Connecticut western news., 1894-01-11
CANAAN, CONN, THURSDAY JANUARY


 when one of the sailors saw him and came after him. Compelled to return to his vessel, he had time to reflect. A sudden fit of rage, fight, would prove nothing, and he would never know the truth. #-.
 So he calmly watched the work of reparation, which was coming on apace. At 3 o'clock his wife brought him his luncheon. At his son came to kiss him goodby, and that evening he set sail again, after having seen the Ear- ding leave Treport for England.
 The following Saturday. after ter rible tempest, the fishing fleet returned to Treport. laden with fine catch of fish. Master Fournier looked quickly to see if the English three master were at the quay, but she was not there.
 Disem barking, he learned that the Harding had gone down in sight of Spithead, and that all on board had been lost.
 Harry Evans, then, was dead. His wife alone knew the truth. He would not daro to question her. He would never know the truth-he would doubt her always!
 From that time every one in Treport remarked that Master Fournier had grown taciturn. They asked his wife the reason, but she replied evasively that she did not know.
 His sailors found him rougher than before and more avaricious. He often returned to Treport on Sunday morn- ing and left again the same evening, without nights rest.
 One week he came back on Tuesday, and the news spread that the St. Lau- rent had brought back the corpse of drowned man. According to the cus- tom of that part of the coast, Master Fournier had given orders to return to port, losing his catch of fish, in order to bury the dead.
 Accompanied by two of his sailors, he made his deposition before the com missioner, and the latter had him sign the declaration that ''the body of drowned man had been recovered by the St. Laurent at a point 15 miles SSW of Spithead, measuring feet 10 inches in height, dressed in blue woolen shirt, trousers of gray cloth and necker- chief of red cotton; no papers, no marks to establish identity supposed, from the place of drowning, in default of other evidence, to have been one of the crew of the Harding.
 Early the next morning a funeral procession traversed the village and bore to the little church the remains of the unknown sailor found by the St. Lau- rent. Behind the coffin walked the sailors of the St. Laurent, their master at their head, and behind the men came the wives or mothers of the sailors. The religious ceremony was brief, but respectfully followed. and the un- known dead was conducted to the cem- etery by the great family of sailors of Treport, who honor themselves in thus honoring the remains of others.
 "Get yourselves ready announced Master Fournier to his men. We go to sea directly"
 Fournier led his wife to little knoll few paces away from the cemetery. He wished to speak with her without witnesses.
 Wife" he said, "do you know for whom you have come to pray2"
 She trembled and pressed her hus- bands hand. She had never seen him so solemn.
 ''The man we have just buried was | Harry EvanS-wait!' Mime. Fournier turned pale. Her hus- band rendered her a paper, stained as if with water.
 Wife, I have doubted you. My l punishment is to accuse myself of 1t. l read the letter he dared to write to you, and I have been very miserable. The other night when this drowned man was found alone searched him. could not show to others, not even to the commissioner, the only paper he had on him, in little bag of oiled silk. The water had dimmed 1t little, but l have read it nevertheless.
 It was the answer written to the handsome English sailor by Mime. Four nier:
 SIR-I love my husband. That is the sole answer can make to your letter. shall say | nothing to my husband, for he would kill you. | Never come here again.
 Wife, do you forgive me?"
 "Oh, my poor husband. how you have suffered!"
 From that day Master Fournier grew young and gay again, but nothing can keep him from going out with all sails set.-Translated For San Francisco Argonaut From the French of Pierru Sales.
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