Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1908-07-18

II wonder you do not add also to the
king of France and the soldan of Tur-
key!" growled the duke. "Pish! ! am
not going to be dictated to by Master
Granveille-no, nor by his master. be he
ten times emperor! Go to! Go to,
Master Subdean You forget yourself,
and SO does your master, the bishop.
will have you know that these people
are not what you think them. Call you
my cousin, the widow of the consort or
the late queen of France, an obnoxious
person? File, fie. You forget yourself!'
He moved as he stopped speaking, so
that the astonished churchman found
himself confronted on a sudden by the
smiling, defiant duchess. The subdean
started. and his face fell, for seeing her
seated in the dukes presence he dis
cerned at once that the game was
played out, yet he rallied himself. be
thinking him, fancy, that there were
many spectators. He made last ef-
fort. "The bishop of Arras"-he began.
"Pish!" scoffed the duke, interrupt
ing him.
THE bishop Of Arras"-the priest re-
peated firmly.
II would he were hung with his own
tapestry" retorted the duke, with
brutal laugh.
Heaven forbid!" replied the ecclesi-
astic, his pale face reddening and his
eye darting baleful glances at me. But
he took the hint, and henceforth said no
more of the bishop. Instead, he con-
tinued smoothly: Your highness has,
of course, considered the danger-the
danger, / mean, of provoking neighbors
so powerful by shielding this lady and
making her cause your own. You VIII
remember sir
II will remember Innspruck!" roared
the duke in a rage, where the emperor
aye, and your everlasting bishop, too
Nor haTn hl
like sheep before wolves. A fig for
your emperor! I never feared him
young, and fear him less now that he
is old and decrepit and, as men say,
mad. Let him get to his watches and
you to your prayers. If there were
your ears, Master Churchman!"
But tell me-" I asked Master BERTHE
as / stood beside his couch an hour
later, how did the duchess manage it?
l gathered from something you or she
said short time back that you had no
influence with the Duke of Cleves."
Not quite that" he answered. MY
wife and the late Duke of Suffolk had
much to do with wedding the princes
sister to King Henry, 1914 years back,
is it? And so far we might have felt
confident Of his protection. But the
marriage turned out i'll, or turned out
divorced, and-well, we felt a little
less confident on that account, parti-
cularly as he has the name of head
strong, passionate man."
Heaven keep him in it," said,
smiling. But you have not told me
yet what happened"
The duchess was still asleep this
morning, fairly worn out, as you may
suppose, when n great noise awoke her.
She got up and went to Dymphna and
learned it was the dukes trumpets.
Then she went to the window, and
seeing few people in the streets to
welcome him inquired why this was.
Dymphna broke down at that and told
her what was happening to you. and
that you were to die at that hour. She
went out straightway, without cover
ing her head-you know how impet-
uous she is-and flung herself on her
knees in the mud before the dukes
horse as he entered. He knew her,
and the rest you can guess"
(Contisued Next week.l