Evening star., 1914-04-05

uloselle for twenty years. since the Marie Secours
sailed for Iceland Captain Yam aboard her.
She repeated, "He is coming back tonight
Piggou leered drunkenly. "Come, my old gossip, my
handsome Yvonne, don't play the fool with Daddy
Pggou! You're not cracked as you pretend to be,
dive comprehend me9 You know this waiting games
a farce. He your Yann won't come back; not be-
he's dead, but because he's ave-alive and mar
red Louet Kergueven that he had eye because
OF her dads money. And they've many children
peas in pod, the eldest as fine lad of eighteen as
trod in his fathers footsteps all the way Pors
Lance Didn't see him just with that little white
cat Mademoisele Gaud-"
The rest was strangled in the drunkard's throat as
upon the whitewashed wall behind him fell the stout
shadow of Dr. Bandon and the servceable horn handle
of old-fashioned hunting crop welded by arm
still muscular hooked itself in Piggous cravat and
p1ucked him from his He sprawled, sputtering
oaths.
"Begone, rascal And ever hear of your trying this
again. I'll poison YOU next time catch you in hospital"
foaned the doctor
WHY shouldn't one tell the truth and shame the
devil?' grunted Piggou.
Would you like tell Messieurs les Douaniers at
the Panpol Quay House the truth about those fine cod
you carrying when l met you last month on the
road to Poubazou,-ten whoppng fellows each with
box of prime Habanas in his gulet, and every box
wrapped round in Spanish ace2 Be off with you.'
And, assisted by some additional impetus from the
his feet and clattered away.
NVONNE had not stirred while this little
in action. Her elbow her knee her chin upon
her hand she and watched that distant bend in the
Paimpol road she had watched it, to quote Madame
Pilot, when all that hair gold Now she turned
toward the doctor, who her good friend.
@That is done with Monsieur Blandon pointed
the ragged figure of the receding Pggou. "He knows
what he will get if he troubles you with this rubbish
And howl the adj 1eo
drops l left last time-you take theme'
Il take them; but said Yvonne her quiet eyes
upon the road, they make my heart beat
That's what they are for Mademoiselle.
GThey make my heart beat" she said, until. night
and day. day and night the beating like the sound
of footsteps coming to along the road Nearer and
nearer-louder and louder. Then they grow hestatng.
irregular, and stop-stop, and then go back. And
they become fainter in the distance l to grow
more quiet and more cold
Said the DOCTOR possessing himself of Yvonnes wrist
and watching her he counted the pulsebeats in
tently she watched the road @They footsteps of
one you know, Mademoisee27
She turned on him those startingly blue and brilliant
eyes. @Surely-they his.7
The doctor had often met tall man muf1ed in
great country cape of fr1eze walking the Paimpol
road They had never exchanged words scarcely
looks but the brass buttons in the back of Blandons
old riding coat eyes, and he had observed how the
walker turned back before reaching that last bend
from which the cottage could be plainly seen.
His evil conscience keeps him restess-or he loves
her STILL though he bartered her love for and
scolding wife," the doctor thought, noting without
seeming do the changes time had made in the bold
handsome face and giant frame of Captain Yam Treg
ner late of the Marie Secours landlord of the
Chinese Cider Cellars at Ploubazou But set foot
in Pors Lance he will not dare The and
would rise up and stone him out of the village.
And Monsieur Blandon bade Yvonne adieu, and
turned up his collar and got upon his shamblng old
white horse to ride back to Paimpol.