Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1905-04-06

the hands OF Il soldier, while Sllken
shod foot with which she tapped the
ground would have nestled neatly in
his palm. Was ii pi4ue that moved her
thus to address the dukes jester
Since be had arrived Jac4ueline had
been rsleGAted. rs it We're. to the cor
ner= She, formerly ever first With the
princess had pertorcc stood aside on
the coming of the foreign fool whose
COMPANY her mistress strangely seem-
ed 10 prefer to her own.
First had it been talking, walking
and testing. III which last accomplish
mrnt he proved singularlX expert
iudsing from the peals of laughter 70
which her mistress occasionally gave
vent. Then II had become riding.
Hawking and. worst of all reading
Lately Louise. learned rs has been set
forth In the pr0fane letters. had dis
played II marked favor for books Of all
kindS Tie free Of Battle. hy Eon
net; ti.e "Breziary of Mobiles" in verse.
the %I.ivre DIES Fats NArnleS ct de
ChevaIersa." by Christine lie Pisan-
and III Il secluded garden spot with her
fool ana servant. she Sedul0usly pur-
sued her literary labors
.As books We're rare. being hand print
ed and haad iilumined. the princess
clt1iee Of volumes was lot large. but
Mar4licf lie tie kings sister. possessed
sol.le rarely executed poems III their
mechanical aspect. The monarch per
nitted her the use of several precious
chronicles. While the abpeSs in the
convent near by, Who esteemed Louise
for her pittN ami accomplishments,
submitted 10 her care Il gor1eotSly
painted. satin bound Life OF st Ag-
nes,@ !, Roman virgin who died under
the sanguiuary persecution Of Dioee
, tian. But Jucqueline frowninEly no
ticcd that the saints life lay idle con
/ spicueusly, though tittinglY. on the al-
tar table, While manuscript Of the
Queen of Navarro suspiciouSly ac-
companied tie Jester when he sought
the pleasant nook selected for reading
ana conversation.
1t MAS to this spot tile maid repaired
one soft summer afternoon, where SHE
found the fool and u volume Mar
guerite's. by the purple binding and
the love knot III 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 way:
''You have been here now Il fortnight,
Monsieur diplomat she continued,
bending the eyes which Triboulet so
feared upon the other.
.'ThirteeD days, to be exact, sweet
Jacquelins<' he answered calmly.
Indeed. Then there is some hope
for YOU if you've kept track Of time,
she returned pointedly.
! What mean you. gentle mistress!"
| he asked quietly. without even looking
| at her
Sweet JacqueIine" 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
Not another man at court would dare
to talk to me as YOU do
II know MISTRESS" he returned iron
| ically. you have q reputation for sor
| Gerry. but I think il lies NOR" in yonr
| eyes than in the moon
And yet ! can see the future for all
| that she replied persistently, defiant
| ly.
"The future?' he retorted and look
| ed from the earth to the sky. What
| is the goal of youder tiny cloud! Can
you tell me that
The goalI' she repeated. uplifting
her head Wait 1t is very small
| The SUI is already swallowing il up
"I"igho.' yawncd tie Jester, out
stretching his yellow pointed SCOT Il
! catch not the moral to the fable-an
| there be one
"The moral" she said quickly "Ask
Marot"
why Marot?" 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 purple,
How he jestcd at her wedding, How
he wept when he thought himself
alone.
He had but himself to blame,
Jncqueline. returned the other, With
composure. although his eyes We're now
bent straight before him He could
not climb to her: she could not stoop
to him. Yet. ! dare say. it was Il mad
dream he would not have foregone."
Not have foregone.' she exclaimed
quickly What would he not have
! given to tear it from his breast-aye,
though he tore his heart with it, That
day, bright and fair. when Henry
d Albret. king Of Navarro. took her in
his arms and kissed her brow. When
amid gay festivities she became his
bride Not have foreGone: Yes; Marot
| would forego that day-and other
| days
Still that inertia; that irritating i'm
mobility. What a tragic tale for a
summer day" was his only comment.
| And Ca.llette;'' she continued
rapidly. distinguished in men. grace