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The Signal, 1915-11-4, Page 6• • Tuussse ,it. Nuesr.as 4. MU `World's Greatest •` Short Stories 1 No. II. A LODGING FOR THE NIGHT py lobed Lads Steam aeaiag Lap •TRVaaMlr D • - • it it 7wssty"bar fames slitbn were asked tmsstly M cams the best short story is tits English lea- pae/s Ths doges of lost! Tar - tingles. Jed Leaden Alfred Hoary Lewis sad Richard Bordiat Dads was 'A Lodged For tb Nigltt." by Rohan Leeds Stsvetasa, PART 1. T was lata In November. 1406. The snow tell over Paris with rigorous, reientless pens tensa Sometimes the wind made a sally and scattered It in dying vortices; sooletlmes there was • lull. •ad Cake after Cake descended out of the black night sir, atient circuitous. lutermina- bie. The cemetery of St. John had taken Its own stare of the snow. The clock was bard on 10 when the patrol went by with halberds and a lantern, beat- ing their bands, and they saw nothing suspicious about the cemetery of St. John. Yet there was a small house. backed op agaloat tbe cemetery wall, winch was atill awake. and awake to evil purpose. In that snoring district There was not much to betray it from with- out. only a stream of warm vapor from the chimney top, • patch where the snow melted on the roof and a few half obliterated footprints at the door. Bat within, behind the shuttered win- dows, Master Francis Villein, the poet, and some of the thievish crew with whom be consorted, were keeping the night alive and passing round the bot- tle. A great pile of living embers diffused a strong and ruddy glow from the arched chimoey. Before this straddled Dom Nicolas, the Picardy monk. with his skirts picked up and his fat legs bared to the comfortable warmth. His lace had the beery. bruised appearance of the coatinaal drinker's On the right VUlon and Guy Tabery were huddled together over a scrap of parchment. Vilion making a ballad which be was to call the "Ballad of Boast Fish." and Tabery spluttering admiration •t bis •boulder. The poet was a rag of a man. dark. little and Della, with hollow cheeks and thin. Meek locks. Ile carried ds four sad twenty years with feverish animation. Greed had made folds about his eyes. Zell smiles had puckered his mouth 'The wolf and pig straggled togetber to his face. It was an eloquent sharp. erre earthly countenance. His hands Were small and prehensile, wttb angers knotted like a cord, and they were con- tinually flickering in front of bim In violent and expreesire pantomime. As for Tabery, • broad, complacent admiring imbecility breathed from bis squash nose and slobbering Ups lie had become • thief just as be might have become the most decent of bur- gesses by the imperious chance that rules the lives of human geese and hu- man donkeys, At the monk's other hand Montiguy and Tbevenin Pensete played a game of chance. About the Crit there clung some flavor of good birth and training. as about • fallen angel. Something long. lithe and courtly In the person; 'something aquiline and darkling In the face. Tbevenlu, poor soul. wits 1e great feetber. Ile had done a good stroke of knavery that afternoon in the Faubourg Pt. Jacques, sod all night be bad been gaining from Mose lige y. "Drabber or quits'" said Theeenln. b1ontigny nodded grimly. "Some may prefer to dine in state." wrote Villein. on bread and cheese on silver plate. Or, or-belp me out. Guido!" Tabery giggled "Or parsley on a golden dish." scrib- bled tbe poet. The wind was freshening without It drove the snow before It The cold was growing sharper. "Can't yon hear It rattle In the gib- bet?" said Vilion 'They are all dant, leg the devil's jig on nothing up there. You may dance. my gallants. You'll be none.the warmer Whew, what a gust! Down went somebody jest now! A medlar the fewer on the three leg- ged medlar tree' I say. Dom NloOl*s, It'll be cold tonight on the St. Denis roadr be asked. Tabery teagbed immoderately over the median'. He had never beard any- thing more lighthearted. add be held his sides and crowed Vlllon fetebed him a Cltlp oo tis nos.. wbkb turned Ins mirth into an attack of coughing 'Vb. atop tbat row." said Mon. "ami think « rimes to 'ash!' Look e t MosUgeyT' All three II peered covertly at the ga isseetev. Be did Dot seem to be en- tering Ms heck Hie 'south was • I1t. tie to • side. me soetrll nearly Melt and the ether ouch Inflated. The Mack dog was on his heck. as people me, In terrifying nursery metaphor. and he breathed hard wader the grew - same burden There was a brief and fatal move - moot •m..ng the gsmnestere The mend tree completed. and Tbevsotn was Jest noon TAaanal4Taa opening his mouth to claim ■•ether victory when Montigny leaped up swift as an adder and stabbed him to the heart. The blow took effect before be bad time to utter a cry, before he had time to move. A tremor or two coovulaed his frame. Ills bands open- ed and shut, Ws heels rattled on the door, then his heed rolled backward over one shoulder, with eyes wide open. and Thevenln Peneete's spirit had returned to him who made It. Every one sprang to his feet but the business wag over in two twos. "My God!" said Tabery. and be began to prey in Latin. Vilion broke out Into bysterlcel laughter. Ile came s step forward and ducked a ridiculous bow at Theve min and laughed still louder. Then he est doiNn suddenly all of a heap upon t stool and continued laughing bitterly as though be would shake himself to pieces. Montigny recovered his composure first. "Let's see what he bas about him," he remarked, and he picked the dead man's pockets with a practiced hand and dlrlded the money into four equal Portions oo the table. 'There'd for you," he said. The monk received his share 'with a deep sigh. and a single stealthy glance at the dead Tbevenln, who was begin- ning to sink foto himself and topple sideways off the chair. "We're an to for It." cried `Mon. swallowing his mirth. "It's a banging job for every man Jack of to that's bere-not to speak of those who aren't" Then be pocketed his share of tbe spoil and executed a shuffle with his feet as If to restore tbe circulation. Tabery was tbe last to help himself. He made a dash at tbe money and re- tired to the other end of the room. Mootigny stuck Tberenln upright In the chair and drew out the dagger, which was followed by a Jet of blood. "You fellows had better be moving." be said as he wiped the blade on Ws etc -tines doublet "1 think we bpd." returned Vilion. with a gulp. • D - his fat bead!' be broke out. "1t sticks in my tbroet Ukt+ Phlegm. Wbat rlgbt baa a man to hare red hair when be is dead!' And be fell all of a beep again upon the stool and fairly covered his face with his bands. lionti:ray and Dom Nicolas laughed aloud, even Tabery feebly chiming 1n. "Cry baby'" said the monk. "i always sa"d he was a woman," added Montigny with a sneer. "Sit up, can't your be won on, giving another intake to the murdered body. "Tread out that are. Nick!" But Nick was better employed. He was quietly taking Vllfon's purse as the poet sat limp and trembling on the stool where be had been making • bal- lad Hot three minute's before. Montfg- •y and Tabery dumbly demanded • share of the booty, which the monk fluently promised as he passed the lit- tle tag into the bosom of his gown. la uauy ways an artistic nature unfits a map for practical existence. No wooer bad the theft been accom- pllshed .than Vlllon shook himself. lumped to bis feet and began helping to scatter and extinguish the embers. Meanwhile Montigny opened the door and cautiously peered Into the street . The coast was clear There was no 1 meddlesome patrol In sight Still It was judged wiser to slip out severally, end V ion was the first by general con- sent to Moue forth. The wind bad triumphed and swept all the clouds from beaten Only • few vapors as thin as moonlight deet - ed rapidly across the stars. It was bitter cold. and by a common optical effect. things seemed almoat more defi- nite than In the brondeat daylight Til- ton cursed his fortune. Would It were still snowing' Now. wherever be went he left en Indelible trail. Two things preoerupled bim as M went. the aspect of the gallows at Montlancon In this bright. windy phase of the night's eztatenre, for ooe, and for another, the look of the dead man with Wee held head and garland of red Purls, ebb 'struck cold upon has beart and hept quickening his pace se If he coin escape from nnpl.aseat thoelel,la by re ffeetneae of foot. Rm h1.•nly he saw a long way before Wm a t,lnrk clump and a maple of We ',roe The clun.p was In motion. and ,he Ian/eras swung as newish carried men welklne it waa a swan* 1.1 0.1 on his lett hand there .too a rest hotelwith acme ferrets •ad a .-re perch testers the door It Tree •.s 'mode after the glimmer of the ..r. atreeta. and he wen growls, fee - cal with net,...reed hands whew be e at.Md over some sotstascs weigh THE BIGNLL (ODERI �S Only Fine, Flavoury Teas are used to produce the famous ONTARIO nee knack late. dr,' said the ON w 1. resonant d artema Mesa. Tiles cringed sad Waugh' Lep ssaRr n ettle weeds' of apology. Ata mild se this siert the bedpr wed swermoet in bis, sad the w of genius bid W Mad with esatfeioa "Teo are paid." repeated the cid maw "and bumpy? Well, step !n." Aad he ordered Idle kite t!* Mime wits a mode amuck tlestatM "Nam gnat misa'sar." thought TUNS. as hit hoot, ',Wag slow& the lamp en Ever3r f is fresh, fragran legged pavement K the witty. .bat t tb. baits O.D. mor. tote their pistms. full of its its satural deliciousness. Sold to sealed packets only. Is NW offered as tsdescribabl. mixture of re alatances, bard and soft, arm and loose. His been gave a kap, and be sprang two steps back mad stared dreadfully at the obstacle. Thee be S ave a tittle laugh of relief. It was only a woman, and aha dead. He kaelt be side her to make sure upou this latter Point Sbe was freezing cold and rigid like a stick. A little ragged finery flattered In the wind about her hair, and her cheeks bad been heavily rouged that same afternoon. Her pock- ets were quite empty. but in ber stock. Ing underneath the garter Vllion Lound two of the small coins that went by the manse of whites. It was little eooagb, but 1t was always something, and the poet was moved with a deep sense of pathos that •be should bare died be- fore she bad spent ber muter. While these thoughts were passing through Ids mind be was feeling halt mechanically for his purse. Suddenly his heart stopped beating. A feeling of cold scales passed up the back of his legs and a cord blow seemed to fall upon bis scalp. He stood petrified for a moment; then be felt again with one feverish movement; then Ila loss burst upon him. Ile cursed. He threw the two whites into the street. He shook his Est at heaven. He stamp- ed and was not horrified to find him- self trampling the poor corpse. Then be began rapidly to tetra& his steps toward the house beside tbe cemetery. He had forgotten all fear of the patrol. which was long gone by at any rate. and had no idea bat that ut his lost purse. It was in vain that he looked right and left upon the suow. Notbleg wig to be seen. He had not dropped It 1n the streets. Had It fallen in the house' He would bare liked dearly to go in and see. but the idea of tbe grisly occupant unmanned him. and be saw besides as be drew near that their ef- forts to put oyt the Ere bad been un- successful. On the contrary. it had broken into a blaze, and a changeful light played in the chinks of door and window and revived his terror for the autbortUes and Paris gibbet He returned to the hotel with tbe porch slid groped about upon the snow for the money be bad thrown away in his childish passion. But be could only find one white; the other had probably struck sideways Rad sank deeply 1n. With • single white 1n Ms pocket all his projects for a roue - Ing night in some olid tavern vanish- ed utterly away. And It was not only pleasure that fled laughing from his grasp. positive discomfort positive pain, attacked him •a he stood ruefully before the porch His perspiration bad dried upon bim; and although the wind had now fallen a binding frost was setting in stronger with every bons, and be felt benumbed and sick at heart. What 1131t0 be done' Late as was the Dour. Improbable as was enc- ase, be would try the house of his ■ dopted father. Uro chaplain of St. Be Dolt He ran there all the way and knock- ed timidly. There was no answer. He knocked 'gale and again. taking heart with every stroke. and at last steps were beard approaching from within. A bared wicket fell open in the Iron studded door and emitted a gusb of Fellow light "Hold sip your face to the wicket" said tbe chaplain from within. "It's only me," whimpered Vide& "Oh, It's only you. Is It" returned the chaplain. and he cursed him with foul, onprlestly oaths for disturbing him at such ■o hour and bade him be off to bell wbere be came from. "My hands are blue to the wrist," pleaded Villein: "my feet are dead and full of twinge; my nose aches with the sharp air; the cold lies .t my heart I may be dead before morning. Only this once, father, and, before God. I will never ask again!" "Too should bare come earner," said the ecclesiastic coolly. 'Tonne men require • lesson now nod then." He abut the wicket and retired deliberate- ly into tbe interior of tie hoose. Villa) was beside himself. IIs beat npon the door with his bands and feet sod .booted hoarsely after the chap- THICK, hap THICK, GLASSY HAIR TREE FROM DILNDR Girls! Try lel Hair mets sett. fluffy and bsastOul—Gt a IS mot bottle st Dewderine. if. yon care for beery hair that ebb tens with beauty and Is radiant with lite. has an t.00ssperable eoftaeaa tad Is fluffy and lustrous. try Dtadetine Join flee application doable.' the beauty of your Mir, besides It tmms- dlat.l7 dissolves every particle of daadre& Tea eau not Mee sic. [wavy. Taste b•Ir 1i yea have datadrrt. 111. dlestreettVe .reef robe the hair ed It. Metre. its straagte god Its very Wee. aud N net oeaeeonse It predmes ellemerlisheees used Ne khat of the meati; the hair roots famed. b s and Ile; thea the Mir falls out Asa Numb Net • le -cent bottle of twwlten'e D•ed•rbne trees say dreg stem sled gist try it Urn. door shut In the loterior, faintly audible to the poet down long pas- sages. He passed hie band over Ms mouth with ao oathdoll then the bone- of the situation struck him, and he laughed and hooked lightly up to Reaves. where the stars seemed to be winking over his discomfiture. Wbat was to be dome' It looked very like • night In the frosty streets. The Idea of the deed woman lopped tato his imagination and gave biro a beerty fright: what bad happened to her in the early night ml,bt very well happen to him before morning He passed all his chancel under re- view, turning the white between his thumb and forefinger Unfortunately he was on' toed terms with some old blends who would once have taken pity on bim lu such a pligbt. Ile had lampooned them in renins: he bad beaten and cheated them. and yet now, wbeo he was 1n so close a ping be thought there was at least one who Med perhaps relent. It was a chance. it was worth trying at least. and be would go and see. He passed a corner where not se long before a woman and her child bad been devoured by wolves. He remem- bered his mother telling him the story and pointing out the spot while be was - yet a child His mother: if he only knew wbere she tired be misbt make sure at least of shelter. He deter- mined be would Inquire upon the mor- row -nay. be would go and see her. too, poor old girl! So thinking. be ar- tired at his destinations -his last hope for the night The house was quite dark. like ib neighbors, and yet atter a few taps be heard a mot -emcee overhead, a door opening and • cautious Totes asking who was there. The poet named bim- self In a loud whisper and wafted, not without some trepidation. the result Nor had be to wait long. A window was suddenly opened and a pailful of slops splasbed down upon the doorstep. Villein bad not been unprepared for something of tbe sort sod had put him- self as much In shelter as the nature of the porch admitted bot for all that he was deplorably dreesebed below the watt His bose began to freeze a1 - most at om:e. Deeds from cold and exposure stared him in the face. He remembered be was of pbthlakal tend- ency, and began coughing tentatltely. But the gravity of the danger steadied his Decree. He stopped a few hundred yards from the door where be had been so rudely used and resected with his anger to his nose. He could see only one way of gettlag a lodging and that waa to take it- He had notleed.a house not far away wbkb looked as if it might be easily broken into, and tdtber be betook himself promptly, ' entertaining himself on the way with • the Idea of ■ room still bot with a ta- hie still loaded with the remains of sapper, where he might pass the rest of the black boars and whence be should issue on the morrow with an ' armful of valuable plate. He even eobddered on what viands and wbat wines be should prefer, and as he was calling the roll of his favorite dainties roast ash presented itself to his mind with an odd mixture of amusement and borror. "1 shall never dnish that ballad:" be thougbt to blmself. and (boa. with an- otber shudder at the recollection, "Ob, d— hie fat bed. be repeated fer- vently and spot upon Lbs snow. PART 11. [THE house in question looked dart at drat slgbt, hot as Villas made a preliminary Inspection In search of the Mndieet point of attack a little twinkle of light caugbt bis eye from behind a curtained window "Tbe devil" he thought "People awake' Some student dr some saint confound the crew: Can't they get drunk and Ile to bed snoring Ute their n eighbors/ What's the good of cur few and poor devils of hell ringers jumping ala rope's end 1n bell towers? What's the ase of day 1f people sit se all night' The grapes to theme' He grinned a be saw where bb logle was leading Diol. "livery .n to hisbaei- ueew after all." eddai he. "gad if tbey're awake. by tbe Lord. 1 may come by a supper honestly for once and cheat the devil' He went boldly to the door sod knork.d. The gonad of kb bows echoed through the home with thhe. pumtaae,l reverbeendeast, as tboOgh b were quite empty. but these bad reel, died away before • measured drew near. e me$s of belts war. y,itbdvawt . •ad me wig was opened broadly, as thing" no Maio or tear °f gal. woe. tows M this within. A taN afar* of a Min S- br and soave, but a Me bait. rim - hosted Y*.s TM Mad swag nasatvw bot 4e47 sear•med: nos ease mesa at tb. hottest, bat mee•dg upward le where It jotn.d • pair of sense sea Memo eyebrow* the mouth and WW1 wr,naedgd Welk d.Ur•ts menthes& and the whole lama head epee • Whet White beard. W14 Med ps ae17 &dee• 1 "Teta will pasha M 1f I le he Leak" he mid when this was doss and b pime0ed the past amount Ante a large apartment. warmed with a pan of charcoal and Ili W a great lamp bang - Ing ham the roof. It was very bare of furniture; Daly moms gold plate on a sideboard. some folks, and • stand of armor betwees the windows. Some smart tapestry bung upon tis walls representing the cruclezios of oar Lord to one piece and in another a scene of abepherds and .bepberdemes by a running stream. Over the chis oey was a shield of arma "Will yea seat yourself," said the old man, "and forgive me 1f I leave you? I am alone 1n my hods* tonight. sad If you aro to eat I must forage for you myself." No sooner was his boat gone than Vlilon leaped from the chair on wblcb be had just seated himself and began examining the room with the stealth and passion of a cat Then be stood In the middle of tbe room, drew a long breath. and. retaining 1t with puffed cheeks, looked round and round bim, turning on his heels. as if to impress every feature of the apartment on Ms memory. "Soren pieces of plate," he said. "If tber, bad been ten I would have risked It. A Coe house and ■ fne old master. so belp me all the saints!" And just then, bearing the old man's treed returning along the corridor, be stole back to his chair and began hum- bly toasting hits wet legs before the charcoal pan His entertainer had a plate of meat In one baud and a jug of wine In the otber. He set down the plate upon the table. motioning Vilion to draw In his chair and going to the sideboard. brought back two cubicle. wbkb 1. Oiled. "I drink your better fortune," be said grarely• touching VUlon's cup with his ORD. "To our tetter acquaintance." Bald the poet growing bold A mere min of the people would hare beet awed by the courtesy of the old signor, but VUlon was bardened in that matter; be had made mirth for great lords be- fore now and found them al black ras- cals as himself. And so be devoted himself to the viands with a ravenous gusto, while the old man, teaming back- ward, watched him with needy, curi- ous eyes. "You hate blood on your sboaldSt, my man." be said Montigny must have laid his wet right hand upon him as he left the house. He cursed Montigny 1n bb heart "It was none of my shedding." be stammered. -1 had not supposed s," returned his host quietly. "A brawl?" "Weil, something of that sort" Mi- lton admitted with • quaver. "Perhaps a fellow murdered?' "Ob. no, not murdered." geld the poet. more and more confused. "It was all fair play -murdered by acci- dent I had no band in It God strike me dead!" be added fervently. "One rogue the fewer, 1 dare my," observed the maater of the Musa "Toa may dare to my that," agreed Vlllon, Infinitely relived. "As big a rogue as there 1s between here and Jerusalem. He turned up bis toes like a lamb. But It was a nasty thing to look at I dare say you've seen dead men in your time. my lord?` be added., glancing at the armor. "Macy," said the old man. 1 have followed the wars, as you Imagine. Have you any mooeyr "I bays one obits." returned the poet laughing. "i got tt out of a dead }ode's 'stocking In a porch. Sbe was as dead as Caesar. poor wench. and as cold as a cbmnb, with bits of ribbon sticking to her hair. This is a bard world In winter foi wolves and wench- es and poor rogues like me." "1." said the old man. "am Engem, rand de la Feulllee. signor de tinge. toot bailie du Pstatrac. Who and what may you be" Villas rose and made • suitable rev- erence. "i am called Francis Vilion," be mid, "a poor master of arts of this snlvenitj. 1 know some Latin and a deal of vice. i can make chansons, ballads. tads. vtrelala bud roundels, and I ate very food of *the. I was born h • garret, and 1 *ball not Improbably die upon the gallows. 1 may add, my lord, that from this night forward i am your lordebip's very obsequious ser'vsst to command" 'We arrant of mla,," mid the knlgbt ''My guest for this evening, and ao mere." ^A very grateful guest" said Vlllon p04tgty. and be drank la dumb show le hitt eotsrtatner. "Toe are shrewd," began the old man, taVp1K 11g forehead, "very shrewd Toa have learning- To. ars a tient. •ad yet you tab • small piece sit money if a deed (woman to the Meet. is It met • kiwi of theft?" 9t te a use of tfslt smell practiced Its the war& my lord." -I\e wars are the fwd of humor." re tared the old man proudly. 'Than • man plays bb life upon the eat He lifts h the same of his lord the king, Ms Lerd God and all their lordship the holy Meets and aurae.' "Pet lie said Vino•. 'That 1 were t z a Sid dint I Apt day es DEPOSrART W WE are showing tumblers, varves. creams-and-stwtr.. nappies. salad and bon bon dishes In Depos- Art glassware as well as a full rane of china and earthenware, withthe eatme eiqulsite decorations worked on the anrface in pure silver. The wide range of designs and prices brings Depos- art Ware within reach of everyone. Chas. C. Lee Godench, Ont. IS lfaibireMrsalliat W.iv114'o ?' - ' "Fermata, but not for honor." "Gala?" repeated Vlllon. with a shrug. "Gain! The poor fellow wants supper and takes 1t So don the sol- dier in • campaign. Why, what aro all them requisitions we bear so much about?" "These things area necessity of War whkb tbe lowborn most endure with constancy. Look at us two," said his lordship. "I am old, strong and hon- ored It I were turned from my bons* tomorrow hundreds would be proud to shelter me. Poor people would go out and pass the night In the streets with their children if I merely hinted that I wished to be alone. And I and you op, wandering homeless and picking farthings off dead women by the way- side'. I Sear no man and nothing. I have ran yon tremble and lose coun- tenance at a word, 1 wait God's sum- mons contentedly In my own boas*, or, If It please the king to call me out again. upon the field of battle. Ton look for the gallows -a rough, swift death. without hope ods' honor. Is QM* no difference between them two?' "As far as to the moon," Tilton ac- quiesced. "Bat 1f I bad been born Lord of Brlsetoat and you had been the poor scholar Francis, sbould not I have been the wittier and yea the thief "A thief?' cried the old lase "t a tslefl If you understood your weds yew would repent them." - -- Mon --TUlon turned out his hands will a gesture of inimitable impudence. "If your lordship had done me the honor to follow my argument!" be said "M do you too mach borax 1n submit- ting to your presence," mid the knight "Learn to curb your tongue when you speak with old and bonorable men. or some one hastier than 1 may reprove you in a sbarper fasbloo." And be rose and paced the lower end of the apartment struggling with anger and antlpatby. Tilton surreptitiously refill- ed his cup and settled himself more comfortably in the chair, crossing hid knees and leaning ids head upon one h eed and the elbow stalest tbe back of the chair. He was now replete and warm. and be was In DOW*, frighten- ed for his bone, baring ganged Um as Justly as was possible between two such different characters. The nigbt was far spent sod in • very comfort- able fashion after •ii. and he felt mor- ally certain of a sate departure on the morrow. "Tell me one thing." said the old Man. pausing 1n his walk. "Ars yon really a thief" "I claim the sacred rights of hospi- tality.' returned the poet. "117 lard. I sm." "Ton an very young." the kntgy co tinued. "1 should meter bare been so old.' replied Vlllon. •bowing his dogers. '7f I had not helped myself with these tea talents They bave ban my nursing mothers and my nursing fathers." "You may still repent and cbangs." "I repent dally," said t1. post "There are few people more gives to repentance than poor Frames. An for change. let somebody change my cir- cumstascea A man must cootie** to est 1f It were only that he may ma- tinee owtines to repent" "Ise change most begin to the h eart" returned the on, assn solematy. "My der lord," answered Vtlloo. "de yen really fancy flat i Mimi tor Mem ere? I hate stealing like any °tier place of wait or of deager. My teed4 chatter when I see a gallows. Bet I mast at i most drink. I most ate • seelsty of some sort What the Meg! Man Y sot • solitary ante•4- ed Deus fsestmam teadlt. Make M flag's pastier, sake me •bbnt of at Hoeft. teak* me bailie of the Petters*, and teen I Ghali be rhongesi Indeed Bet as lsag es you Mee me the peer sebo at Frsaeis TMBsa, without • the teg;, jetty, et canoe. i reap tae "The grace of God 1s all powerful." "I should be a heretic to questiom It" said Francis. "It has made yea lord of Brlaetout and bailie of the Pats - Vac. It bas Oren me nothing bot the quick wits under my bat and thse ten toes upon m7 hands. May i WI myself to wine' 1 thank you reaped" folly. By God's grace. you have a verg superior Tintage." The lord of Brlsetout walked to *ad fro with his bands Defiled bis back. Somebow he yearned to coneert the young man to a better way of think - Ing and could not Make up Ins mind tp drive him forth again Into the street: "There is something more than I cam understand In this." be said at length. "Tour mouth Is full of subtleties. and tbt,devil bas led you very far astray. bat the devil is only • rery weak spirit before God's truth. and all his subtle- ties vanish at a word of true honor, like darkness at warning. Limo to me once more. I learned long ago that a gentleman should lire cblralruustl and lovingly to Cod and the king acid his lady. and, though I bare seen man strange things dune.s1 bare still •trty- en to command my ways upon that rale. It is not only written In alt no- bl. histories. but in every map's besrt. If be will take care to read. Toe speak of food and wine, and 1 know tem well that hunger 1s a difficult trial to endure, but you do not speak of other wants.. T'on kava totally torpottes the g est and only real ooes, like a mat who should be doctoring toothache ons the judgment day, for such things as honor and love and faith are not only nobler than food and drink. but in- deed i think we desire teem more and suffer more sharply for their absence. I speak to you as I think you will moat 1 eWly understand me. Are you not. WW1* careful to 011 your belly. disarm garding anotber appetite in your beset. which spoils the pleasure of your idle and keeps you continually weetcbedr - Villon was sensibly nettled Coder all this sermooidng. -You think I haus no sense of botor" be Med. "1'n poor enough, God knows: it's bard to see rich people with their gores and you blowing In your babds. An empty; belly Is a bitter thing. although yen speak so Ugbtly of 1t If you bed bad ✓ many as I. perhaps you would change your tune. Anyway. I'm a thief -make tbe moat of that -but rut not a devtl from bell. God strike a deed! I would bare you to know I've an b000r of my own as good as your;. though I don't prate about it all dip, long as if 1t was a God's miracle {ti have ■ray. It seems quit* natural le mg I keep it In Its boa till It's want- ed. anted Why. now, look you hem bolt long Mee 1 been In this room with Toe Did you not tell the you were alone i the halm? Look at your gold nista You're strong. if you like, but you're' old and unarmed. sod I bare my knife,' What did I want but a jerk of eft; elbow and Dere would bare been sat' with the cold steel In your bowels. act:+ then would bare been me. linking tdi the streets, with an armful of gelded Mpg! Did you ntppoee I hadn't we, enough to see that? And 1 scorned' the aetioe There are roue 4--4 obits. atinfe-sa 1* a ducat; tap illontinued on puce Mi. MRS. MELTM LETTEl To Tired IVertwtt ><eam Atehaemo Ula—" I SW feel mall fer wine( els lattar if bels est Need, wwsr.- 1 abeam er sharessemerer ae ...Gad h..kh and .trade as I br*. 1 bees • fames eve. sots, sad do sip bolo w.olic ends I bombs asked mods trey Vint ;,d i ase well Am* sal Ulasilm -wire J. t hashers sr bessassmemar We.. —. If. lthlartwllr. 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