The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1903-03-13

had left it. She took it up and began
to threm it pensiveiy, whispering to.
herself the words of Villon's song:
Daughters of Pleasure, one and all,
OF form and features delicate"
h murmured to herself. AS she did
so, Villon, weary of wandering in the
rose alleys, came n the moonlit
space and saw the cloaked and hooded
figure where it sat. In a momen his
mind recalled the strange greetings
he had overheard between the two pill
grims. pr.
"There is another of those pilgrims"
he said to himself, determined now to
solve the mystery. He crossed the
grass quickly to the figures side and
saluted it.
Hail, little brother"
Huguette leaped to her feet n an,
swered lightly:
Hail, little sister,"
why little sister," Villon asked in
some establishment.
The masked pilgrim answered him
smartly:
IF I am a brother of yours, you must
need be a sister of mine. But you ak
out of the litany."
VIVA HARM Villon retorted, IF
Sou give llle IeSpOllSSS AZ. ..
Huguette shrugged her shoulders.
Il will give you no more han good
by" she said, and turned to leave him,
but Villon caught her by the arm.
you shall not show me your heels
till I show myself your face" he in
sisted.
Before the girl could prevent him,
he had flung back her hood and
snatched the mask from her face. To
Iic , y, n - orooot In fn,,r1 hiroCn1f 10Nl-
ing on 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 you?" she asked.
For answer Yillon unmasked.
Huguette looked closely into his face.
at first without any sign vi 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 We're banished. How brave.
you are! Where did you steal so much
Splendor? Are you cutting purses?
Are you plucking mantles?"
Villon tried tt stay her questions.
"What are you doing here, Abbess?'
"The fair Noel has taken a week.
long fancy to me, n l am making an
dSS-lOllS lOOl VI illll. IA1SS liz llC
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 you only
woo in Si1E and win in Vo1vat IF the
kernel be sweet, what does the husk
matter? Heavens pity! Why should
a Woman love you"
Villon took no notice Of her petulance
but repeated his question:
what are you doing here. Abbess?"
The girls rage was as short as a sum-
mer's shower. She turned again to
him, fondling him..
well, I cannot shut the door of my
heart in your smooth face. Rene de
Montigny has a great game afoot, and
you are back in time to share in It,"
What game?" Villon asked.
Huguette answered:
1.-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 astrologe1
will advise the king to fling his grand
constable out of the window and cal!
Messire Noel in at the door, but the
comrades of the cockelshell really NEAR
much more mischief. When nee we
get the king within reach Of u fingers
we mean to snap him up and carry him
out of Paris, willy nilly, and sell him tc
the Duke of Burgundy"
Villon caught his breath.
"a great camel" he cried. But who
is this astrologer?" .
"Thibaut d'Aussigny," h answered
"whO pretendS to be dead, but who lives
for this revenge"
Villon leaped to his feet. He remem'
bered what Katherine thought she haG
seen.
Then it was he!" he said.
Huguette went on with her story.
"Noel is to give us the signal by cry
ing an OWLS cry thrice"
Villon was revolving many thought:
in his mind and he hardly needed her.
"This adventure Of the astrologe,
might be turned to my advantage
Here is a chance in q thousand" h
muttered to himself, as he paced rest
lessly on the grass. 1T have but t.
close my eyes and shut my ears and tn
good Eliibaut carries the good Loui
to the good Burgundy tonight, and Their
can be no hanging tomorrow"
The girl followed after him, catching
at his sleeve to stay him.
What are you talking about?"
Villon went on, u%nheeding her, whis
pering to himself:
IF they cut CATER Louis throat be
tween them, the world were rid of
crooked-witted king, and I free to vii
Katherine, hold Paris, be the first maj
in France"
Francois, speak to me-" Huguett
pleaded, but she pleaded in vain.
CONTINUED Next Week.)