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quickly dispelled &c. Ho treatod her
like an elder sister and did not mind
appearing ridiculous in her eyes. To her
this was sufficient proof that he was not
in love. Anxious to warn him against
lies mnuros, she continued to show him
q calm, motherly affection, and the
thougpt Of having for Jacques any other
sentiment would have shocked her.
Ate, spending the greater part OF an
czceeainsiy hot day mdoora, they went
oro evening for their accustomed offer
dinner stroll in tho fields. The setting
sun poured its purple rays over tho
country. tingcing sky and meadows,
houses ard trees with fire. The ocean
was notified with red spots, forming
bloody strcaks.
Hardly a haystack's Irregular cone
sSood out in melancholy profile against
thy sly.
"Let's climb itT said Jacques.
NSrgucrite gleefully clcppedher hands.
Jacques went ON Go r~ecoEnoiter. The
road was deserted. no n was to DO
seen In tho ncighborhood.
She began the ascent with great difi-
Guilty. Her feet would slip, her fingers
lose their hold, while the bits OF dry hay
scratched her face. Her more sturdy
companion followcda helpedher along.
Reaching tho top, they sat down and
looked at each other, then burst cut
laughing like schoolboys stealing fruit
or serious persons caught in foolish Get.
Tho descent was more easily accom-
plisbed. The eayoty had passed, and
both opened books they had brought.
Jacques lay Fat OH the ground, resting
upon his elbow. Marguerite was stretch
ed on a pile OF hay WHICH formed & ccrt
Of chaiGe Tongue. Her tiny feet just
pocFed from under the ho,n Of her gown.
Tho thin cloth shoes perfectly outlined
her archo1 instop and delicate ankles.
Il wa9 too hot to read. They were
both silent. jacques eyes were riveted
on Marguerite. Her red lips trercblcl
like a flower under the breeze. Her soft,
white throat was smooth rs the surface
Of g lake. At every breath her bosom
heaved, ana the thin material Of Ler
dress swelled like @ sail. Her whole
personality exheled the subtle perfume
Of elegance. II was the FIRST time
Jacques lad rosiced these charming de.
tails, and unconscioUHly he became alb
soIbed in their contemplation. Littlo
by little his Thoughts became confused;
his soul rose to hi8 eyes. lie breathed
with difficulty, and O languoT crept over
him. The heat Of the day mounted to
his head and intoxicated him.
The country around was resting after
the days heat. In the faroT fields WON
en- were gathering potatoes, and near
them little boys threw clods Of earth at
each other. From time 20 tiEetho cows
lying on the grass would low and turn
their heads toward the setting sun as to-
ward a departing friend.
Suddenly through the silent fields rang
the cries Of an angry voice.
"The field guardI' exclaimed Mar
gucrite.
In the distance wasa man E~esticulGting
threateningly at this couple, who had
pulled down his carefully stacked hay.
Like two guilty children, their first
thought was 20 fly from the ruined lay.
stack. The boy was up with one bound.
But in her haste Marguerite lost her bal
anco and fell. He caught her in his arms
and righted her.
They ran across tho field. For an in
.'sta1t they hid behind a large mound Of
earth, then made straight for the beach.
Here they sought shelter in o hat used
only by the customs officers and kept
very still, fearing TO give their pursuer
the alarm.
Seated on tho narrow benoh Mime.
Helm leaned against jacques, She had
baeYcr seemed so beautiful. Quito breath
from the run her checks were red. her
nostrils quivered. With Bonded neck
! and wide open eyes she listened IN laugh
ing anxiety for the steps outside.
Ills ecstasy was complete. Putting
his arm around her waist he drow closer
20 her. Turning to him in childish gleo
she said, ''JacqSes, we are sayedv'
It was the first time she had called him
simply Jacques, and the boy lost his
head; with q hrusGue movement he seized
Marguerito's hand and imprinted on her
wrist a passionate kiss.
Very pale, she rose, not knowing what
to gay Or think. A great reInorse struCl:
her Ike a knife. Had she shown too
much affection for Jacques? Fed she
been guilty OF coquetry toward him:
The days of their intercourse flashed
through her memory, and she found her
SELF guilty.
Instantly she resolved by Gomo cruelty
which Jacques could not forgive to kill
the love she had inspired. She castupon
the boy one last look OF infinite tonder-
ness; then, gathering all her strength for
the deathblow, she said in her cold, beau
tiful voice:
'rYou little foolr-Trcnslatod For Ar
gonaut From tho French Of Albert Gui-
non by Alice Ziska.
Tho rae OF the Telephone.
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