Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1903-11-12

'and from the look OF the sky yonder,"
pointing southwark. 1t is going 10
bring on storm. How Is Nine. Rous-
sillon todayT'
she is complaining as she usually
does when she feels extremely well"
said Alice That's why ! had 10 take
her place at the oven aud bake pies !
got hot and came out TO catch "A bit OF
this breeze. oh. but you needn't smile
and look greedy, Pere Beret, the pies
are not for your teeth
My daughter. | am not II glutton, |
hope. had meat not two hours since
some broilcd young squirrels with
cress. sent me by Rene de Ronville. Ne
never forgets his old father"
ooh, / never forget you either, mon
per-. | thought OF you today every
time spread IA crust and filled II with
cherries. and when took out pie, all
brown and hot. the red juice bubbling
out OF IL ~ good smelling and tempting
do you know what said to myselfT'
How could | know. my child"
well, | thought this Not single
bite OF that pie does Father Beret get u
why 40. my daughter
Because you said II was bad of mc
TO read novels, and told Mother ROus
sillon 10 hide them from me. I've had
any amount Of trouble about IT,"
TIA. Ia. Read the good books that
gave you. They will soon Kill the TASTE
for these silly romances."
II tried" said Alice. Il tried very
hard. and it's no use. Your books ar,
dull and stupidity heavy. What DO
care about something that II queer lo
OF saints did hundreds OF years ago II
times Of plague and famine; Saints
must have been poky people. ard II Il
poky people who care to read abou
them. | think. like reading about
brave. heroic men and beautiful won
en-. and war and love"
Pere Beret looked away with curl
Gus expression In his face. his eyes hall
closed
And I'll tell you now. Father Beret,
Alice went on after a pause. mo more
claret aud pies do you get until | cal
have my own sort OF books back agar
20 read as please" She stamped hel
moccasin shod foot with decided en-
cry.
The good priest broke into a hearty
laugh. and, taking of his cap Of grass
straw. mechanically scratched his balt
head.
Although, as Father Beret had said
the suns heat was violent, causing
that gentle soul TO pass his bundled
handkerchief with wiping circular
motion over his bald and bedewed
pate. the wind was momently freshen
ing. while up from behind the trees Oh
the horizon beyond the river a cloud
was rising blue black. tumbled and
grim against the sky.
well" said the priest, evidently try
Ing hard 10 exchange his laugh for d
look of regretful resignation. you will
have your own way, my child. and
Then you will have pies galore and
no end VI claretr' she interrupted, al
the same time stepping 10 the witht
tied and peg latched gate of the yard
and opening IT, Come In, you dear
good father before the rain shall be
gin. and sit with me OF the gallery
the creole word for veranda) It'll
the storm is over"
There was not photographer
camera TO be had in those days, but
what II tourist with one in hand
could have been there To take a snap
shot at the priest and the maiden as
they walked arm In arm to that squat
little veranda The picture today
would be worth its weight in Il first
water diamond. 1t would include the
cabin, the cherry tree. glimpse OF
the raw. Wild background and a SHARP
portrait group of Pere Beret, Alice and
Jean the hunchback. Each OF us car
see them, even with closed eyes. Led
by that wonderful guide, imagination
we step back "A century and more t.
look over a scene at once strangely at
tractive and unspeakably forlorn.
What was It that drew people away
from the old countries, from the cities
the villages and the vineyards of beau
tiful France, for example, to dwell In
the wilderness, amid wild beasts and
wilder savage Indians, with a rude
cabin for a home and the exposures
and hardships of pioreer life for theiI
daily experienced
Men like Gaspard Roussillon are OF
distinct stamp. Take him as'he was
Born In France, on the banks OF the
Rhone near Avignon, he came as ,
xapth TO Caneda. :vAepeei es6Efle ~