The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1900-01-04

figures standing huddled from the wind
in a rufae of flying drapery, and not
without a considerable need for more.
AT the humiliating spectacle Anastasie
clutched her night-dress desperately
about her and burst loudly into tears
The Doctor flew to console her; blu
she elbowed him away. She suspected
everybody of being the general public,
and thought the darkness was alive
with eyes.
Another CLEAN and another violent
gust arrived together; the house was
seen to rock on it's foundation, and,
eclipsed, a crash which triumphed over
the shouting of the wind announced it's
fall, and for a moment the whole gar
den was alive with skipping tiles and
~brickbats: One such missile grazed the
Doctors ear; another descended on the
bare loot of Aline, who instantly made
night hideous with her shrieks.
By this time the hamlet was alarmed,
lights flashed from the windows, halls
reached the party, and the Doctor an
swered, nobly contending against Aline
and the tempest. But this prospect of
help only awakened Anastasie to a
more active stage of terror.
Henri, people will be coming she
screamed in her husbands ear.
II trust So" he replied.
"They cannot. l would rather die"
she walled.
my DEAR" said the Doctor reprov-
ingly, you are excited. l gave you
some clothes. What have you done
with them?"
ooh, I don't know-I must have
thrown them away! Where are they?"
she sobbed.
Desprez CROPPED about in the dark
ness. "Admirable!" he remarked; my
velveteen trousers! This will exactly
meet your necessities"
"Give them to mel" she cried fierce
ly; but as soon as she had them in her
hands her mood appeared to alter
she stood silent for a moment, and then
pressed the garment back upon the
Doctor. Give them to Aline," she
said-"poor girl"
"Nonsense!" said the Doctor. "Aline
does not know what she is about. AL
inc is beside herself with terror; and
at any rate, she is a peasant. Now l
am really concerned at this exposure
for a person of your housekeeping
habits; my solicitude and your fan
tastic modesty both point to the same
remedy-the pantaloons." He held
them ready.
at is impossible. You do not under
stand" she said, with dignity.
By this time rescue was at hand. 1t
had been found impracticable to enter
by the street, for the gate was blocked
with masonry, and the nodding ruin
still threatened further a~valanches. But
between the Doctors. garden and the
one on the right hand there was that
very picturesque contrivance, a COM
mon we'll; the door IN the Desprez
side had CHANGED to be unbolted, and
now, through the arched aperture a
mans bearded face and an arm sup
porting a lantern were introduced into
the world of windy darkness, where
Anastasie concealed her woes. The
light struck here and there among the
tossing apple boughs, it glinted on the
grass; but the lantern and the glowing
face became the center of the world
Anastasie crouched back from the in
trusion.
"This way?" shouted the man. care
you all safer"
Aline, still screaming, ran to the
l newcomer, and was presently hauled
: head-foremost through the wall.
"Now, Anastasie, come on; il
= your turn" said the husband.
81 cannot" she replied.
: "Are we all to die of exposure, ma
dame?" Numbered Doctor Desprez.
a "You can go!" she cried. och, &c
! go away! 1 al stay here; I am quit
? warm"
8 The Doctor took her by the shoul
t ders with ar oath.
"stop!" she screamed. g" will pu
e them on"
e She took the detested lendings i
her hand once more; but her repulsio
was stronger than she. 'Never!" sh
+ cried, s~huddering and flung them ia
away into the night.
Next moment the Doctor had whirle
l. her to the well. The man was the1
y and the lantern: Anastasie closed he
It eyes and appeared to herself to
= about to die. How she was trans
/, r,orted through the arch she knew mo-