Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-04-15
N the village of Bellepavan-
ne in southern France, night
falls like q perfumed veil.

1allS ike perIumeQ Ve1s
caressinK the heavy foliage
OF the ancient trees, the huddle of low
rooted houses. and finally the great
grey ribbon Of the highway which
binds the hamlet to the world. The
study lamp Is extinguished at the
priests window, and the loungers in
she porch Of the little Hotel Millefeurs
stretch themselves contentedly. as II on
signal. 1t is bedtime.
One man, however. does not stir
M. Msquinesse. the Scot, who sojourns
IN Belsepavanne for the benefit, he says.
., his cough. In the light of the over
he nging lantern, M. Maquinesse does
not look like an invalid. He has q
gross. wicked face. and some malform-
alton Of his neck causes the chin to
droop sideways. It is 80 even now, al
though NJ. Maquinesse is asleep, sit
ting, ~ is his custom, in that corner
Of the porch from which is obtained
the longest view Of the great road.
Diard the postmaster winks at the
tumbIer Of absinthe on the bench be-
side 81. Maquinesse.
u knew he would be thus" says the
postmaster. To-day came the packet
of journals for him. Always after
they come. he is thus"
American Journalist" says Nine
Angelique, leaning over the half door
Of her hotel.
Diard mods irritably.
why" demands the landlady, for
the hundredth time, does he Of Scot
land road the journals of American"
For the hundredth time the post
master shrugs his shoulders and gives
it up. The insoluble problem is a
standing reproach against his powers
of intellect.
'.Ah, well, m'sieur." says Nine. An
gelique. But, my faith, regard"
A tremulous patch Of binding light
dances along the road, and in it's wake,
and almost as noiselessly, a Mercedes
touring-car glides to the hotel steps.In
stantly there is hustle. Nine. An
gelique summons servants, and Pierre,
the priests gardener, runs to fetch his
wife. Pierre's haste doubtless. tips
over the absinthe glass and sends it to
the floor, broken. No one notices the
corner Of the porch.
In the rear of the automobile are two
gossamer shrouded women. In front,
reside the chauffeur, sits a young man
with child on his knee; black bs nd
is sewn on his coat sleeve. The chauf-
feur dismounts stiffly to assist the la
dies. Diard. the postmaster, notes pro-
fessionally the name on a valise-
"StavordaIe, New York
The child points along the quiverina
~haft Of light and claps his hands gaily
as q bewildered dog scurries out of the
giaro. The young man smiles at the
,ry s merriment, watching the light
also. Then, for the fraction Of a mo-
ment, the white beam impinges, far up
the ROAD, upon swaying, sodden face,
with a chin which droops sideways
One Of tho ladies speaks in English
% the chauffeur.
"Glynn. do take Master Jack" she
says. ut 10 dreadfully late for him"
J. trace of :mpatience is in her pleas
ant voice, because the man in the au-
tomobile IS holding fast to the boy,
pecr:ng tel2saly at the light, which now
reveals nothing. please hurry. Ned"
she says to him. "Give. Jack to Glynn
plea sell
The other woman, maid servant.
superiT..ends the unloading of the lug
rage. G'yss. swings Master Jack to
The gr,>1 The landlady curtsies Of