The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-09-04
The Globes Daily Short Story

1t was long, but Ferreol was pat
and said only:
you, are sure shall find MOnsi
KeneZek there?"
Certain sure" responded the sail
contentedly, Nothing but the heir
lacking now; that we'll put on yonder.
And followed by Ferreol, he tucked 4
der his arm a sort of elongated ball II
leather envelope, and took up the ma
for the front.
Ferreols costume reminded him as
scanned it of the camisole de force "
upon criminals. Never before, he :
himself, had condemned seen the hea'
man bearing his head under his arm WI
leading the victim to the, scaffolf-I
strange, lovers travesty, which he q
Presently, turning to right and H.
they reached a jetty advancing into 1
bay some ten to twenty meters. At
end Of 1t was the round crown Of buff
ductor, came running a second sailor, W
placed himself without word behs
Ferreops back.
"All ready?' said the first.
"All ready" responded Ferreol.
"You see the slate and the pencil hi
to your slider" queried the other again
SLATE and pencil BOTH" assented +.
reol, amiably.
It was the last word he spoke. )
Click! clacki rattle!
The helmet was over his head, boil
to his shoulders, the screw nuts hard
fast.
Parbleal at last flash Of enlighti
ment. Blinded, stif1ed. one single instt
nature rebelled against his principl
Too late, however, and protestations
Opportune.
For now he felt himself lifted and C;
ried apace, suspended in space; then
strange sensation of cold mounting fir
feet to waist and from waist to shoulde
He opened wide his eyes and throu
the helmets peppers" saw fish
Preliminaries decidedly not commc
place.
He continued to descend with relati
rapidity. Soon the sandy bottom
under foot, and there before him a me
who advanced to meet him, seized
slate at his belt and began to scra
upon it.. Ferreol, whose head buZzed
sawmill, stopped and read:
II am Kenezek; who are your"
The moment was solemn. Ferreol DIR
long breath, to which the complais
pump above him lent itself Willing
then with full lungs and grateful s.
This was Kenezek. this scaphana,
Of the sea, upon whom depended the l.
piness Of his life. They must come to,
understanding somehow. A sea diver
father-in-law was not fnadmiSsfble.
The situation had grown unique.
He seized the pencil and took his tt
at the slate, awkwardly at first, but s
II am Ferreol," responded he; five
Paris; income 1000 livres; love Ange
your daughter, and have the honor to
of you her hand in marriage"
Marry her If you like. r
"Consent?" cried Ferreol ardently,
once ravished and uneasy at the reply.
Consent? Yes" penciled Kenez'
good radiance, too. But quick begor
begone, I say; I've work to finish"
Ferreol delightedly sought to kneel
fore the paternal scaphandrier, but
inflated clothes held him erect. t.
act OF respectful homage was forbid;
him.
Meanwhile, seeing him hesitate, A
gele's father repeated his order, but F =
reol not knowing what to do in order
mount, and not hurrying enough to S
his temper, he pulled five times acco
ing to the rules, the cord Of recall, /
Ferreol shot aloft like a rocket throI
a company Of scuttling dorades.
II I'd been you," said the sailor,
received him, and to whom he bene
lently -proffered a glass Of rum, I'D HI
waited ten minutes. Kenezek quits VIC
you know, every day at o'clock.
Ferreol looked at his watch. Ten m
utes to s.
NO said he, "a man like me ne
waits minute"
And he promptly returned to Paris
ITO marry the charming Angele?"
No. Fifty odd hours late In return
the charming but impatient Angelo
married the other fellow.
And Ferreol was not surprised at