Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-02-13


The little shoe tossed from one side to
another, and finally it filed with water.
Jeanne looked up and said, Naughty
boy Put on your shoe quick ?;
Just then somebody touched her shout
der 1t was stranger from Paris, per-
haps. This seemed probable from the
naughty air, which people from the city
always have, and also from his cold, harsh
look and pale countenancc.
81 want a boat" said the strange per-
solr, "to 90 into toe citing" Jacques ap.
preached, "Ifyou like, sir, am ready.
Here Fanorm
"W bat take that brute along with us ?
Horrid cur he is filthy and smells of old
fish. | can't bear him for companion "
Il will rot 20 without my dog said
Jacq'hs
"Come !" said the stranger, "thls beast
is of no use. will give you louis to
leave the dog" Jacques looked at his
wife hesitatingly. Jeanne was pale. The
stranger tossed the louis in his hand
Just then Ange cried, "My shoe has
gone to the bottom !" And Jeanne said,
bOl l ~ "iJLbul tbt loR'
Soon the ine.Anguiile left the shore,
and, breaking through the rosy water,
disappeared in the distance, like a faint
cloud.
Jeanne turned toward the house, carry
ing her child, whose little bare foot hung
over her dress.
When she reached the heights, she turn
ed to sean the horizon. She saw thick
gray band stretched along it. Seized with
ANXIOUS forebodlngs, she paused
will it be fair z" she asked Of Father
Lucas, the cow.herd. "What sort of
night will they have over by the Thunder
Rocks and the White Mare and in the
ofling ]"
Father Lucas in turn scanned the hori-
zon.
dine Anguille is a good boat sale he
and passed on with his cows.
alt is the wind" thought Jeanne, as
Ange by an unconscious movement cover
ed his foot with her apron. at is the
wind God be mercilul to us ~ Then she
entered the house.
At ten o'clock gusts began to blow. The
waves moancd piteously. Jeanne could
not sleep. But neither the moaning of
wind nor wave could disturb Ange as he
lay wrapped snugly in his little cradle.
His mother struck light One is not so
much frightened when one can sea clear
/ ly. Then il seems as if any one could do
anything.
"The wind o my God the wind"
Dried Jeanne. "B ut at any rate Fanor is
with them.0
Then, as everything creaked and moan
ed around her, she fell into a slight Stun.
Der. She saw the great sea with its
tright!ul CULTS, It's white y6wning mouth,
its threatening rocks, and its decettul
shoals. She saw her child on the beach
splashing the water with his naked foot.
She saw the little wooden shoe which had
been wrecked Then she heard the voice
OF Ange murmuring, I'll make a storm"
Jeanne trembled.
Then, as the roof of the cottage moved
and creakcd she remembered how the
waves had entered the little shoe.
All aC once, she rose up and took Ange,
fast asleep, in her arms 1t was raining
hard, and the wind blue strongly. She lit
a lantern a sudden gust put it out, and
she was lett in the darkness. But the surf
made SO much noise that it served as a
guide She reached the beach in safely
Ange Q Ange If Fine Anguillo has
persisted"
The belfry OF Larmor stood back in the
sombre night, and the sea dashed its white
foam at the very steps OF the church.
Jeanne seated herself on the damp sill
and wrapped Ange in her cloak, waited
with Ion ing eyes, counting every wave.
Slowly the day broke, and the storm
abated as the sun rose. I: shone first on
the fortress of Port Louis, then along the
rest of the coast; ard Jeanne saw the
little wooden shoe broken among the peb-
bles-" Broken and yet so light it ought
to have toated! -
Then Jeanne saw the Fine. Anguile.
Her SAIL WAS rene and tattered. Her
broken mast hung half in the water. All
that could be hoped that they would come
in with TIE tide, and that jacques would
be able to avoid the rocks Perhaps they
still preserved their oars. AS she listened
she thought she heard them striking en-
the row-lockS; bu; no, it was the wind.
me broken mast might sui serve 70 nulu
them off the rocks. Already she could
hear Fanor'S voice. But on the heaying
plain her glance could barely follow the
little craft Finally rs a sudden gust blew
atresh, it disappeared altogether
Jeanne closed her eyes. And when they
re-opeued, jacques and Fanor were beside
her. Jacques was pale; Fanor, with red
distcnded nostrils, and painting, shook the
water from his shaggy coat.
"Well, > said Jacques, "we have been
very uulucky! We beat all night against
the wind. | wished to come in last night
after we had doubled the citadel | knew
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