The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1911-08-03

and turned into puzzle II Joined
with another and longer road at
right angles. David stood uncertain
for awhile. and then sat himself TO
rest upon its side.
Whittier those roads led be knew
not Either way there seemed to lie
a great world full OF chance and peril
And then. lying there. his eye fell
upon a brigh. star. ons that he and
Yyonne had named for theirs. That
set him thinking OF Yvonne. and he
wondered. n be had not been too
hasty. Why should he leave her and
his home because a few hot words
had come between them? Was love
SO brittle a thing that jealousy. the
very proof of II. could break it,
Mornings always brought a cure for
the little heartaches OF evening. There
was yet time for him to return home
without any one in the sweetly sleep
ing village Of Vernoy being the wiser.
His heart was Yvonne's: there where
he had lived always he could write his
poems and dnd his happiness.
David rose, and shook on his unrest
and the wild mood that had tempted
him. He set his face steadfastly back
along the road he had come. BY the
time he had retraveled the road to Yer
noy. his desire to rove was gone. He
passed the sheepfold. and the sheep
scurried. with a drumming fiutter. at
his late footsteps. warming his heart
by the homely sound. He crept with
out noise into his little room and lay
there. thankful that his feet had
escaped the distress OF new roads that
night.
How we'll he knew woman's heartl
The next evening Yvonne was at the
well In the road where the young
congregeted in order that the cure
might have business. The corner OF
her eye was engaged IN search for
David. albeit her set mouth seemed
unrelenting. He saw ne look; braved
the mouth, drew from Il recantation.
and later. a kiss as hey walked home
ward together.
Three months afterward they we're
married. David's father was shrewd
and prosperous. He gave them a we'd
ding that was heard OF three leagues
away. Both the young people we're IA
vorites in the village There was pro
cession in the streets. a dance on the
green; they had the marionettes and a
tumbler out from Dreux 10 delight the
guests.
Then year. and David's father dicd.
The sheep and the cottage descended to
him. lie already had the seemliest wife
in the village. Yvonne's milk pals end
her brass kettles we're bright-ouf!
they blinded you in the sun when you
passed that way. But you must keep
your eyes upon her yard, for her flow
er beds were so neat and gay they re-
stored TO you your sight. And you
might hear her SING. aye. as far as the
double chestnut tree above Pere Cru
neau's blacksmith forge.
But a day came when David drew
out paper from long-shut drawer,
and began to bite the end of a pencil
Spring had come again and touched
his heart. Poet he must have been,
/ for now Yvonne was well-nigh forgot.
ten. This fine new loveliness OF earth
held him with its witchery and grace,
! The perfume from her woods and
meadows stirred him strangely Daily
I had h, gone forth with his flock, and
{ brought It safe at night But now he
stretched himself under the hedge and
/ pieced words together on his bits OF
paper. The sheep strayed. and the
wolves perceiving that difficult poems
made easy mutton. ventured from the
woods and stole his lambs
Dayid's stock of poems grew larger
and his flock smaller. Yyonne's nose
and temper waxed sharp and her talk
blunt. Her pans and kettles grew dull,
but her eyes had caught their fash
She pointed out to the poet that his
neglect was reducing the flock and
bringing woe upon the household. Da
yid hired a boy TO guard the sheep
locked himself in the little room In
the top OF the cottage, and wrote
more poems. The boy. being a poet
by nature. but not furnished with an
outlet In the way of writing. spent his
time in slumber The wolves lost nc
time In discovering that poetry anC
sleep are practically the same; so the
dock steadily grew smaller. Yvonne's
Ill temper Increased at an equal rate
Sometimes she would stand in tn,
yard and rail at David through his
high window. Then you could heal
her as far as the double chestnut tire,
above Pere Gruneau's blacksmith
forge.
NJ. Papineau. the kind. wise, med
ding old notary. saw this. as he saw
everything at which his nose point
ed. He went to David. fortified him
self with great pinch OF snuff, ant
said:
Friend Mignot. | affixed the sea
upon the marriage certificate Of you
father. II would distress me TO b
Obliged to attest paper signifyin
the bankruptcy OF his son. But that
what you are coming to- | speak a
an old friend. Now listen to what
have to say. You have your hear
set, perceive. upon poetry. AT Dreu,