Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-07-06

dens-close caps of black and yellow and
scarlet and silver-that they have to use
in wind-swept st. Guenola. She was an
orphan, and had come TO live with ner
aunt, and a brighter, sweeter, more naive
girl of thirteen it was never my luck to
meet.
/ remember the first day we saw her.
Miss Browne and l were clambering over
the rocks with, 1 infer, considerable awk-
wardness and hesitation. Three girls, one
carrying baby, one a bowl and the third
a huge carving knife, were following us at
respectful distance. l turned and greeted
them, as is the friendly custom in Brittany,
and straightway the girl with the baby,
who was as tall and 1.-the and graceful as
the others We're square and dumpy, and
who wore the muslin coiffe of Kerity, hand
ed the baby to the knife-bearer and came
running over the powders to seize Miss
Brownies hand and help her across rift,
signing to the maiden with the bowl to
perform the like office for me.
We refused the assistance mot without
some chagrin at its being thought neces-
sary), but took advantage of the oppor
tunity to ask what they We're doing. A
glance at the bowl furnished the answer.
They were gathering shellfsh. variety of
limpet thiIk They generously offered US
some but We declined with thanks. The
baby was less fastid.ous Whenever she
seemed disposed to cry. one of the girls
would run the knife deXterously inside a
shell and extend the poor inmate still
ssquirming helplessly. on the point of the
1t eagerly. Why she did not impale her
self is a mystery only to be explained on
the guardian angel theory-one in which
every true Breton has implicit faith, by
the way.
l asked Jeanne If she would pose for me,
and she was perfectly delighted at the
prospect. And didn't 1 want her CANA
rades, too? l looked at the stolid, bovine
faces of the other girls-and temporzed.
Some day would paint them. but 1 would
begin with Jeanne. They both accompa-
MED her to the inn. however, with the
loyal child would say: Don't you want
my camarades today?" and each day
would answer, by and by
Dear little Jeanne! The morning We left
she appeared as usual, put Felice down
en- Miss Brownies writing table and stood
around one foot watching us pack 1
thought she had something on her mind,
and presently the other Jeanne punched
her to signify the time had come. Jeanne
Owed into the depths of her pocket and
produced a bundle done up IL a forlorn
handkerchief, which. not without embar-
rassnent and suppressed excitement. she
proceeded to unUra3 aG1 present to me as
a token of her uudyirg affection. 1t was
a shell box of the most extraordinary form
and manufacture that the eyes of woman
ever rested on. The dull orbs of the other
Jeanne glowed with admiration at the
splendor of the offering.
There is a little sail1r chapel at st.
Guenole. built NJ high-water mark. full OF
votiye offerings of miniature ships made
during the long winter evenings by CRATE
full mariners, where the rector of Pen
march celebrates mass every Sunday
morning at o'clock and walks back a
couple of miles across country to say mass
iE st. Nonra's * 10. 1t is called Notre
Dame de Ia Joie. and i; serves as physi-
cal as we'll as a spiritual beacon. for its
bell tolls when the fog is thick and light
burns i'll its tower Oh dark rights and its
belfry is the first sign of land the return
ing sailor makes out