Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1907-04-27

Cropped over dead tnere on tne gang
plank"
IT'S a disease OF the hearth"
''Yes--far advanced. He cant get
well, of course, but he may live on in
definitely. if he's careful"
He's still confined to his bed?"
"Oh, yes-he won't leave it during the
voyage. II he takes my advice. He's
got TO give his heart just as little work
as possible, or I'll throw up the job al
together. He has mighty little mar
gin to go on"
| turned the talk to other things, and
in few moments he went on along his
rounds. But | was not long alone for
saw Miss Kemball coming toward me,
looking very Diana, wind-blown, and
! rosy-cheeked.
so mal-de-mer has laid its hand on
you, too, Mr.. Lester" she cried.
only a finger" ] said. But finger
is enough Won't you take pity on u
poor landsman and talk to him?"
But that's reversing our postions!"
| she protested sitting down, neverthe-
! less, to my great satisfaction. 1T was
you who were to be the entertainers
| Is our Mephisto abroad yet?" she
asked in a lower tone. Il, too, am feel
| ing his fascination-I long for another
glimpse OF him"
"Mephisto is still wrestling with his
! heart, which, IL seems is scarcely able
to furnish the blood necessary to keep
him going. The doctor tells me that
he will probably spend the voyage
bed"
so therell be nothing for us to do
after all! DO you know Mr.. Lester,
that | was longing TO become a female
LeCoq.'
Perhaps you viii still have tha
chance" | said gloomily. Il doubt
very much whether Mephisto will con
sent TO remain inactive. He doesn't
look TO be that sort"
She clapped her hands and nodded
a laughing recognition TO one of the
passing promenaders.
You are going TO Paris, aren't you
Miss Kemball?" / asked
TO Paris-yes. You too? You must
be, since you are going to France"
We go first to Etretat," l said, and
stopped as she leaned, laughing back
in her chair Why what's wrong with
that demanded in some astonish.
ment
Wrong? oh, nothing Etretats a
a most delightful place-only II re.
called to me an amusing memory OF
how my mother was one day sCanda-
Lied there by some actresses who were
bathing. It's the prettiest little fish
ing village, with the finest cliffs /
ever saw. only its hardly the season
for Etretat-the actresses have not
arrived. You'll find il dun"
Wen not stay there long" ! said
But tell me about it. l should like
to know"
"Etretat," said my companion. is
rather a Bohemian resort Alphonse
haTr discovered II somewhere back In
the dark ages, and advertised 1.-THE
Etretatidns We're immensely grateful
and named the main street Of the town
after him-and since then q lot of
artists and theatrical people have built
villas there. II ha5 little beach of
grave where peoI ie bathe all day long
When ones tire4 OF bathing, there's
the cliffs ana the downs, and in the
evening there's the casino. You know
French, Mr.. Lester?"
Why l explained, Il was supposed
to study it at college. l still remem-
Der my TAI, tn a, II a."
'Youll remember more when YOU get
to Etretat" she laughed. "Youll have
to- or stawe."
"oh, l also know the phrase made
immortal by Mark Twain"
'Avez yous du vin?'-yes."
And think | also have a hazy rec
objection of the French equivalents for
bread and butter and cheese and meat
We shan't starve, besides / think Mr.
Royce can help. He's been to France"
of course-and here he comes to
claim his chair
Il won't permit him to claim it il
you WIN use IL a niue longer, 4 pro-
tested.
oh, but l must be going" and she
arose, laughing. Have | been a salts
factory entertainer"
More than satisfactory; I'll accept
no other"
But you won't need any at all, af-
ter this morning-I don't really believe
you're III now"
She nodded to Royce and moved
away, without waiting for my an
sWer, which somehow halted on my
lips; and so | was left to the rosiest
the most improbable of day dreams
saturday, Sunday and Monday
passed, with only such incidents to en-.
liYen them as are common TO all voy-
ages. But / saw that quiet and ses
air were doing their work well with
my companion, and that he was stead
lily regaining his normal health. Sc
| felt more and more al liberty to de.
vote myself to Miss Kemball-in such
moments as she would permit me-and
| found her fascination increasing in
a ratio quite geometrical Martigny
was still abed, and. so the ships doe
tor told me, was improving very
slowly.