New-York tribune., 1903-11-10
Bread and LoVe.
by NELLIE X. BLIssETT.

she turned and looked back at hin For second.
-, = don't know where III 60 she said. simply
He sprang to hIs feet and made step strsr Ger.
but the look on her face held aim back.
ne again man doesn't choose love Go
back-tO your Breadr'
Jean Modesto sat late that night IN the case he
was moody and suHen, and received the fsleits~
tons of MS friends upon his approaching nzrrass .
with singular lack OF gsnlaiity. The rough jokes
proper 20 tne occasion only elected gro'sI Eroi.
nm n reply. and at ast his fellow fishers Lst Mn
alone 70 drink his vine Ia peace -, -.
this however, the strong black stun left aim =
but otherwise the same
gloomy face before the end 0f the evening Is
father met him In the dark TN passage. slo1c.1rg
iS OicioGs - eye BlasE Gs6Tsss Modss5s had never
quite made out his silent son
Take the Old boat. and don't 20 on 70 the Camel
Rock TN be bit thick out there before NOM
Jean growled some. inartieulase response sa9
which served him for bedroom. and stumbled sav-
agely against pie Of 6asNets- Ine - saSo51tkns 5
upon the cruGely oolored Virgin and Cnild gInnsc5
yellow hair under the Nadonna's white veil rested
upon the picture 1or a moment 1ne gieaass giess %
unsndurable stab OF reneruorance- Turning rom
the picture with something between an oath ard
a sob. he hu1g himse.f. face downward. uDoa tns
which hurt him as though with some fierce pnysi-
cal pain Once he na8 started ~. and sat srar11f
bSr So he seemed to see himself rrudzinz through
he scented woods to the little cabin where shs
lived with inn5ecils grandma ther. Bs Tstcod az
poor child, as she had come 50 nary t.zns ss-
fore He heard bis Swn voice teIlag he.-he az
ness ,,s of It an came over him again AID ne f.a
The stars we're growing pale when BE rose. groDea
his way 70 the door and went out Lne an 80. "a
cred once or twice as be qnn9ored tns % 2Sss
s and 5SS 2Gsnsa Ss G Ss ro%sd seemed 70 cs ne fos d
stead OF the water, and great drops of 1soisr1-rs
ss6ieda5 8 Sleeves o. bis shirt AZ rala.
can ~ s sO5i oss ss.s @ nGssd as be hsadsd Zoe
the horns OF the bay -, -,, ---.,,,-. ~.
the rocks along the shore The mist strearneS pasc
him n wreaths and tTa5.5 aSs aS IsSvs.s bie..TS
A. Iast he struggled out between the horns oe
the little harbor and found his fathers nets Tsey
had drffted little and most u y1eLn Sers
rouEet or rascasss strlsgilag here and there n
rest he rowed after It slowly. looking % a. tns
yelled outline Of the shore ,,.
Somewhere above hin, enaong Ine ps 30 - L.szs
n.tls cabin with It's or2a sEs soSsH i E20l = s Ga
- T-ist was The fair haired girl he had lost
He found the corks oo5oiag Up and ao~n uoqq.
Jns s. f beav he ieaaed far out ef the boat g cras
It gP and ths light vessel sesleG 2 2Ssr ~, i12 Ts 7i
water as he tugged at the net e si. soGd net q ~
=
AT a. once he was srfll. staring be10re I'M 10
TIE water. CLEAN Ike wet gold oeSao % soo@
through the brown ueS1eS OF ne net
lean Modesto white and still, u1ade ore ncre
sro ard hauled the TITO the boat Lnen -
k-eIt down beside u and began. with a treac,ok
quiet1sss TO cut the brown rieshes away rro1a t1s
boGy OF a girl with yellow hair - -.
STa vas quite dead. He Euelt at the eorron o.
the boat ana held wet. fair head against nts
b-sast Re mad had his choice. and he had CHOSEN.
P-asd and Love-Love. ard Bread Re looAS1
5ov- sbudSerf1g This was his choice-this
Suddenly a puff OF air tore through the rog- en1
uSted IL high above the drifting boat A go usna
sho wed n the sSythe wind had risen VIZ ne stI.
Every Instant the wind grew, and hzht spray
dashed across the boat: out Of the morning fos a
dark share began 20 loom
Jean Modesto seeing Il. Htted his bowed head,
A moment more and he had s0rung 20 MS feet and
was hosting the huge red sail Then he sat down
again and took the dead giri n his arms. u vas
his idea OF psutence. perhaps even - pe1ancer
though n might not have appealed 20 the old Cur4
OF ST Maurfn Love Is not worth drowning Tor, ns
had told her cruelty. Well she should see
The boat few before the wind the white sr-ay
lashed Ike a whip at the bending sail
IN TIRE pine wood ar Old woman walled dreartl-
70 uuheedfnE walls. IN 81. Mau-f1 Black Georges
Modesto swors his missing But n the
tower Of the Phare de St Naurf1. fsr above. the
zhthouse keepe- stood glued 70 his telsscops.
helpless and amazed before the spectacle OF fish
fng boat under full sal tearing straight down upon
the Camel Rock--(Black and White