The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-13

In Old St. GenevIeVe. x certain day late in the winter Hector Fournier was "A 7 among those who waited for O the boat to land at St. Gene | vieve. He was much surprised when he saw coming from the gansplank and beckoning to him a distinguished and handsomely clad lady. For an instant, abashed. he could find no speech-then suddenly he jerked off his cap and stood smiling.
 ''It is madame,'' he exclaimed. t'Yes.'' rejoined Josephine St. Auban. cit is I. And I am glad to see St. Genevieve again, and you. M. Hector. Tell me-ah, about that infant, that baby of ours!'
 It was 8 proud and happy Jeanne who greeted her former mistress at the little cottage with the green blinds and the ivy, which lay close upon the street of St. Genevieve-Jeanne, perhaps a trif1e more leshy, shade more French and a touch less Parisian in look, more mature and maternal, yet after all, Jeanne, her former maid. The first coherent speech, as in the case of Hector, was regarding this most ex- traordinary infant, whose arrival seemed to be thus far regarded as a matter of national importance. In this view also shared Mime. Fournier the elder mother of Hector, who also presently welcomed the newcomer to the home.
 A strange feeling of relief, of rest and calm, came over Josephine St. Auban, lady of rank in another world. where an incident such as this could not have been conceived. Here it seemed not only possible, but covetable. The first babble of con gratulations and greetings over, she settled down to the quiet of the room assigned to her and gave a sigh as of one who at last finds harborage. If only this might go on forever! If only the street might always be thus silent, the roof thus sheltering. the greetings of simple friends thus comforhngi She made no plans for herself, no an nouncement to others of possible plans. It was enough to remain thus, for a night at least. She was very weary. body and soul.
 "We are not rich, Mime. Countess said Hector the next morning at the breakfast table, but. my faith, it is not so bad here. We have not much to offer madame. but such as it is, it is quite hers"
 ''I could willingly tarry with you al- ways, Hector said she, eff that were right
 "Right?' demanded Hector, swelling out his chest. ''Why is it not right?" He doubled up a mighty arm to show where the muscles rose upon it. "See, I am strong What is one more mouth to feed? Could it even come to that for one of nadame's wealth? Ma f,EeiT1 me that Jeanne there? An, if only it were right for her to finger with us how happy we should be!''
 The sturdy speech of the fresh look ing, good hearted fellow touched the heart of a woman so world weary. For time she said nothing of plans, even to herself. It was not long before the baby of Jeanne found a place upon her knee, and Jeanne herself, though jea1- ous, was willing to surrender her dear est rights, at least for a time.
 But always the eyes of this world weary woman were lifted up to the hills She found herself gazing out beyond the street of St. Genevieve to- ward the OZarks, where once she had traveled-true, against her will, but yet through scenes which she now re- membered.
 Madame remem Derss fcz3t man yOn- der, that savage, DunwoG@.e?" began Jeanne one day apropos If nothing '"that savage most execrable, who was so unkind to madame and myself, but who made love so fiercely? He has at last, thank heavens, come to justice Is it not true that human beings find ever their deserts?'
 What do you mean, Jeanne?"
 Of the congress of this state, where he is so long member, he is now not a member. He has fail'-he has been defeat"
 'I thought he was sure of reelection so long as he chose,' commented Jo- sephine, with feigned indifference
 ''There is talk-I do not understand these matters-that he has change his coat, as one says, and gone over to the side of that man Benton. Yet one says that Benton was always his enemy. Me, l do not understand. I have the baby.'
 What is that you tell me?'' sudden Ix demanded Josephine. That MT.