The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-11-05

.Lara's face was ashen and darkly lined
| under the eyes. The night had been an
evil one to her. evil with struggle as
yet unfinished -.
Peter. you're pulling yourself down."
! said Uncle Joey after breakfast. Don
take Pelee quite so seriously Go to bed
for a day, or, better still, steam the
Madame out for days run and get some
rest under the; breezy awnings"
What sort of craven image do you
think your sisters boy is, uncleT' Con-
stable inquired. an get you folks out
of the war zone, or stay here until Pelee
is cool--or billion tons lighter"
But don't you overestimate the chance
of an eruption, Peter?"
II haven't finished my mathematical
calculations, my dear relative. Holy nup-
tials and capitals of hell I've been all
over this before. Take my word for it.
and get set for start when the mails
come in tomorrow morning. You are all
foolish virgins. I'm going down below
to see how yoar city aourishes in this
furnace of day. Who is the SNUG au-
thority on Les Colonies, who undertakes
to tell Saint Pierre editorially that there
is no danger"
M. Mondet is the editor"
81 should relish considerably the pleas
nre of calking up the throat of NJ. Mondet
with several sheets of his political con-
spiraeies. l believe l shall call upon
him."
I'VE look up to Les Colonies here, Pc
ter Remember this is not Montana"
THE tropics have enervated you, I'M
cle You need to be born again."
The hottest morning Saint Pierre had
known for years The porteuses were
gone from the highways. Rue Victor Hugo,
the principal thoroughfare, was deserted
at ten in the morning. Shop doors were
closed, the street vendors silent Vol
canic ash lay in all the crevices, and min
gled with the turf Behind the shut
doors children walled. The tough little
mules, some in their panniers and with
no one to lead them, Rugged the east
walls for shade. From the byways came
family the smell of death In the Offices
of Les Colonies Constable found breath
of GOODNESS, for the outer air was admit
ted as little as possible NJ Mondet well
coined the caller. Constable explained
his purpose, profered a card, and apollo
gized for his French.
NJ Mondet was a tubby little man. His
hands were white, soft, tapering, hinged |
If you saw them alone you would
promptly uncover, as is customary in the !
proximity of a woman. NJ. Mondet did !
not forget his hands.
"Pelee has a bad look, monsieur" Con |
stable began. Il believe you could clear
the city of ten thousand people if you
printed a vigorous warning against the 1
mountain; if you ordered the natives to |
take no chances, but TO fee, regardless of /
their coats, chickens, Goals, coins, or their
next city fathers. To be instrumental in |
saving the lives of ten thousand people /
is not a service given to all men, mon
sieur."
Constable spoke slowly, and was anger
ed by the reply of the editor:
But, my dear NJ Constable, there is /
no danger-no danger, assure youl''
'Sir, this is tragedy-black, rumbling.
naked tragedy l say there is need for a
giant here, who would paint the possibili-
ties of that monster in living fire. A man
might. die in the foulest gutter, cursed by
the demons of drink and disease, but with
a chant on his lips and vine leaves in
his hair if the memory of such a service
as may be yours were with him at the
last ~
The French editor found himself look
ing into lean, tanned face that flushed
and paled in turn. Moreover, he was
uneasy on account of a pair of lean,
.anned hands which lay lightly and rest
essly upon the knees of the man before
him. These hands seemed to be the po-
.ent embodiments of hate and swiftness.
The manner of their low leaping created
he impression that their leashes were in
secure, and the immaculate crayat of NJ.
Mondet felt tight upon his throbbing
hroat.
Perhaps it is well that you called"
lie said with haste, leading out his caller
With the delicacy bred of the fear of
dynamite.
Constable left, unsatisied. The clock
n the Hospital FMilitaire struck the ,
lour of eleven. Constable slowly made
lis way to the water front and back to
he Sugar Landing. His launch was still
Waiting there at the stone pier. He had
ent out word to Captain Negley for
team to be kept up night and day. A
mall crowd was gathering on the shore,
lightly to the north of the Sugar Land
lg. Constable hurrle- thither A black
roman had fallen, from the sun. Her
urdens lay together on the burning sand
"a tray of cakes from her head, naked
abe from her arms. Constable had the
tricken creature placed in the launch and
AIKEN out to his ship for care, sending a
alive doctor after her. The negroes
agarded him with curious adulation. The
alter front would know him when he
anne again.
"Oh, l say, friends of mine" he an
ounced in French, eff any of you have
ok wives or little ones, send them out
the ship yonder, and they viii be cared z
,r. No, it is not hospital, where fees
re charged-just a temporary refuge v
'om the heat for the women and little
les. Tell your neighbors. Here is money
hire boats. l can crowd two hundred
ibes and mothers on board"
The thought of a breath of coolness d
Irned his steps to Pere Rabeaut's little S
one shop in the Rue de Rivoli. Light q
saded from the heat, and the root of
Ich hair priekling its individual warn 7
g, he assembled the terraces and sank O
,u-,, IN tho do rLpaSS nj LAST in his old