The evening world., 1916-06-12

itenoll, tnAt ne WAS Teputeu Wsaltuy
and that he had influential friends.
Francois lost no time In making a
pilgrimage to tho neighborhood OF the
Tower of 81. jacques. and informing
himself Of the precise whereabouts
OF the Canop's residence. 1t impressed
his youthful intelligence favorably.
After a little while. Francois, lean
ing against a wall and watching the
Canon's house, saw n stout cleric,
with large, amiabls face and portly
body. Francois was all of tingle
instantly. Was this his uncle? The
portiy ecclesiastic had passed into the
Canon's dwelling. and even as Villon
ran across the street. the door was
shut In his face. He crept to the
portal with beating heart; his hand
was almost raised to strike upon tho
panel. when the sound OF footsteps
inside the house startled him. and he
skipped nimbly across the street walt
ing on events. Tho door opened and
an old woman came out with a
basket on her arm. She drew the
door behind her without quite closing
1t and went her way down tho street.
When she was out OF sight, Villon
nimbly crossed the road again. and
pressing against the door. pushed II
"A little way open and. greatly daring.
popped his head through the opening
and peeped In. lie saw "a small hall
and a flight OF stairs leading up from
II. Tempted beyond restraint. Master
Francois slipped into the hall: then
holding his breath and tingling with
excitement. he began very gingerly to
ascend the stairs. pausing In an
ecstasy OF fascinated terror when any
OF them happened to creak beneath
feA hnnIlAnAh
often.
When he camo to the first landing
he found IA passage with several doors
opening from IL. lie looked into one
OF these and saw IL to be the Canon's
bedroom. lie tried another. opening
II softly. and found himself in "a small
comfortably furnished room. with q
number Of books against the wall and
n table In the middle. ut which a
portly old gentleman sat and wrote.
In the portly old gentleman Villon
recognized the ecclesiastic whom he
I had seen enter tho house.
/ Little Francois had slipped In so
gently that his entrance had not at
, traCted the attention of the writer
and no stood for an apprcc la ole spa CO
of seconds staring and beating his
boylsh brains for some telling form
OF address, Presently the Canon, ap.
parently In search OF "A word, lifted
his eyes from his paper and turned
IA mild moon face In tho direc tior
where Francois stood and twittered
The Canon stared ut Francois anc
Francois stared back at the Canon
and for moment or two neither OF
them spoke.
What do you want here. littl,
boy?"
E'rf.f IL ....t.
and ho found an inspiration. lie ran
forward and flung himself on hi,
Knees by the side OF the Canon, ex.
claiming IN voice of such we'll cal.
culated emotion as only childhood
dtslrous OF favors can command:
~ ncle, dear uncle, | want YOU"
God bless my soul. boy. what dt
you mean?"
Francois began to answer him glib
ly. having now no fear of the mar
and hnding his nerves in steady or.
der.
II am your nephew. dear uncle" hs
continued. "My name is Francois
Nillon. and ] am the son OF Richa rd
Nillon, deceased, that was at one tim,
your well beloved brother"
The Canon pushed back his chair
from the table and looked at the boy
"A little wildly.
,io,,J ,,.ra as 80.
,o himscIr ,ban - H. .S,,a H. 80 =
.o bom,,,r.,v ~, ~. ~, 'u n"IsnA
co.'s took the question a. ddressed
TO himself and answered promptly:
"ies. dear uncle" hs said, though
for fear thai we should no senarstsI
Tn. Canon nut MS hand under IN,
boyg chin and turninr nm hi. hac,
.tnJicd n thnuehtfuIIv for seyer,
Inoments Then n. released A. with ,
sigh.
poor Richard" he ratd. "I hat
not seen him for many a long da,
before he died. Pride parted us an,
pride KEEP, us apart, and aftsrwar,
II WIS too late for earthly reconcilia
ton. I think you are indeed IN,
nephew, for you have much OF m!
brothers looks In your face"
FIe was silent for a few seconds
Then. sIs your mother alivep" no oon
tinued
"Yos.~ the boy answercd.
II duarrelled with your father tn
Canon went on. "on her account. ant
likely enough | was wrong In I'M
quarrel ana IL 10 time 70 ihhh'
amends,
ms glance whnueiNu oNer rf%n
co.'s VINO hau oy ,h.s u'ns RISEN 70 ~
tee'; anu shomou nInl t'