Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-03-15

the fact that the Ocean Waif or Lon
don. on IL voyage from Antwerp and
SOUTHAMPTON to the river Plate. had
supposedly been wrecked off the north
coast of France, sole survivor Albert
Robinson. apparently a fireman or
steward. who lay at the Hotel de Ia
PLACE at YpOrt. unconscious and SUI
fering from severe conclusion OF the
brain. BY midday also the cure was
established as sick nurse in the back
bedroom of the little hotel, with an
English conversation book, borrowed
from the schoolmaster. protruding from
the pocket of his soutane, awaiting the
return of Albert RobinsOn's inner con-
sciousness.
care you feeling better?" the cure
had all ready to fire off at him as soon
as he awoke to which the conversation
book made reply, "Yes, but have
caught severe chill on the mountain
which also the cure had made ready
to understand. with notifications.
But the day passed without any use
having been found for the CONVERSE
ton book. and sundry persons whose
business it was came and looked at
Albert Robinson and talked to the
priest and to Jean BelfOrt. who. to tell
the truth. made much capital ana
number of free glasses of red wine out
of the incident-and went away again.
The cure passed that night Oh the
second bed of the back bedroom or the
Hotel de la PLACE and awoke only at
daylight full of self reproach to find
his charge still unconscious, still plac-
i'd. like statue, with cheeks little
follower and lips little whiter. The
Young doctor came and shook his head
and dscoursed~ other cases OF
similar nature which he had read up
since the previous day and pretended
now to have remembered among his
experiences. He also went away again,
and Yport seemed to drop out of the
world once more into that oblivion TO
which a village with such a poor sea
front and no railway station or lOdS'
inc houses or hotels where there are
walters must expect to be consigned.
The cure had just finished his de-
jeuner of fish and an omelct. the day
being Friday. when a carriage ratified
down the village street, leaving behind
it doorways suddenly occupied by the
female population of Yport wiping lis
hands upon its apron.
at is Francois AIorin's carriage from
Fecamu," said Mother Senneville. with
PariYenne, who has parasol. if you
please"
No" corrected the cure, "that is an
Englshwoman. saw several last year
in Rouen."
And he hurried ont. hatless. cOnversa-
ton book in hand. He was rather tax
en- aback. never having spoken TO
person so we'll dressed as this English
girl, who nodded quickly in answer to
his salutation.
"Is this the hotel? Is lie here? Is
he conscious yet!" she asked in toler-
able French.
"Yes. madame. lie is here. but he Is
not conscious yet The Doctor
81 am not madame. | am mad 'lnoi-
selle. | am his sister" said the girl.
quickly descending from the carriage
and frankly accepting tie assistance OF
the cures rather timid hand.
He followed her meekly. wondering
at her complete self possession. ut an
utter lack of ceremony. mt certain
blunt framiness which was new TO
Yport. She nodded to Nine. Senneriiie.
"Whcre is he:" she asked.
"NIonsieur le Cure will show you. 1t
is he who has saved his life
The young lady turned and looked
into the priests pink face. which grew
pnker. This was not the material OF
which gallant rescuers are usually
made.
"Thank you. Monsieur le Cure" she
said, with sudden gentleness. Thank
you. II is so difficult, is it not, TO thank
any one?'
"There is not the necessity muir
INJURED the little cure rather confused
ly. and he led the way upstairs.
Once in the siclroom he found his
tongue again and explained matters
volubly enough. Besides, she made 1t
easy She WIS so marvelously natural,
80 free from certain constraint which
I'm some French circles is mistaken for
good manners. She asked every detail
Ind made particular inquiry at to who
had seen the patient.
"No one must be allowed to see him.
she said in her decisive way. "He must
be kept quite quiet. No one must APP
oroach this room, only you and |. Mon
,ieur le Cure"
"Yes. mademoisele." he said slowly.
Yes"
"You have been so good. You have
done such wonders that | rely upon
you to help me-"
Anu u suuuen snarp iooK ol anxiety
swept across her face.
I'VE shall he good friends" she said.
turning TO look at him us he stood near
the door.
1T will b. easT. | think. madehoi-
selle.'
Then he turned to Nine. Scnncville,
who was carrying the baggage up
stairs.
1T is his sister, Nine. Senneville,'
he said. "She will of course stay in
the hotel
"Ycs. and have no room ready. re-
piled the huge woman peSsimisiica!ly.
"One never knows what summer
storm may bring to one
NO. Mother Senncville. no; one nev-
er knows" he said rather absently and
went out into the street. He was
thinking of the strange young person
upstairs who was unlike any woman
he had met or imagined. Those in her
station in life whom he had seen dur
Ing his short thirty years were mostly
dressed up dolls to whom one made
banal remarks without meaning. The
rest were also men. doing mems work.
leading Il mans life.
That same evening the injured man
recovered consciousness and II WAS the
rIlrp who sent Oil the telegram 10 the