The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-10-19

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 s.Pfddlssticks! Test of time. indssdl I think Paul. the spoiled darling of various nations. is not a little astonished and hurt bv vour reluctance to believe him. He cam not understand your attitude you won't he engaged now, but some day! Have you heard the Spanish proverb--'By the street of By-and-by, one comes to the house or Never Take careP'
 T am taking care." she nurmured
 Take carel' repeated Mrs. Tudor. YOU may be sorry for yourself yet. l know you are jealous If you think you can pin man down to never looking at or speaklhg to another woman. the sooner you dlVest yourself of that illusion the better. Paul will always be- attracted-and attract expect the story of demi-seml-ehease- rnent has already filtered out in Biarritz- ,aonla win know that the much-in-reduest Marouis de Sarazin does not give up all his enRaRements and come out to Camoo for nothing. He has been here four times this week-he is here''-and she pointed 10 the red motor-"now."
 Hester kept her suitor at distance; he was never permitted to claim the privileges of an engaged man. A flower, a look' q faint alIusion to the future. was bliss suffi- cient for her: and if there are songs with out words, there are also looks without speech. and in this accomplishment the Marquis de sarazin was even as eniio' unrivafled.
 Althou9h Mrs. Tudor disliked motoring, she dissembied her dislike. and accom- panied Hester on various excursions In the red Mercedes car. What sacrifices was she not making for the girli-her afternoon snooxe, her little local drives. her corre- spondence-and yet there was certaih amount of stirring excitment in whirhnE through the country. goggied and veiled' Tn company with her interesting associates.
 Thev visited the Pas de Roland and the quaint old Basque town of Saint Jean Pied du Port. built at the foot or hill crowned by a fort. Here they iuncheo anu iuspected- the primitive market. with its varled stock. the herds of cattle. lambs. goats and mules. and the black-proWeo sealerv; true Basdues. with their funny short jackets and hardy physique. Ihey also penetrated to Ronceyaux. and saw the old convent and the relics of Charlemasne' This was a long excursion and Mrs. Tudor seIt- as consequence. very tired and cramped: so the following afternoon they contented themselves with short drive which they concluded in the village of Upper Cambo. There is straight shady road on the hill above the river; at the farther end Is old Cambo with ftsconvent. steep streets, and ancient Basque church. surrounded by a cemetery-the latter was me Dlaze of Spanish iris In blue and purple spfendour They bioomed on every grave and had a wonderful effect. as the three visitors moved about, scanning headstones and reading out the strange Spanish and rsasuue names. Here were Lecagnoa' castei Hobia, Maria Hastoy, Noblia Nnti- chaberria- eAntichuberria was certainly my country. man. said Paul. T suppose he came over tha border, and settled here. Now. shall we go below the church to the platform ,vhjeh overlooks the river?" And he gave his hand to Mrs. Tudor and piioteo hef carefully down a few stepa
 Hrre the trio halted high above ths shining Nive, gazing on valley WhlcA literally seemed to smile beneath them' There on the water was boat ana a man fishing; in the fields beyond. great cream eoloured oxen were working; drove or small ponies were being driven over the hyidxe with the Basque cry of Hu Ia! Hu la: Hu la:" a big dog and small calf were coupled together-it was all so primitive, pastoral and peaceful. What a contrast to the glittering. restless world. to which the three spectators belonged;
 s.Now let us see the church." said Hester after A silence. 'I like these old Basque churches with their galleries--the men above, the women below"
 .sTt is not flatterIng." remarked Mrs. Tudor 'T asked the reason, and was in- formed that the women must always be beneath the mems feet Such an exploded. medixyal idea"
 s@rhat is so:" agreed Paul. "rruiy no pne knows it better than myself"
 ssYes" rluttered the old lady slyly. You are never happy unless at the feet of some fair one: We'll, here we are"-and she stepped down into the cool dark church.
 The edifice was ancient. weather beaten. and poor; with nothing distinctive about it except the carved galleries, carved pulpit and carved stone front. After the glories of Burgos and Cardova 1t seemed mec in deed.
 As they advanced up the centre aisle Hester realized for the first time that Paul was Catholic, for when they ap proached the altar. he bowed and crossed himself, and In passing the holy water h' dipped his fingers and touched hers.
 "It will do you no harm" he murmured with a smile
 Outside once more. in the full evening light, the sun was setting, cows were com ing home with the dogs, the great oxei in carts had accomplished their last jour ney, and the red Mercedes awaiting its owner and panting with impatience.
 ''I must be off. I am sorry to say said Paul. looking at his watch; q an dining out; but in two days you return. i 1t not so? I will fetch you in the motor. Then he sprang up beside the drive, and waving his handkerchief, was whirle, away, till at a sudden bend he was lost t' sight.
 Mrs. Tudor. who felt chilly. moved , few steps homewards. but Hester stoo, still. The air seemed suddenly to have be come cold-the warm pink tints of the SUI had faded on hillside and river; and a