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

formation which he contributed did not
interest me in the slightest. SO I turned
to Jean. Under the impression, no doubt
that was visitor from some neighbor-
ing nshfng village because wore oilskins
and anxious to stamp his Importance upon
my mind. he repeated his statement
'Some people are very tiresome," re.
marked to Jean, who was scowling.
Yes
And annoying"
'Exceedingly."-
Hal" burst in an angry exclamation
from the mans lips
l turned about in my seat.
what is 1T you want?" asked. Your
apology for the broken glass is accepted.
therefore nothing remained to be added.
You are tnterrupting u.s."
At this DETECTION of the talk he was
at loss what to answer. His eyes
moved from me to Jean and from Jean
back to me. his mind vainly seeking q
point to resent. That he had been drink
ing freely was evident; his face was dark
ly flushed. the veins were distended upon
his forehead. his cap was awry and the
odor Of brandy was strong upon his
breath. Past him and still sitting at the
table, l perceived the other four men
II am .Pilon.'' he at last stammered; 81
invite you to drink at our table"
Our wine is before our hands, said
Jean.
Let your friend answer" he growled.
AS Jean says, our wine is here
Perhaps you are fastidious-you?, he
sneered.
l kept silent, though a retort trembled
on the tip of my tongue.
'Or a coward?"
"Pilon, to your table at once!'
1t was the innwoman who commanded,
ana her mandate was not to be ignored.
He glanced at her, hesitated, then, cooking
his cap, rejoined his companions, where
he broke out into laughter.
Hes rogue, Jean said, lighting his
pipe. Because he comes from France,
he and two others. the little one who few
out the door from his glass; and that fat
keg fellow at his elbow, Descarte-the
others are young men here in Lavouche,
pany - because he has Travelled Pilon
thinks he will show us what q terrible
fellow he is. Well, he leaves me alone.
Sometimes he and his mates fish, some
times not The three live in the empty
house next to this. the house with the
iron nails In the door, where Piet' Mo-
settle lived formerly" Awhile he sat
glowering. then asked. What should one
OF Ma m selle. Betty's guests have to do
with such as Pilon? For l saw one Of
yonder." Again a pause, and this time
Jeans look brooded on the table. Well
Tor that matter, what should one Of them
have to do with my sister-he who has
OccA Ten Gays nere.
Your sister," l said
My half sister. to speak accurately.
Margot. you remember herr"
nodded. When last I had seen the
girl she was a dark, slim, vagabondish
thing. whose black eyes cleaned from
through her unbound hair. Nine years
Old at that time, she must be twenty
three or four now. It was strange she
was not married. for the daughters OF the
nshermen wed young: yet she had always
been strange girl. given to solitary mus
ings even when small, or to wandering
about the island or the coast rocks in
elfin loneliness. She was q child by
lean iatners second wife. woman Of
st. John. who had died two or three years
after abiding In Lavouche, and who was
OF another and darker French strain than
the fishermen, who were Of light COM
plexion and not black. This child had
followed her mothers breed of the race
In looks and temperament.
ITS peculiar I said
What should he-a secretary. he saws
he is. to the other gentleman at Moore
House-want with daughter of La
vouche? He is not OF u.s.
Perhaps he's studying local character"
I suggested.
But Jean shook his head moodily. and
as our wine was finished and supper
time near, we rose to go. But Pilon was
not yet satisfied with his share Of the
afternoon.
my fine young rooster. I'll have to cut
your comb some day." he shouted across
the room. "You-the blood will drip"
him. he'll forget all about it, And when
We stood In the street. 1T will be fine to-
but. nevertheless, bad fishing for
one more day. I'll bring the boat over
early in the morning
At the end Of the street l perceived