The Prescott daily news., 1910-03-21

l must be alone. must think Come to me at 9 tonight"
 "Yes, yes." murmured the sacristan, following him. But, NJ. Paul--er-- which day do you sail?" ! Coquenil snapped angrily, q may not sail at all.'
 day of siniSte" nortort this must have been, for scarcely Lad Coquenil left Notre Dame than another scene was enacted there that should have been happy, but, alas, was not. And again it was the girl who made trou- ble, this seller of candles, with her wistful dark eyes. A pathetic figure she was, sitting there alone in the somber church-quite alone now, for 1t was closing time. Mother Bonneton had shufiled off rheumatically after a I cutting word-she knew better than to ask what had happened-and the old sacristan was making his round of the gallaries, securing doors and win l 1ows.
 With shiver of apprehension Alice turned away from the whispering shadows and went to the Virgins shrine, where she knelt and tried to pray. But she found it difficult mat ter Lloyd Kittredge-how often she had murmured that name in her lone- ly hours! He would be here shortly l for his answer.
 
 And, alas, she must say No" to him. She must give him pain. She could not hope to make him under stand. How could any one understand? And then perhaps he would misjudge her. Perhaps he would leave her in anger and not come back any more. ] Not come back any more! 1 A descending step on the tower stairs broke in upon her meditations, and she rose quickly from her knees, l The sacristan had finished his rounds and was coming to close the outer l doors. It was time for her to go. And. with a glance at her hair in a little l glass and a touch to her hat, she went out into the garden back of Notre Dame, where she knew her lover would be waiting
 "Ah, at last.' he exclaimed, spring ! ing toward her. with mirthful. boy 1 ish smile. He was man of twenty seven, slender of build. but carrying himself we'll
 She tried to speak gayly, but he was not deceived and answered seriously in French:
 Hold on There's something wrong. We've been sad. eh?"
 "Why-er"- she began. 'l-er"- , Been worrying, l know. Too much church, too much of that old she dragon. Come over here and tell me about it." He led her to bench | shaded by a friendly sycamore tree. | Kiaredge thrilled under the spell of her beauty. He longed to take her in his arms and comfort her.
 Suppose we go back little." he said reassuringly. About six months ago, I think it was in January, young chap in a fur overcoat drifted into this old stone barn and took turn around 1t. He saw the treasure | and the fake relics and the white mar ble French gentleman trying to get out of his coffin, and he didn't care hang about any of 'em until he saw you. Then he began to take notice. l The young fellow with the fur over | coat kept coming back and coming back, only soon he came without his | overcoat"
 'In bitter cold weather" she said reproachfully.
 He was pretty blue that day. wasn't | he? Dead sore on the game. Money all blown in. overcoat up the spout, nothing ahead and a whole year Of l of alarmed foolishness behind. Excuse me. but that's what it was. Well, he | blew in that day, and-he walked over 10 where you were sitting. you darling l little saint!
 NO, mo-" murmured Alice; mot saint, only a poor girl who saw you were unhappy and--and was sorry.'
 Their eyes met tenderly, and for moment neither spoke. Then Kit tredge went on unsteadily: Anyhow, YOU were kind to me. and l opened up little. I told you a few things, and when I went away I felt more like a man. I said to myself, Lloyd Kit tredge. if you're any good you'll cut out this thing that's been raising the