The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-07-30

1;iion was hardened In that matter:
:. mad made mirth for great lords be-
scre now and found them as black ras-
80 as himself. And SO he devoted
slmself to the viands with ravenous
-,,,to while the old man. leaning back
..rd watched him with steady. curl
GUS eyes.
..you have blood on your shoulder,
nv man." he said.
Montigny must have laid his wet
.,oht hand upon him as he left the
house. He cursed Montigny in his
heart.
ut was none OF my shedding" he
hammered.
az had not supposed So" returned
mia host quietly. "a brawl?"
swell. something Of that sort" VII
lon admitted with quaver.
"Perhaps fellow murdered"
ooh. no, not murdered" said the
meet. more and more confused. 1T
was all fair play-murdered by acct
dent had no hand In 1t. God strike
me dead! he added fervently.
zone rogue the fewer. dare say"
observed the master Of the house.
"You may dare to say that" agreed
yillon. infinitely relieved. "As big a
roeue as there is between here and
Jerusalem. He turned up his toes like
n lamb. But It was q nasty thing to
look at. dare say you've seen dead
men In your time. my lord?" he added.
glancing ut the amor.
.Many," said the old man. II have
followed the wars. as you imagine.
Have you any money!"
~ have one white" returned the
poet, laughing. II got 1t out Of dead
1ade's stocking in porch. She was
as dead as Caesar. poor wench, and as
cold as church. with bits Of ribbon
sticking in her hair. This is hard
world In winter for wolves and wench-
"a and poor rogues like me-"
81" said the old man. lam Enguer-
rand de la Feuillee. signor de Brise-
tout. bailie du Patatrac. Who and
what may you be?"
villon rose and made suitable rev.
erence. II am called Francis Villon."
he said. "a poor master Of arts Of this
university. know some Latin and q
deal Of vice. can make chansons.
ballads. lais. virelais and roundels. and
I am very fond Of wine. l was born
IN q garrett. and shall not improbably
die upon the gallows. ! may add, my
lord, that from this night forward
am your lordship's very obsequious
servant to command"
mo servant of mine." said the
knight. MY guest for this evening
and no more"
"A very grateful guest" said villon
polItely. and he drank in dumb show
to his entertainer.
"You are shrewd." began the old
man. tapping bis forehead. "very
shrewd. You have learning. You are
a clerk. and yet you take small piece
Of money of dead woman In the
street. Is It not kind Of theft?"
1T Is a kind Of theft much practiced
In the wars, my lord"
.sThe wars are the field of honor" re
turned the old man proudly. There
q man plays his life upon the cast. He
fights In the name Of his lord the king
his Lord God. and all their lordship:
the holy saints and angels"
"Put It," said Villon. that ! were
really a thief. should l not play my
life also and against heavier oddsT
"For gain, but not for honor.
"Gain?" repeated villon. with
shrug. Gain. The poor fellow want.
supper and takes it. So does the sol
dier in campaign. Why. what ART
all these acquisitions we hear so mucl
about?'
"These things are necessity OF wa
which the lowborn must endure Wit
constancy. Look at us two" SAID III
lordship. II am old. strong and hon
ored If were turned from my hous
tomorrow hundreds would be proud t
shelter me. Poor people would go on
and pass the night in the streets wit
their children If I merely limited tina
wished to be alone. And l find 20
up. wandering homeless and pickin
farthings off dead women by the way
side. fear no man and nothing.
have seen you tremble and lose cour
tenance at Il word. wait Gods sun
mons contentedly in my own house. o.
II It please the king to call me OF
agnin. upon the field Of battle. 70
look for the gallows-a rough. swii
death. without hope or honor. Is theI
no difference between these two!
las far as to the MOON" Vtllon a.
Quiesced. but If had been boz
Lord of Brisetout and you had bee
the poor scholar Francis, should not
have been the soldier and you II
thiefY'
"a thief?' cried the old man. Il
thief! IL you understood your wore
you would repent them"
villon turned out his hands with
gesture Of inimitable impudence. e
your lordship had done me the hon
to follow my argumentw he said.
~ do you too much honor in subm
ting to your presence" said the knigt
Learn to curb your tongue when "