The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-12-10
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BY WILL Levi
Copyright. 1905. By n
Copyright. 1907 By }. B. LrpPrSco
CHAPTER vIII.-(Continued.)

Il WTtcElug WOrk Oh the mOfHluB udu pu
thoughts of Soronia from his mind. III
had come to the shop partly to marsha
his final resources in an out-of-the-waJ
spot and arrange the last line of action
and partly to avoid the possibility Of ar
rest for the moment in case the Panthe.
had brought an emissary of the law. Hi
end was a matter of hours at best; hii
cruising and his friendship with Consta-
Bile were over Saint Pierre, of the lesser
islands, was the last station of his tray-
cling. During three days he had passed
many hours in the shop. What those
hours had accomplished was dramatically
en- as she waited for the answer to her
question.
Il have been thinking great deal since
yesterday l found that l couldn't do
what | tried-at least, without seeing
you again, Sonoria" Breen spoke vague
| ly. He had sufficient honesty not to be
deft with the forces he was now employ
ing 1.-THE future, l cannot tell yet. l
may have to leave Saint Pierre for
awhile, but l shall leave my heart here,
and if | live-1 will come back To-day
| must see my friend and tell him that
l cannot cruise farther south with him. "
She would have fallen had he not held
her, but her eyes were shining. The old
man ran for restoratiyes. Breen would
have put the girl into chair, but she
chung to him.
II have waited for you SO long, my
maker of pictures" she whispered.
Pere Rabeaut stood beside them with
medicines. The veneer of shop seryitude
was gone from the gray old face. The
sharp black eyes were directed steadily
upon the stranger, who saw that they
were ready to soften or burst into fame.
Breen saw, too, that he was less in the
presence of the father of a creole girl
of Martinique than the father Of an old
world household.
Il am waiting for you to speak, mon
sieur," said Pere Rabeaut.
"You have not waited long, sir" Breen
answered. 1T was just an instant ago
that l had the honor of hearing from
your daughters lips-that she would wait
for me until 1 could come back perma-
nently to Saint Pierre"
Il know you will forgive an old sol
der of France. So many people do not
understand-don't try to understand
that | deemed it privilege to marry the
mother of the maid in your arms-not
because a governor general of Martinique
was her father-but because she was wor
thy the worship of an old soldier of
France The girl is like her mother,
monsieur"
at is an honor l do not deserve, sir
the daughter of a country woman of Jo-
sephine and a soldier of France" said
Breen, grateful that one of his utter
ances contained or covered no lie.
The bow from the veteran was a gra-
cious thing. He held a glass to the lips
of his daughter.
al do not need it now, father" Soronia
said softly.
There was knock at the door. The
maid FASTENED to her room, and Pere |
once more the master of the
shop, greeted a gasping patron. Breen
was left to his thoughts. That
which he had done was Interchangeable.
nicholas Stembridge, rejoice this is
FOUR wedding day ~ he muttered. What
4 time you've had down the years You
have lived long and freely, taking what
rou saw and daring consequences and
1rattling like defective to keep up your
spirits Nick, do you recall the prime
sentence of your philosophy-'There is
nothing which Doctor Death cannot
,ure'? Isn't it wonderful saying? So
wonderful that it has exceptions! No,
Death will not put Peter and his lady out
o sea The police are after
- -. |
n the gloom. Nick Stembridge you are
whipped. cornered. You go out coward
nd a liar. Where is your laugh of yes
erday?"
And vet he smiled at the perfection
f the pride-humbling trap the Fates had
aid for him this day: smiled at the words
e had uttered to Soronia and her father,
Tho had bristled into soldier of France. {
And vet there had been no other way.
.fter what he had done to Constable, it {
-as not in him to deprive Soronia of /
hat she seemed to need-not under her
itiful eyes His own part did not enter. {
lie conjured no golden haze as the mate
{ this creature of ardor, fragrance, and I
entleness. Nor, on the other extreme,
id he reflect that to spend ones days
! a torrid shop with woman Of black /
lood was a fitting end for a brutalized I
fe. I
He put the woman out of his mind, '
nd turned to the sorry business of the |
ounded friend He must find Consta-
e and say the last words; then take the c
anne from his friend in the presence of $
lie women If he were taken into Gus
,dy on the way-there was no help for v
lat. All remnants of justice and white a
anship demanded that he set out at once.
e hurried to the court. n
"Soronia," he called, I'm have to go e
wv. Mr.. Constable expects to leave f
it'll his ship to-day, and l must talk d
it'll him before he goes" b
She appeared in the dress in which he a
ID first seen her. There were tender p
which he scarcely heard, "
it he answered gently. His mind was n
it'll the man. 5
And you win be back this afternoon?' q
In the hollow of the universe there ST
emed no reason that he could utter why
should not be back that afternoon. W
,es little fairy" he answered.
" And I shall watch from the upper