The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1903-02-06

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90, ~ his answer came prompt.
\ "Cabbages.'
Ter Rene, Burgundian arrows. most
vohoemnable vegetables. Have a care.
LIS a pestllent crop and may poison the
~aIoener. Stand aside.'
asene de Montigny stared at his in
.sriocutor In a paroxysm Of amaze
nient. Here was his dearest secret
loose on the lips of his questioner. It
vas tne hrst time hat he had ven
suiSu boldly to gaze into the face Of
authority and Villon returned his gaze
uenantly. But there was no. recogni-
lion IN Montigny's eyes. He could see
no.hinS In common between the splen-
uiu gentleman who now addressed him
ana the ragged rhymester who shared
50 many squalid adventures with him,
LIZ II an instant he reverted his head
respectfully.
II your grace will deign,' he plead
ca, STRETCHING out his hands in en-
treaty. but Villon. was inexorable.
stand 6side," he repeated, and
Montlsny protesting was dragged back
TO MS place with his fellows while Vii
ION read the name Of the next rogue on
ne Hst, Which happened to.be that Of
Guy Tabarie.
BY this time villon's spirit had en-
Tered into a very complete appreciation
OF the humors OF the situation. Hav-
ing realized that his Identity was safe
even from the keen eyes Of Rene de
Montigny. he felt assured that he
might defy the Indifferent scrutiny OF
ms less alert companions. And though
ne made use Of the long pendant fold
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ufe MS countenance, he. was now so
confident CT his safety that he was pre-
pared TO greet each prisoner with COM
posture.
Guy Tabarte cut a piteous figure as
ne tottered across the grass. rudely pro-
PEELED by the violence OF the aoldier who
escorted him tweaking him by
mountain Of flesh, at the feet
OF the man whom he believed to be the
grand constable of France. With pit
eous .~gesticulat!ons and trembling
fingers, the red, gross ma knelt and
attempted to Plead fer mercy. Villon
eyed him sternly though he found it
hard to restrain his laughter.
You come with clean hands?" he
asked, and Guy answered., babbling, his
words tumbiing from him. tacoherent
and confused, holding out his huge
paws. like q schoolboy reproved for
want of soap and water:
AS Decent a lad, my lord, as evsr
Kept body n oul together by walking
on the straight and narrow path that
leads to-
He had suffered thu far when Vii
lon interrupted him.
"Ihe gaIloWs, Master Tabarie."
Guys bulk quivered in piteous mega
ton.
No. no; I have the fear of God In me
as strong as my man in Paris"
Fillon leaned over a little nearer to
his victim n breathed a question into
his e&r:
DO you know the Church Of St.
Maturtn, Master Tabarie?"
The little pis-like eyes of Tabarie
widened in surprise n he STAN
mered a No, my lord" that was in
i.self a fragrant confession of shameful
knoWledse. Viiion wagged his head
wisely.
Master Tabarie, Master Taharie,
your memory is failing you. Why, no
later than the middle of March >last
you broke into the church ct dead of
night and pilfered the gold plate from
the altar. The fear of God is not very
strong in you
II Master IT. RE had been listening
to the words OF u wizard, he could not
have been more astonished.
? Saints and angels!" he cried aloud,
This grand constable is the devil him
self. My lord, I was led astray; my
lord, L was not alone
Villon had had enough entertainment
from his fat companion.
He made a sign, n instantly a SOL
der swooped upon the groveling figure,
twitcned him to his feet and drew him
apart, suffering furious protestations
of innocence.
Villon looked at the list in his hand,
and this time he called for two names,
Colin de Caveulx and Casin Cholet."
and as he spoke. the two knaves We're
pushed forward towards him. Villon
drew the pair Il little way apart and
stood between them, cycling their
roguish faces on Which false affability
struggled with q very real fear.
Are you good citizens, sirs?" he
asked, and Coin Immediately answered
him:
Il am loath to sing my own praises.
but l can speak frankly for my friend
here. The king has no better subject.
and Paris no more peaceable burgess
h a Casin Cholet."
AS he spoke he waved Casin Cholet
a warm sa!utation. and Cholet re-
sponded to his praises with a friendly
grin and yet more friendly words:
III L nave any poor merits. l owe
ample. l have followed his lead, halt
ing and humble. Keep your eye on
Colin de Cayeulx,' I have ever said to
myself, and learn how q good man
lives"
Continued Next Week.
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