The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-16

needed him. Ah, he was fine man," he continued kindied into transtory enthusiasm by the remera brance of his friend.
 "He caught the big fish in the pool" said the eld guide
 But suddenly, unexpectedly, Pierre discov~..S something He had wandered St. Joseph, sersn miles along the shore. There were some fishing boats in the bay. Gazing at them idly he saw Mark Frere bending over his catch.
 Pierre crept back from the sands He knew ffae ship would put out the incoming tide; knew that Mark would land the next day at Ste Anne de Oni- beron All that night he strode through the rain. breasting the moE7tain roads; and noon he found his enemy. Mark Frerc coming of an inn wiping his mouth upon his sleeve. He saw Pierre, stopped, and squinted at him. Instantly Pierre was at his throat.
 '"Tel1 what you have done with her before kill you" he cried
 T don't know where she is" gasped Mark
 "You 1ie," roared Pierre Where did she go7" -
 Mark began to trenbe. "She did not go with me, l swear, he cried "I know nothing of her. ! was his duck-decoy."
 Pierre shook "whosef" he muttered
 Meester Biakes-lee's," he answered, picking him self tip. "F4e took her to Quebec suppose-thst,s where his boat lies up in winter"
 Where does he 1ive7' Pierre cried.
 Rue Louis ouinze. 42o" said Mark grinning as he slipped away.
 went to Quebec and found the street, followed it down from the citadel to the Lower Town through obscure alleys, past shutered houses with evil at mospheres; at last he halted before 4zo It was a
 
 ing with women of the Lower Town.
 Pierre Lisette.
 There furry and scramble in the room as the inmates tail man dressed in fshermanS clothes leap into their midst. The woman screamed and spranR for door. Pierre followed her through fe short corridor, into empty court, under the stars. He caught at her gown and fell to che ground, cursng and weeping, while she dumb with terror, huddled against wall.
 Presently he began to plead ~Come with me- come now." he prayed "Ali waiting for you We will be married in the little church shall not ask you anything. Connel
 "I have not your face" he wept. ~You shah come, tomorrow; lstenl You shall come fn the dark. Winter is near; the white will hide everythng-all memories. Nothing will be seen but the tops of the pines and the true little light that flashes over the We will live there Come with mel"
 She never spoke; yet he knew that he might as well have prayed to the sky. At last he rose
 "I shall always wait for you.' he said. q shall go to the lighthouse. And every night its glow wifi be beacon of welcome, calling to you across the evil things of the dark"
 When he went into the street the day was break ing He made his way instinctve1y toward the har- bor. In front of him yacht lay anchor brave with brasses and paint. As he approached her he heard footsteps behind him, turned and looked into the face of the yachtsman, staggering back from some night revelry ashore The latter halted and clapped him the back drunken1y. F rI know you, Jean." he cried, thickly. "Where have we rnet7"
 Pierre felt in his sleeve. ~Don't you remember mel" he asked, and plunged knife into his breast
 sYes, they pardoned him after he had served one year, said the cure. "He came straight back to Tete des Rochers, and he spoke of her after ward. By and by got him the charge of the light house, and ever since-that must be nineteen yeare he has been here.' "But the woman7"
 "She came back two years afterwards" the answered. "I saw the flash of distress from the lighthouse and hurried down the hill It was the middle of winter ice choked the Gulf and burri- driving the peltng snoWs across the land. But priest is like doctor; he wait til the sun comes out. I found boat above the water line and dragged it down to the sea, entered. and pulled for the point through the thick foes shat tered boat lay the reef-just common little open boat, such the tourists use in fine weather. In side a woman crouched, shielding bundle in her srnls and Pierre kne1t at her side had just time to hear her and to give her the Sacrament
 With her two hands, unused to labor she had, pulled that tiny craft clear over the Gulf through the blizzard her only guide the steady beason g1ea on Tete des fRochers But she was flying from sin, Messieurs, and her heart told her that God works through the darkness. She had stripped half to the skin; but she saved the child"
 Suddenly the graybeard rose and came toward US from the fire his arms stretched in front of him. as though he groped through the fogs of his mind, .'She mad a salInons eyesl" he cried @She had saIpaons eyesi'
 The cure went forward and supported him. led him back to his chair, and, stoopine. threw some more fagots upon the embers Then he came back to Slade..
 ESQ perhaps you understand why that fine man is harsh with the gir he said "ETe knows that it is lonely in Tete des Rochers; he knows the tug her heart and the wild things that clanor in her mind It is natural that the young should be in love with life and that they should hunger for experiences He addressed Slade only and his voice seemed to fiji the chamber, re-echoing the solemn call of the bell buoy without. "But whose offends against of these innocent ones, it better for him that ni1lstone were put about his neck and he were s.. .A- --fk A.