The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1905-02-10

ChoiCS VI volumes was not large, OUT
Marguerite, the kings sister, possessed
some rarely executed poems in their
mechanical aspect. The monarch per-
mitted her the use Of several precious
chronicles, while the abbess in the
convent near by, who esteemed Louise
for her piety and accomplishments,
submitted to her care a gorgeously
painted. satin bound Life Of st. Ag.
nes," Roman virgin who died under
the sanguinary persecution Of Diocle-
tan. But JacQueline frowningly no
dced that the saints life lay idle con-
spicuously, though fittingly, on the al
tar table, while a manuscript OF the
Queen Of Navarro suspiciously nc.
companied the Jester when he sought
the pleasant nook selected for reading
and conversation.
1t was to this spot the maid repaired
one soft summer afternoon. where she
found the fool and n volume-Mnr-
guerite's. by the purple binding and
the love knot In silver-awaiting
doubtless the coming OF the princess,
and at the sight Of them-the book Of
romance and the Jester who brought it
what wonder her patience gave wayf
you have been here now a fortnight,
Monsieur Diplomat" she continued,
bending the eyes which Triboulet so
feared upon the other.
Thirteen days, to be exact, sweet
Jacqueliner' he answered calmly.
Indeed! Then there is some hope
for you II you've kept track Of time"
she returned pointedly.
What mean you. gentle mistressT
he asked quietly, without even hooking
at her.
"'Sweet Jacqueliner Gentle mis-
tress! You are profuse with soft
words!" she cried sharply.
"And yet they turn you not from an
ger"
"Anger!" she said. her eyes flashing.
mot another man at court would dare
to tnlk to me as you do"
II know, mistress" he returned iron
ically. you have a reputation for sor-
cery, but think 1t lies more in your
eyes than In the moon." ~,
And yet I san see e. saat asaHiyred deIaa! f4E al!
ly.
THE futureT' he retorted, and look.
ca from the earth to the sky. What
n tne goal Of yonder tiny cloud? Can
you tell me that?'
The goal7" she repeated, uplifting
her head. "Wait! 1t is very small.
ihs sun is already swallowing It I'D"
"HeighoT' yawned the Jester, out.
stretching his yellow pointed boot. "I
catch not the moral to the fable-an
there be onc!'
"The morals! she said quickly. "Ask
Aarot."
"Why Marot3" balancing the stick
with the FOOLS head in his hand.
Because he dared love Queen Mar.
guerite" she answered impetuously.
The fool in motley; the lady in purplei
dow he jested at her wedding! How
ne wept when he thought himself
alone!'
He had but himself to blame,
Jacqueline.' returned the other, with
composure, although his eyes were now
Dent straight before him. "He could
not climb to her: she could not stoop
to him. Yet, dare say, It was mad
oesam he would not have feregone."
Not have foregonev she exclaimed
quickly. What would he not have
given to tear It from his breast--aye.
tnough he tore his heart with It! That
Gay. bright and fair, when Henry
oAibret. king of Navarro. took her I'm
his arms and kissed her brow! When
amid gay festivities she became his
orlde! Not hare foregone? Yes; Marot
would foregD that day-and other
days"
Still that inertia: that irritating i'm.
mobility. "What tragic tale for a
summer da!tg' was his only comment.
ana CailletteP' she continued
rapidly. II distinguished In mien. grace
tul IN ma amer. In the house of his
patron he dared look up to that noble
mans dar Yhter, Diane de Poitiers. A
1ream, q youthful dream! Enter NJ.
10 breze., grand seneschaI OF Norman
~. shrhl I tell you the rest? How
Cai'iette' stares. moody, knitting his
orows at his cups! or what is the
lester tihinking?"
Whthther the grand seneschai will
ct him sleep with the spaniels. Jacqus.
Inc. OK turn him out" laughed the Jest
n.
AngrU y she clasped her hands before
lsr. US 1t the way your mind would
mover she retorted.
Jester without roof to cover him
hf e q dog without a kennel, mis-
re@ J."
- fou but seek to fiout me from my
ab =" she said sweetly. "Caillette is
VI ae such, as you know. They were
. ung together. Twas said he con-
ssed his love; that tokens passed be-
'een them. Rhymes he writ to her:
over. perhaps, she gave him. A fow-
he yet cherishes. mayhap. dried,