moment the
woman and the man came into the open
space, now bright and shining with the
risen sun. The woman was Katherine
de Vaucelles; the man was Noel lie
Jolys.
AS Katherine entered the silent
square, she paused for a moment a few
PAGES from the church, and turning,
looked at her silent follower.
Why do you follow me?" h asked,
and Noel lie Jolys, who had logged her
footsteps from the palace, answered her
briskly:
you should not walk unguarded.
Therefore I shadow you"
Katherine scorned him.
You may well play the shadow, for
you s no shadow OF your own. The
streets are Very idle-the streets are
very quiet. I would sooner have my
loneliness than our company. Let me
pass to my prayers" For Noel had
glided between her and the church,
and stood barring her passage defer
entially.
For your lover?" he asked, and
Katherine flashed at him:
You have a small mind to ask, yet I
have a great mind to answer. My
prayers are for a brave gentleman
whom I shall never see again."
As h spoke, the cup of her heart
seemed to u over with red tears, and
the bitter waters trembled in her eyes.
Her thoughts wandered over the long
white night and her sleepless sorrow,
and her vigil by the window, looking
out into the rose garden, and her tired
eyes straining in vain through the dark
for any sight, and her tired ears Strain
ing In vain for any sound of the battle
in which the lord of her heart was risk
ing his life. For she knew 1t now; she
had learned 1t through those age-long
hours of agony, that he whom she
called her enemy was the lord of her
heart, hat in spite of all her rage at
the cheat hat had been put upon her,
she loved, not the great noble who had
done so much to I'VE France-no, nor
the ragged poet who a lent her his
sword-ar1n and his sword, but just the
man, by whatever name he might be
called and in whatever way Of life his
wheel Of fortune might spin, whose
hand had proved to be Of the right size
to hold her heart in its hollow. The
Katherine OF yesterday seemed dead
and buried. to have died a fiery death
of fierce thoughts fierce agonles, fierce
Civilizations, and from that travail a
new Katherine had come INTO being
with cleansed eyes to see the world
truly and with a cleansed SOU to know
a great souls truth.
Noel watched her in silence, but 1t
meant nothing to him, and he tripped
into her high thoughts cheerfully.
Il am a brave gentleman" he said,
patting himself approvingIy upon the
breast. II slew Thibaut d'Aussigny
last night. The king has taken me back
yesterday, I car play the wise mans
part tomorrow. I was a bubble and a
gull and a Ounce, If you like, out I
meant no harm to the king, and the
king smiles en- me. Cannot you do the
like?"
Katherine came out of her dream and
stood upon the earth again, and dis
uf4lled llllll. .uaFS- -aH= a4
mo. for you envy a great spirit and
your envy makes you a base thing"
Noel protested pettishly:
He is no maIi-angel. He is made
Of Adams clay like The rest Of u.s."
Katherine's thoughts had wandered
away from her escort; her minds ayes
We're busy with waving banners, the
shock, Of meeting lances, the glitter Of
steel coats and the heating of steel up
on steel. Through all the mel1ey, her
fancy spied n shining figure in bright
armor like, so it seemed to her, Arch
angel Michael or Archangel Gabriel,
riding in the pride of the fight with a
smile on his lips, sorrow in his heart,
and a token of white ribbon between
his breast-plate and his breast.
She answered, not Noel's words, but
her thoughts:
My pride has the right to hate him,
but I think he is still my sours man."
Noel was about to speak again, when
he suddenly fell back and DOTTED his
bonnet. Perched on the steps of the
church stood the stopped sable figure
of the king. just coming from his ma
final devotions. In the shadow behind
stood his shadows-Tristan and
Olivier.
Katherine, her attention swerved by
Noel's glance, turned and swayed a
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