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Blinder t By FREDE1 Author of Copyright, 1905. by th? B "Let Us go," said the Jestress. very white. Silently the pluisant obeyed, and Trlboulet once more veutured forth. , "Motnus go with you!" he called out , aiier lueni. More quickly they rode on. Furtive ly, with suppressed rnge In his heart, the duke's fool regarded his companion. Her face was cold, and ' set, Oi and ns bis glance rested on 'Its pale, " pure outllue, beneath his breath he cursed Brusqnet, Trlboulet nnd all their kind. lie understood now?too well?the secret of her flight. What he had heretofore been fairly assured of was unmistakably confirmed.' The sight of the tavern which they came suddenly upon and the appeurance of the lunkeeper interrupted "this dark trend of thought, nnd, springing from hia horse, the Jester helped the girl to dismount. The house, being situated in tbe immediate proximity of the grnnd chateau, received n certain pntrounge from noble lords nud ladies. This trade had given the proprietor such an opinion of his hostelry that common folks were not wont to be overwhelmed with welcome. In tbe present instance the man showed a disposition to scrutinize too closely the modest attire of the newcomers and the plain housings of their chargera, when the curt voice of the NfcL jester recalled him shnrply from this forward occupation. i With a shade less of disrespect tbe proprietor bade them follow hlra. ; Rooms were given them, and in the 1 larger of the two chambers the plal- | sant, desiring to avoid publicity of the dining and tap room, ordered their supper to be served. During the repast the girl scarcely spoke; the capon she hardly touched; thfk rlnrof all A rnnrolw alnno/l ' V? WMV KMVftVIJ D|)/|/VUt VUW | when she held the glass to her lips he noticed her hand trembled just a little, and then when she set down the goblet how It closed, almost fiercely. V'Oh," she said at length, as though giving utterance to some thoughtwhleh, penf up, she could no longer control, "the Irony, the tragedy, of it!" "What, Jacqueline?" he asked gently, although he felt the blood surging In his head. "Morbleu! A merry monarch"? she began, aud broke off abruptly, rising to her feet, with a gesture of aversion, and moving restlessly across the room. "After all these years! After all that had gone before!" For some time he sat with his sword across his knees, thinking deeply. Bhe went to the window and looked out. When she spoke again her voice had.. regained Its self command. "A dark night," she said mechanically. "Jacqueline," he asked, glancing up from the blade, "why in the crypt that day we escaped did you pause at that monument?" Quickly she turned, gazing at him from the half darkness in which she stood. "Did you see to whom the monument TT us CICVICU ( DUO UBKCU 111 a low voice. the wife of the constable. But ^ what was Anne, duchess of Dubrola, to you?" "She was the last lady of the castle," said the girl softly. "And how was It, mistress, the castle was confiscated by the king?" he continued after a pause. "Shall I teir you the story?" she asked, her voice hardening. "If you will," he answered. ? "Trlboulet's description of the scene where the constable braved the king, Insisting on his rights, was true," she observed proudly. "But why had the noble wearer of this sword been deprived of his feudallty and tenure?" "Because he was strong and great, and the ktng feared him; because he was noble and handsome, and the queen regent loved him. It was not her hand only Louise of Savoy, Francis* mother, offered, but the throne." O Quickly she crossed the room and leaned upon the table. In the glimmer of the candles her face was soft and tender. He thought he had never seen a sweeter or more womanly expression. "But he refused it," she continued, "for he lo*ed only the momoty of his wife, Lady Anne, she a perfect being; the other?what?" On her features shone a fine cohtempt "Then followed the endless persecution and snite of a woman aonmMi " she continued rapidly. "One by one bis -honors were wrested from him. lie ^ who had borne the flag triumphantly through Italy was deprived of the government of Milan and replaced by a brother of Mma de Chateaubrlant, then favorite of the king. Ills castle, lands, were confiscated until, driven to despair, he fled and allied himself with the emperor. Traitor' they call/ ed Mm?he, a Bayard!" moment she stood, an exalted look on her features?tall, erect?then stepped toward him and took the sword. With a bright and radiant glance she surveyed It, pressed the hilt to her Hps gnd with both hands held It to her bosom. As If fascinated, the fool #atched her. Her countenance was the Rose . a fUC S. ISHAM, The Strollers" OWEN-MERRILL COMPANY dork shadow crossed it; beu'enth her lashes her eyes were like night. "But he failed because Charles, the emperor, failed him," she said almost mechanically, "and, broken In spirit, met his death miserably in exile. Yet his cause was just. His memory Is dearer than that of n conqueror. She, the queen mother, is dead. God alone may deal with her." More composed, she resumed her place in the chair on the other side of the table, the sword across her ann. "And how came you, mistress," he asked, regarding her closely, "in the pleasure palace built by Francis?" "When the castle wns taken, all who had not fled were a gamekeeper and his little girl?myself. The latter"? ironically?'"pleased some of the court ladles. They commended her wit, and gradually was she advanced to the high position she occupied when you arrived," with a strange glance across the board at her listener. "And the gamekeeper?your fatheris dead?" "Long since." "Tho I..4 !-? -? >? -unu 11V Uiuumi I "Yes, n girl who, It is believed, died with him In Spain." The entrance of the servant to remove the dishes Interrupted their further conversation. As the door opened from below came the voices of newcomers, tbo Impatient call of tipplers for ale, the rattle of dishes in the kitchen. Wrapped In the recollections the conversation had evoked, to Jacqueline the din passed unnoticed, and when the cosy cheeked lass had gone It was the jester who first spoke. "What a commentary on the mockery of fate that the sword of such a man. so illustrious, so unfortunate, should be intrusted to n fool!" "Why," she said, looking at him, her arms on the table, "you drew it bravely, and once more bravely kept it sheathed." His face flushed. She half, smiled, then placed the blade on the board before him. "There it Is." Abovo the sword he reached over, as if to place his hand on hers, but. she > She pressed, the hilt to her llpt. quickly rose. Absently he returned the weapon to his girdle. "How tired X feel I" she said. Immediately he got up. "You are worn out from the Journey," he observed quickly. But be knew It was not the journey that had most affected her. "I will leave you," he went on. "Have you everything you need?" "Everything," she answered carelessly. He walked to the door. The light was on bis face; hers remained shaded. "Good night," She said. "Good night, Jacqueline, duchess of Dubrols," he answered, and, turning, disappeared down the corridor. CHAPTER XXIII. | wa 1ROM one of the watchtowers I J* I of the town rang the clear note of a trumpet, a tribute of sSuSD melody, occasioned by* the awakening in the east. As the last clarion tones- re-echoed over the sleeping village a crimson rim appeared above the horlson, and soon the entire wheel of the chariot of the sun god rolled up out of the Illimitable abyss and began Its dally race across the sky. About the- same time the sleepy guard at the town gate was relieved by an equally drowsy appearing trooper. Here and there windows were flung open, and around the well In the small public square the maids began to congregate. In the taproom of the tavern the landlord moved about, setting to rights the tables and ehnlrs or sprinkling fresh sand bn the floor. The host had but opened the front door, permitting She fresh, Invigorating air from -without to enter, when the duke's plalsant, his cloak over his arm, descended the stairs and, addressing the landlord, asked when he and his companion could be provided with breakfast. "Breakfast r* (rumbled the proprietor. "The maids are hardly up, and the 11 res must yet be started. It will be an hour or more before you can be Mrrsd. Xou cttfl.toctu.wriy.". The plnisnnf made no rtply as he strode to the door and looked out, noted sundry slgus of awakening life down tho narrow street and then returned to the taproom. "You had a noisy company here last night, landlord," he vouchsafed, glancing around the room and recalling the laughter and shouts he had heard below until n late hour. "Noisy company!" retorted tho Innkeeper. "A goodly company that ate and drank freely. Distinguished company that paid freely; the king's own guards, who are acting as escort to Robert, the duke of Frledwald, nnd his bride, the princess. Noisy company, forsooth!" ? i "Tho duke is here also?" "Yes; at the chateau. The princess had become weary of travel; besides, had sprained her ankle, I heard, and would have it the cavalcade should tarry a few days. They e'en stopped at my door," he went on osteutatlously, "nnd called for a glass of wine for the princess. 'Tis true she took it with a frown, but the hardships of Journeying do not agree with grand folks." These last words the Jester, absorbed in thought, did not hear. With his back to the man, he stood gnxlng through the high window, apparently across the street. But between the two houses on the other side of the thoroughfare was a considerable open space, nnd through this, far nwny on the mount, could be seen the chateau. "And yet it was a handsome cavalcade," continued the proprietor, his predilection for pomp overcoming his churlishness; "the princess on a steed with velvet housings, set with precious stones; her Indies attired In eastern silks; behind, the men of arms?Francis' troops In rich armor, the duke's soldiers more simply arrayed. At the head of the procession rode"?"Have the horses brought out at once." Thus brusquely interrupted, the innkeeper stared blankly at his guest, trim lm/1 Inff ?! ? J? " ? .. UU UI1U n?t luc n lUUUH nnu DOW stood In the center of the room confronting him. "And the breakfast?" asked the man. "I lmve changed my mlnd^ and do not want it," was the curt response. Hastily making his way to the room of the young girl, the jester knocked on the door. "Are you awake, JacquelineT' "Ves," answered a voice from within. "We must ride forth as soon as possible. The duke Is at the chateau." "At the chateau!" she exclaimed In surprise. Then after a pause: "And Triboulet saw us. He will tell that you arc here. I will come down at once. Walt," she added, as an afterthought seized her. He heard her step to the window. "I thiuk the gates of the chateau are open," she said. "I am not sure; it is 'so far." "l>o you see any one on the road leading down?" "No," came the answer. "Nor could I. But perhaps they hnve already passed." Again the Jester returned to the taproom, where he found the landlord polishing the pewter tankards. "The horses?" said the fool sharply. "The stable boy will bring them to the door," was the response, and the innkeeper held a pot in the air and leisurely surveyed the shining surface. "The reckoning?" Deliberately the man replaced the receptacle on the table and, pressing his thumbs together, began slowly to calculate, "Bottle of wine, 10 sous; capon, , 20 sous; two rooms"? when the Jester took from his coat the purse the young I girl had given him, and, selecting a | coin, threw it on the board. At the I sight of the purse and its golden contents the countenance of the proprietor mollified. His price forthwith varied with his changed estimate of his guest's condition. "Two rooms, 50 arm a f/vlHon iA ? ??a. ?? , .vuuvi, w nuun, tit; WCUl Oil. "That -would make"? "Keep the coin," said the plaisant, "and have the stable boy make haste." With new alacrity the Innkeeper thrust the pistole into a leathern pouch he carried at his girdle. A guest tAo paid so well could afford to be eccentric, and It he and the young lady chose to travel without breakfast It was obviously not for the purpose of economy. Therefore, exclaiming something about "a lazy rascal that needed stirring up," the now Interested landlord was about to go to the barn himself when, with a loud clattering, a party of horsemen rode up to the tavern. The door burst open, and Trl- j boulct, followed by a tall, rugged looking man and a party of troopers, entered the hall. Swiftly the jester glanced around him. The room had no other door than I that before which the troopers were ; crowded. He was fairly caught in a I trap. Remorsefully his thoughts flew to the young girl and the trust she . had imposed in him. How had he rej warded that confidence? By a temerity | which made this treachery on the part ; of the hunchback possible. Even now : before him stood Trtboulet, bowing : ironically. "I trust you are well?" Jeered the dwarf,?and, with a light, dancing step, | began to survey the other from side to side. "And tbe lady?Is she also well this morning? How pleased yon both were to see me yesterday P* assuming an insolent, albeit watchful, pose. "So you believed I bad run away from the duke? As If be could get on without me. What would be a honeymoon without Triboulet!" "Enough of this buffoonery!" said a decisive voice, and the dwarf drew back, not without a grimace, to make room for a person of soldierly mien who now pushed his way to the front. Over his doublet this gentleman wore a somewhat frayed but embroidered cloak; his broad hat was fringed with gold that had lost Its luster; bis counI tenance, deeply burned, seemed that of au okl ouaotUmer. fie raudad V, , - / I ' ^ the fool courteously, yet haughtily, j sword, sir!" he commanded in the tone of one accustomed to being obeyed. j "To whom should I give It?" asked the duke's Jester. J "To the Vicomte de Grulse, comniandnnt of the town. I have a writ for your arrest as a heretic." "Who has lodged this information against me?" , "Ttfboulet. That Is, he procured the duke's signature to the writ." 1 "And you think the duke a party to this farce, my lord?" said the fool, with assumed composure. "It has not I , ' ' "1 trust i/ou arc wcllf" jeered the dwarfoccurred to you that before the day Is over all'thofrvlllnge will be laughing at me spectacle of tlielr commandant? ' pardon me?being led by the nose by a Jester?" | The officer's sunburned face became yet redder. He frowned, then glanced ; suspiciously at Trlboulet, whose reputation was France wide, j "This man was the duke's fool," screamed the dwarf, "and was imprlsI oned by order of the king! Ills companion who Is here with lilm was formerly Jestress to the princess. She is a sorceress nnd bewitched the monarch. Then her fancy seized upon the , heretic, and by her dark art she open. sd the door of the cell for him. ToI getber they fled?she from the court, . be from prison." The commandant looked curiously , from the hunchback to the accused. If | this were acting, the dwarf was Indeed . a master of the art. "Beetles, his hasti? to leave the vllJ lag*;" ^eagerly went on Trlboulet. . "Why was he dressed at this hour? Ask the landlord If he did not seem un1 duly hurried." j At this appeal the innkeeper, who ( had been an Interested spectator, now became a not unwilling witness. "It is true he seemed hurried," he I answered. "When he first came down > he ordered breakfast. I happened to ' mention the duke was at the chateau, whereupon he lost his appetite with suspicious suddenness, called for bis horses and was for riding off with all , haste." i From the commandant's expression this testimony apparently removed any ! doubts be may have entertained. ! Above the heads of the troopers massed In the doorway the duke's plaisant saw Jacqueline standing on the 'stairs, ! with wide open dark eyes fastened upon him. Involuntarily he lifted his hand to his heart. Across the brief , space glance melted into glance, j Persecuted Calvin maid?had not her inie ueen untoward enough without this new disaster? Had not the king wrought sufficient 111 to her and hers In the past? Would she be sent back to the court, the monarch? For hlm| self, he had no thought but (or her, who was nobler even than her birthright. He had been thrice a fool who had not heeded portentous warnings? the sight of Trlboulet, the clamor of the troopers?and had failed to flee during the night. As he realized the penalty of his negligence would fall so heavily upon her, a cry of rage burst from the fool's Hps and he sprang to. ward his aggressors. The young girl became yet whiter. A moment she clung to the baluster, then started to descend the stairs. A dozen swords flashed before her eyes. She drew in her breath sharply, when, as If by some magic, the anger faded from the face of the duke's fool, the hand he had raised to bis breast fell to his side, his blade remained sheathed. "Your pardon, my lord," he said to the commandant "I have no intention or rousting trie authority of the law, but If you will grant me a few moments' private audlenpe in this room I promise to convince you the Duke of Ftiedwald never signed that writ" "Let him convince the council that examines heretics," laughed Tribouiet. "I will give you my sword, sir," went on the Jester. "Afterward. If you are satisfied, you shall return It to me. If you are uof, on my word as a man of honor I will go with you without more ado." "A Calvlnlst a Jester, a man of honor!" cried the dwarf. But narrowly the vlcomte regarded the speaker. "Pardleu!" be exclaimed gruffly. "Keep your sword! I promise you I can look to my own safety." And , In spite of Trlboulet's remonstrance he waved back the troopers and closed the door upon the plalsant and himself. Outside the dwarf stormed and stamped. "The Jester Is desperate. It is the noble count who 'is a nonny. Open, fool soldiers r This command not being obeyed by the men who guarded the entrance, the dwarf .began to abuse them. A considerably Interval elapsed. The hunchback, Who dared not go Into the | foot? sowpromifcd. by kae?b Ing before the keyhole. At the foot ol the stairs stood tho girl, her strnlnct' khz** fastened upon the door. "They must be near the window,* muttcre<l Trll>oulet In n disappoint tone, rising. "What can they l>e aboutt Rurely will he try to kill the com man dant." But cveu as he spoke the door wjh j suddenly thrown open and the vlcomtc appeared upon the threshold. "Clear the holl!" he commanded sharply to the surprised soldiers. "II I mistake not," he went on, addressing the duke's Jester, "your horses are at the door." "Tou ore going to let them go?" burst forth Trlboulet. "I trust you and this fair lady"?turning to the wondering girl, who now stood expectantly nt the side of the foreign fool?"will not harbor this In...... i.,-* i ubnauni VUl UUSpilHIll^ Wflll on the vicomte, without heeding the dwarf. "The king will hang you!" exclaimed Trlboulet. hla fnce black with disappointment and rage, as he witnessed tin plalsant and the J eatress leave the tavern together. "Let them go and you must answer to the king. One Is a heretic who threw down a cross; the other I charge with being a sorceress." A terrible arraignment in those days, yet the vlcointe was apparently deaf. Hat in hand, he waved them adieu. The steeds sprang forward, past the soldiers nnd down the street. "After them!" cried the dwarf to the troopers. "Dolts! Joltheads!" Whereupon one of the men, angered at this baiting, reaching out with bis iron boot, caught the dwarf such a sharp blow be staggered and fell, striking his head so violently he lay motionless on the walk. At the same time, far above, a body of troopers might have been seen Issuing from the gates of the chateau nnd leisurely wending their way downward. CHAPTER XXIV. ofciE part of the interview with the commandant which had RMinil resulted in their release the WW jester told his companion as they sped down the Bloping plain in the early silvery light which transformed the dewdrops and grassy moisture into veils of mist. Behind them the chateau was slowly fading from view; the town had already disappeared. "Upon the strength of the letter from the emperor the vicomte took the responsibility of allowing us to depart," explained the fool. "In it his majesty referred to his message to the king, to the part played by him who took the place of the duke, and what he was pleased to term my services to Francis and himself." So much the plalsant related, but he did not add that the commandant, with Triboulet's words in mind, had at first Apmurrtful ohmif ? ?- - rvtMi?tiu0 lut JVOV1 toq to go. "Vrai Dleu!" that person had exclaimed. "If what the dwarf said be true? To cross the king! And yet," h? had added cynically, "it Rounds most unlike. Did Aladdin flee from the genii of the lamp? Such a magician is Francis. Chateau, gardens?'tis clearly an Invention of Trlboulet's!" And the fallacy of this conclusion the duke's plaisant had not sought to demonstrate. Without question the young girl listened, but when he had finished her features hardened. Intuitively she divined a gap in the narrative?herself! From the dwarfs slur to Caillette's gentle look of surprise constituted a natural span for reflection. And the duke's fool, seeing her face turn cold, attributed it perhaps to another reason. Her story recurred to him; she was no longer a nameless Jestress; an Immeasurable distance separated a mere plaisnnt from the survivor of one of the noblest. If most unfortunate, families of France. She had not answered the night before when he had addressed her as the daughter of the coifetable; motionless as n statue had she gazed after him, and, remembering the manner of their parting, he now looked at her curiously. "All's well that ends well," be said, "but I must crave indulgence, Lady Jacqueline, for having brought you into such peril." She flushed. "Do you persist in that foolishness?" she returned quickly. "Do you deny the right to be so called r "Did I not tell you the constable's daughter is dead?" "To the world I But to the fool?may he not serve her?" "Poor servicer' she retorted. "A discredited mistress P' "One I am minded for," he replied, a sudden flash In bis eyes. She looked away. Her Hps curved. "For how long?" she said, half mockingly, and touched her horse before ha could reply. What words had her action checked on his Hps? To serve her seemed a happiness that drowned all other ills; a selfish bond of subordination. Her misfortunes dignified her. Her worn gown was dearer in his eyes than courtly splendor, the disorder of her hatr more becoming than nets of gold and coifs of Jewels. He forgot their danger. The broad plain lay like a pleasure garden before them. At the sight of a bush, white with flowers, she uttered an exclamation of pleasure and broke off a branch covered with fragrant blossoms as they rode by. Out of the depths of this storehouse of sweets a plundering humming bird flashed and vanished, a Jewel from nature's crown! She held the branch to her face, and he glanced at her covertly. She was all Jestress again. The cadence of thkt measured motion shaped itself to an ancient lyric In keeping with the song of birds, the blue sky and the wild roses. "Hark, hark! ? Pratty lark! L4ttl? heedest thou my pain." He bent his head, listening. He WuW acarcej^ ^^h^wojds^W*| , ft a sense or now secnnry rnnt movea I her, the roue lion of their narrow escape. the knowledge they were leaving , the chateau mid ull danger behind . them? "Hark, hark! ' Pretty larl;!" Boom! Far in the distance sounded the discharge of u cannon, its irou 1 j voice the antithesis to the poet's dainty ! j pastoral. As the report reverberated . ' over the valley, from the grass in, numerable Insects arose; the din died away, the dlsturlied earth dwellers ' sank back to earth again. The song . ceased from the young girl's lips, and, , gaslng quickly back, she could Just dls' tlngulsh above one of the parapets of the chateau a wrenth, already nearly dissolved in the blue of the sky. The Jester, who had also turned In his saddle, met her look of inquiry. "It sounds like a signal of some kind, a salute, perhaps," he said. "Or a call to arms?" she suggested. And he made no answer. "It menus? 1 pursuit!" , Silent tliey rode on, but more rapidly. With pale face nnd composed mien ( she kept by his side; her resolute expression reassured him, while her | glance said, "I)o not fear for ine." i Gradually had they been descending from the higher slopes of the country of which the chateau mount wns the loftiest point and now were pnsslng through the lower stretches of Innd. Here the highway ran above fields inundated by recent rnins and marshes converted into shluing lakes. Out of the water uprose n grove of , trees, spectral-like; screaming wild fowl skimmed the surface or circled above. The pastoral pence of the meadows, garden of the wild flower , and home of the song bird, was replae, ed by a waste of desolation nnd wllder, ness. Long tliey dashed on through the loneliness of that land?a depress Ing flight. Rut more depressing than the abandoned nnd forlorn aspect of the scene was the consciousness that their steeds had become road worn i and were unable to respond. Ixmg, long, tlicy continued this pace, a * strained period of suspense, and then the fool drew rein. ( "Look, Jacqueline," be said. "The 1 river!" * Before theiu, fed by the rivulets from 1 the distant hills, the foaming current 1 threatened to overflow Its banks. Already the rising waters touched the flimsy wooden structure that spanned the torrent. Contemplatively he regarded It and then, placing his hand for a moment on hers, said encourag1 ingly: "Perhaps, after all, we are borrowing trouble?" She shook her heud. "If 1 could but think it," ?\?? auawered. Something 1 seemed to rise In her throat. "A mo1 ment I forgot and?was not unhappy! But now 1 feel ns though the end was 1 closing about us." ^ He tightened his grasp. "You are ' worn with fatigue?fanciful," he re[ piled. "The end!" she repeated passlonate1 ly. "Yes, the end!" and threw off his ' hand. "Look!" 1 He followed her eyes. "Waving plumes!" he cried. "And drawing neurer! Come, Jacqueline, let us ride on!" "How?" she answered In a ltfeleas tone. "The bridge will not hold." For answer he turned his horse to It; proceeded slowly across. It wavered and bent. Her wide opened eyes followed liim. Once she lifted her hand to her breast and then became conscious he stood on the opposite bank, calling her to follow. She started. A strange smile was on her lips, and, touchlug her horse sharply, she obeyed. "Is It to death he has called me7" she asked herself. In her ears sounded the swash and eddying of the current. She closed her eyes to keep from falling, when she felt a hand on the bridle, and In a moment had reached the opposite shore. The Jester made no motion to remount, but remained at her horse's head, closely surveying the road they had traveled. "Must we go on?" she said mechanically. "Only one of them can cross at a time," he answered, without stirring. ' "It Is better to meet them here." "Oh," she spoke up, "If the waters would only rise a little more and carry awnj- me unuge; He glanced quickly around him, weighing the slender chance for success If he innde that last desperate stand, and then, grasping a loose plank, began using It as a lever against one of the weakened supports of the bridge. Boon the beam gave way and the structure, now held but at the mid' die and one side, had already begun to sag when from around the curve of the highway appeared Louis of Hochfels and u dozen of bis followers. The free baron rode to the brim of i the torrent, regarded the flood and ,f the bridge and stopped. He was / /' mounted on a black Spanish barb < 1 whose glistening sides were flecked / ' with foam. A clonk of cloth of gold fell from his brawny shoulders; his ^ heavy, red face looked out from be1 neath a sombrero fringed with the same metal. A gleam of grim recollecAS ?a - nuii HDone rrom his bloodshot eyes as | they rested on the fool. "Oh, there you nre!" he shouted, with savage satisfaction. "Out of the frying pan Into the Are, or, rather?for you | escaped the fugots at Notre Dame?out ' of the Are Into the frying pan!" i (to as ooirrmuiu.1 , The nmn who discovered wisdom [ died, and his bones arc forgotten, but the fellows who invent foolishness arc on the lecture platform and on the stage, and we hand them every dollar that we can dig up. Some men may lie Incapacitated at ) the age of sixty, but the boy orator la I Just getting good.