Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1914-08-28

Onere0 an lnueScrlDaDl6 mixture OF re-
sistances, hard and soft, firm and
loose. His heart gave leap, and he
sprang two steps back and stared
dreadfuIly at the obstacle. Then be
gave little laugh Of relief. 1t was only
a woman, and she dead He kneIt be-
side her to make sure upon this latter
point. She was freezing cold and rigid
like a stick. A little ragged finery
futtered in the wind about her hair
and her cheeks had been heavily
rouged that same afternoon. Her pock-
cts were quite empty, but In her stock
ing underneath the garter Villon found
two Of the small coins that went by the
name Of whites. It was little enough,
but 1t was always something, and the
poet was moved with a deep sense of
pathos that she should have died be-
fore she had spent her money.
While these thoughts were passing
through his mind he was feeling half
mechanically for his purse Suddenly
his heart stopped beating. A feeling
of cold scales passed up the back Of
his legs and cold blow seemed to
fall upon his scalp. He stood petrifed
for moment; then he felt again with
one feverish movement; then his loss
burst upon him. He cursed. He threw
the two whites into the street. He
shook his fist at heaven. He stamp
ed and was not Mortified to find him
self trampling the poor corpse. Then
he began rapidly to retrace his steps
toward the house beside the cemetery.
He had forgotten all fear of the patrol,
which was long gone by at any rate,
and had no idea but that of his lost
purse 1t was in vain that he looked
right and left upon the snow. Nothing
was to be seen, He had not dropped
it in the streets. Had it fallen in the
house? He would have liked dearly to
go In and see, but the idea of the grisly
occupant unnamed him, and be saw
besides as he drew near that their eff
forts to put out the fire had been un-
successful. On the contrary, it had
broken into blaze, and changeful
light played in the chinks of door and
W4AuOW dAN LGN1NCu nkS IGAtOE IOE Tie
authorities and Paris gibbet
He returned to the hotel with the
porch and CROPPED about upon the
snow for the money be had thrown
away in his childish passion But he
could only find one white; the other
had probably struck sideways and
sunk deeply in. With single white in
his pocket all his projects for rous-
ing night in some wild tavern vanish
ed utterly away. And lIt was not only
| pleasure that fed laughing from his
grasp: positive discomfort, positive
pain, attacked him as he stood ruefully
before the porch. His perspration had
dried upon him, and although the wind
had now fallen binding frost was
setting in stronger with every hour,
and he felt .benumbed and sick at
heart. What was to be done2 Late as
was the hour, improbable as was sue
cess, he would try the house Of his
| adopted father, the chaplain OF St Be
| mott.
he ran there all the way and knock
! ed timidly. There was no answer. He
knocked again and again. taking heart
| with every stroke. and at last steps
were heard approaching from within.
A barred wicket fell open in the iron
studded door and emitted gush Of
yellow light.
"HOld up your face to the wicket =
said the chaplain from within.
Its only me-" whimpered Villon.
/ "Oh, It's only you. is it?'' returned
the chaplain. and he cursed him with
| foul. unpriestIy oaths for disturbing
4 him at such an hour and babe him be
OF to hell where he came from.
my hands are blue to the wrist -
pleaded Villon; my feet are dead and
/ full OF twings; my nose aches with tho
sharp air; the cold lies at my heart.
! may be dead before morning. Only
this once, father, and, before God, !
will never ask again.
"You should have come earlier" said
the ecclesiastic coolly. Young men
require lesson now and then" He
shut the wicket and retired deliberate
ly into the interior of the house.
Villon was beside himself He beat
upon the door with his hands and feet
and shouted hoarseIy after the chap
| lain.
A door shut in the interior, family
audible to the poet down long pas
sages. He passed his hand over his
mouth with an oath. And then the
hnmor Of the situation struck him, and
he laughed and looked lightly up to
heaven, where the stars seemed to be
winking over his discontinue
What was to be done? 1t looked
very like a night in the frosty streets
The idea Of the dead woman popped
into his Imagination and gave him a
hearty fright; what had happened to
her In the early night might very well
happen to him before morning.
i He passed all his chances under re
view, turning the white between bis
thumb and forehnger Unfortunately
be was on bad terms with some ole
friends who would once have takeI