South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1913-11-22
Continued from Friday.)
CHAPTER XIV.
L S3id If and Il Will

A rushing mountain stream-white-
yelled in the falling. black brown in
the foam fecked pools-tumbIed
splashed. brawled down the mountain:
the mountain hung over, shadowy;
banks OF fern held the rampant brook
In chains OF green. Alike and Fran
co.'s, riding slowly in the GOODNESS Of
the road below. looked up and saw it
all, familiar. beautiful, full of old as
sOciatiCns.
one misses Pietro." Francois said.
He always wanted to ride past the
'Trou du GCuverneur'."
A Roman legend had given this
name TO the deep pool of the brook
oy ne road; il was said that the cruel
old governor had used it, two thous-
ana years back, for drowning refrac-
tory peasants Alike gazed steadily at
the dark murmuring water.
Yes one misses him. Is life like
that. do you suppose, Francois? One
grows up with people, and they get
10 De as much part Of living as the
ar or ones hands-and then, sud
denly, one is told that they are going
away. And that ends il. One musr
DO without air, without hands. What
world, Francois!"
We are not meant to like II too
much, believe. Alike" said Francois
sunnlly. 1T is just en- PEASANT, this
world, when you stop to consider.
The real business will come. I sup
pose. when we are moved on q step
farther. Friendships and separations
VIII not seem so badly arranged then.
probably. This is school. this life. l
gather Ny mother SAYS IL is not very
important If one has a good seat in
the schoolroOm or a bad If one sits
near ones playmates or is sent TO an
other corner, so long as one is a good
child and works heartily at ones les
sons. It is only for day-and then
We go home, where all that is made
right. Not bad idea of my mothers,
is 1t, Alixe?"
Your mother is a wonderful wo-
man." Alike answered thoughtfully.
She lives like that. She never let
things trouble her. not even when
your father lost everything. Did she,
Francois?"
No" said Francois. "She is one
OF the few people who know what the
real things are and live in them. 1t
Is hard to do that. / can not. I care
so bitterly for what 1 want. 1t is
Francois hesitated-"it is very hard
Tor me TO give up-what l want" He
stumbled over the words; his voice
shook so that Alike shifted in the sad
die and looked at him inquiringly
Must YOU give up something's"
Francois laughed then and patted
the brown arching neck of Capitaine,
successor TO Cog. Everybody must
give up things; and remuneration is
the measure of strength" he said
with twenty-year- generalization,
yet with a light in his face which
might have been the smiling of an
aged saint. You were talking about
Pletro, he went on rapidly; about
our separation from MIN, our good old
Pietro! 1 do miss him. Yet that was
inevitable from the beginning. That
was life. PietrO is Italian; he has
his place over there"-and he nodded
10 where far-Off Italy might lie. HE
is man, Pietro, every inch, already.
He has gone to fill his place, as quiet
iy. as unhesitatingly as he will do
everything that comes to him.
everything that comes to him
yes. Alike spoke little scornfully.
"But-Francois-h does not go very
fast to meet the things that come to
him"
Francois eyes flashed at her. you
have never been fair to Pietro. Alike"