The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-08-27


was admitted.
Il haven't seen much of you in the past
three eons, miscalled days" said Consta-
BILE.
1T is true. l have felt my own in
consequence in the presence of the big
drama here. 1t is your drama, Peter.
Then. have found place of many mar
vels"
''Pere Rabeautsf"
None other There is something like
GOODNESS in this thrice-burned isle. Also
a maiden creature, half child, half wom-
an, wholly wonderful"
Il have been glad to see you make the
best of things. OF course one can never
tell on a cruise where one is to encounter
series of business obligations-such as
here"
True again." Breen said gravely.
Il have been busy as that, but have
accomplished nothing Seriously, Breen,
times are running close. Guerin's the
first volley. To think 1 haven't been to
the mountain; haven't taken photo
graph or note! My fellow researchers
in things seismic will never forgive me
for this. Breen, | thought | had a sci
entific mind-thought that even though
| bulled in all else, | was loyal geolo-
gist; but l have betrayed even that de-
cent instinct. Another man would have
had the women away to sea and be at
tending the mountain now; but here |
am, a child with mans tools, gassing the
night through, and she-across the hall
marked, for all / know, for Pelee's
own! It's good to talk, though"
There's only one way when words fail,
Peter. If the mountain won't recede
from the maiden. you must snatch up the
maiden and make a getaway from the
mountain"
I'm not pirate enough, Breen," Con-
stable replied YEARLY. by the way,
I'm sending some of the natives of the
city-the women with babcs-out to the
Madame for cool air. There is no reason
in the world why we shouldn't entertain
our friends of the shop. Soronia is too
rare a creature to be inundated by Pc
lees bursting boilers. She and the Pere
might just as well share the benefits.
You see, the presence of others makes it
possible. Attend to it, will your
Good old Peter" Breen said softly:
"but / don't think they would come.
Who'd feed the little song birds:"
Have her bring the birds along.
They'll die .here!"
II had planned not to go to the little
shop again, Peter"
Constable turned upon him abruptly.
'Why?" said he.
You see, Peter, she is such a rare lit
tie soul-asking so little and so ready
to give her all for the promise of a man
think of it, / have found a good many
playthings, pottering around this little
sunshot planet-clear little films they are
now, which stick in the brain and won't
fade. Let me alone, Peter, and III wan
der back to reason presently. 4 very ugly
album is a sinners memory, and when
it is quite full the sinner usually dies
sometimes off Brooklyn piers. The truth
is. I found a shred of conscience devel-
oped under your culture and Pelee's heat
and so | refused another plaything. re-
fused to crowd another film into that sui
lied album of mine. / lied, said | didn't
understand that admiration meant any
thing to her-and went away. Not too
late, / trust She is a natural optimist,
and slow to lose faith in mankind"
Constable believed that Soronia had
found her first lover in Breen, and he
pitied the heart SO suddenly imprisoned
and so swiftly dethroned of its dream He
remembered the face of Soronia in the
court shadows. and his pity fingered.
They talked until the Panther lights
shone affair in the offing, misty with dawn
and volcano fog; then parted for an
hours rest Constable was the first be-
low, and there was little joy with the
coming of the day. The rumblings OF the
mountain were renewed. The great tow
er of ash shot up yesterday was still fall
ing; the trees and shrubbery in the gar
dens were bent with the weight of white
| indeed, many branches were broken. The
| dismal believing of cattle and the stamp
| ing of ponies were heard from the barns.
II was only by keeping the doors and
! windows of the house tightly shut that
I living was bearable. The native who
! brought the copy of Les Colonies wore
thick wet rag over his nostriIs. and had
the appearance of having freshly emerged
| from a bin of cement. Constable and
Breen were first i'm the breakfast room.
This pudgy editor" Constable declar-
ed savagely, as he read the morning paper.
Yesterday | called upon him and in
sweet modesty and limping French ex-
pl lined the proper policy for him to take.
| To-Day he devotes a half-column of in
siderable humor to my force Of character
q I'D extreme views"
Constable translated Mondet's account
oil the Guerin disaster, and his assur
ances of the safety of Saint Pierre, so
| far as the mountain was concerned. "Oh,
the fakiness Of that French mind :" he
exclaimed. with volcano in the pangs
of dissolution, towering over the city,
is apparently in dread Of an earthquake !.
Where on the island thus he
inquiries editorially. could a more secure
place than Saint Pierre be found in the
event of an earthquake visitation:'"
Constable crushed the paper in his
| hand. He glanced at his watch and then
at the mountain, from habit now gray
en- deeply.
The northern end of Saint Pierre is
flooded out like an ant hill under a kettle
boiling over" he capitulated thoughtfully.
1.-The mountain is gathering for another
| demonstration. Let us flee with all dis
patch to the craters of the volcano, to
escape this hypothetical earthquake NJ.
Mondet certainly enthralls me. | must
call upon him again. Breen.
is there any way TO stimulate the distri-
button of the Panther mailsY
CHAPTER VII.
Immediately after breakfast Constable
a