Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-30
GEORGE c. SFIEDD


ways be on the beach before the lodge.
My fluctuations to you on your future
JOY I'll come and dance at the wedding. "
You are not married, Charles?" he in
quired.
Not so lucky"
A fash Of mischief came into his eyes.
Nam selle Moore has had me take her
sailing already since she arrived: maj :
selle loves the water. Now that you have
the boat He stopped, smiling the
suggestion.
II see then you'd have no one to look
after except Marie. Cunning Jean!"
'Oh. no. But you would find ma selle
charming. There's young man there
side Of the island where stood Moore
House-"from whom she might be pleased
to be relieved. He is Stopping alb
ruptly. he knit his brows and sank into
thought. oblivious of my presence. Thus
he remained until all at once he brushed
his hand across his forehead as il to dis
pei the subject which engaged him,
turned to the innwoman and ordered q
measure of wine. Forgive me- he apollo
gized. but made no further reference to
his abstraction. From now on his talk
did not move So cheerfully: a moody
shadow still lay upon his countenance.
1t was at this moment that an alterca-
ton broke forth among the men who sat
Voices were raised in acrimonious argrl-
ment. All but two Of the drinkers fell
silent but these spat angry words at
each other in rapid French. Owing to
the dim light which lay in that part Of
the inn, 1 could not distinguish their
faces: one man was large and at every
utterance thumped the board with his
f1st, the other was small and crouched
down in his seat until his head was drawn
into his shoulders. but all the while he
snapped retOrtS necessarily.
Those rotten fish from Marseille!"
growled Jean, and turned back to me-
AT that instant the little man shot
some word that stung the other to fury.
The latter leaned across the table, strik-
ing at the speaker with his open palm;
put the smaller With unexpected agility
leaped from his seat and out of the way
or the slap, then he darted forward, rap
ped and overturned his assailants goblet
OF wine. whirled about and ran for the
door. curse escaped the lips Of the
larger
He stared down at the spilled wine for
an instant with fallen jaw. Then he
seized the heavy. glass and hurled 1t
his aim poor. it went wild. sailing to one
side and smashing against the wall over
our heads. The little fellow jerked open
the door and vanished. while sprinkle of
glass showered Jean and me.
Here you, Pilon!' my companion cried,
springing to his feet.
The thrower came forward, after
quenching his thirst unlimited from a
coiHpdnlOnS SoDlet Apparently the wine
appeased his anger. for he wiped his mus
tache and said. in boisterous voice,
Hello. Jean. Nearly hooked you in
stead of that little cat
Monsieur. you must pay" the inn
woman interjected.
why not. madame?" With lordly air
he tossed coin into her lap. who is
this, Jean?" and he indicated me.
"A friend Jean replied, briefly.
Placing one hand on his hip and strok-
q ia r0i
erer stared me over. Not so tall as Jean
or /. yet he had thick barrel Of q body:
his eyes were full and protruding his
head large. and he comported himself in
that manner which is assumed by certain
insolent characters in French towns-a
mixture of assured nonchalance abrupt
ness, egotism and ferocious swagger.
II am Pilon." said he. and his hand
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