Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-07-12

sounded very near, and finally aroused him.
He turned over on his side. Yes, the sounds
came from the marketplace directly under
his window. Ives jumped up hastily and
peered out.
The square was filled with people,-wom-
en- in wonderful white caps and medieval
rufus with brocaded aprons and with market
baskets on their arms; men in imposslbly
gorgeous jackets of blue and orange, with
beribboned sombreros. They seemed a
comic opera chorus in full stage, with the
soaring cathedral, rosy in the morning light,
forming a miraculous back curtain.
Evidently it was market day: some booths
were already set up in the square. But what
allied all the folk, gazing upward as II rapt!
Ives raised his eyes also, whittier all eyes
were turning, to the group of King Grallon
and his steed, midway of the lacy towers.
Good heavens! What was that little pale
figure, strangely clad, conspicuous in the
sunlight against the stone? Ives gazed
moment stupefed, then turned quickly to
the cot across the room from his own.
Empty! How Ives crossed the marketplacee
he never knew. He had vague sense of
voices repeating strange things, COB
let! The goblet!' 1.-THE ghost of Gloanec
with the goblet! Behold the miracle! Ah-h-h!'
Ives dashed up the interminable stairs.
Like Arthur, he numbered them, remember
ing, zone hundred eighty-three eighty
FOUR" He dashed out upon the platform.
The sun, rising over the tops of the houses,
fell full upon the little gray figure clinging
to the stone horses back. AS the father
stumbled forward, gasping for breath, the
great clock in the neighboring tower spoke
solemnly,-the voice that Arthur heard,
even in his dream.
Boom! Boom!" At the moment Ives
saw his son lean unsteadily forward toward
the imminent verge, raise his arm, and toss
something out into space. Almost imme-
diately Arthur reeled, lost his balance, and
gave frightened scream.
In one awful moment Ives was at the
horses side, caught Arthur in his arms as
he fell, and staggered back upon the plat
form. His boy was safe. That was all he
understood of this horror.
They made their way back to the Lion
dor through a side door of the cathedral
and dark alley. The crowd did not notice
them. They were too busy staring upward,
gesticulating and exclaiming. A strange awe
seemed to have seized them. Arthur and
his father were soon safe in their chamber,
and the boy was put to bed.
FROM the window Ives soon saw crowd
L besieging the door of the Lion dor
Felix Cadic appeared upon the threshold,
d1SheVeled, ruDD1ng MS eyes. Inc exC1ted
populace pushed toward him lad bearing
something in his hand. Look! Look,
Cadic!" they cried.
@Tonnerrel' exclaimed the innkeeper in
amazement. at is my precious silver
chalice! Rene Jaffro, how came you by it?"
at was this which the rider upon King
Grallon's horse tossed into the street just
now" cried the frightened boy. II caught
it after it struck the pavement.
Cadic took the chalice and gazed at it
thoughtfully. at is miracle!' he said at
last. Murmurs from the crowd confirmed
the sentiment.
An old woman stepped forward. do, it is
King Grallon's Day" she cried in quavering
falsetto. 4And who has come to remind us,
we who forget? Who but the ghost of
Gloanec, who broke his neck there seventy
five years ago. l saw that when l was
child. And today l saw him throw the COB
let once again. He was there-and again
he was not there! This is the same goblet.
Felix Cadic, what does it mean?'
The murmuring crowd jostled about the
mysterious cup. These were strange doings
in King Grallon's town! To be sure, these
Breton folk were used to strange doings.
The neighborhood of Finistare was not likely