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

"Aye, aye! You shall lead us, Felix Ca
die" cried the people. at is the Lion dor
which has been honored with a miracle.n
AWED and impressed, the crowd scat
tered into groups around the market,
to spread the information and confirm the
story But Felix Cadic, canny man, lost no
time in making his way up the rickety stairs
to the room of his American guests. He
"Ah?' said Cadic with questioning eye
brows as he spied Arthur in bed, still pale
and bewildered. Monsieur, you have
heard the excitement-yes?"
Ives returned his look and they compre-
hended each other. "Come outside he
whispered, and then, in answer to an in
quiry, "Yes, he walks in his sleep some
times. He walked last night. He climbed
the tower, and l found him mounted on
King Grallon's horse"
"Tonnerre! On the horse! l thought it
was he!' muttered the innkeeper.
Il caught him as he fell said Ives with
a sob in his throat II was barely in time.
Saint Corentin be praised! What an es-
cape for the child!' exclaimed Cadic, cross
ing himself. "See, Monsieur, l hold the
chalice which he tossed into the market
place. 1t bears new dent in its silver side.
He held out the precious cup for the other
to see
Il will repay you for the damage, said
Ives hastily. arthur did not mean to do
wrong. He was not responsible"
may, nay, Monsieur" the innkeeper held
up deprecating hand. Il meant not that.
I find no fault. I regret nothing. I only
wished to be sure that all was well. Under
the protection of the saint, your lad has
brought me great luck, Monsieur
"Great luck?" Ives stared bewildered.
And Cadic told him the tale that was be-
ing circulated from the market at that mo-
ment, with the result that was sure to follow.
Even as he spoke arose a shout across the
square. Cadic fastened to see what meant
this new excitement. Urchins came running,
heralds of a burly band; the fishermen were
bringing the morning catch to market. A
hilarious crew they were, singing, shouting,
triumphant.
The crowd fastened to meet them with
questions. What full baskets! What tale
upon tale of them! What descriptions of
the unprecedented catch! Never for gener-
rations had there been heard of such fisher
mans luck The nets could hardly hold the
prize, it was told. The agents for the great
canning factories were in raptures. The
fshwives grew hysterical. The fishes had
attested the miracle!
TT needed no visit to the Mayor to urge
the popular sentiment. The news spread
like wildfre. The Council was hastily sum-
moned. Before Cadic had finished beautify-
ing himself for the embassage the Mayor
himself came to wait upon the Lion dor
with congratulations, with promises, with
plans for the future. He desired to inspect
the precious chalice. He begged that it
might be enshrined in the cathedral or
placed for safety in the municipal museum,
visible attraction; but Cadic shook his head.
May" he said politely, "the Lion dor
will care for it, as hitherto. Let those who
desire come here to see. They will be ever
welcome. Will not your Excellency honor
me by accepting glass of my cider, of
which am rather proud?'
All that day Felix Cadic and his dis
tracted menage were kept busy drawing
cider for the tourists who came in shoals
from the hotels on the quay to sit at the
little iron tables under the swinging, tar
nished signboard. They came to cape at
the statue of Grallon, to see the famous
chalice, and to hear the story from the elo
quent lips of the host They stopped, they
looked, they listened, surprised and gratified.
Fine cider!' they observed. "The best
we have met in Brittany. A good story
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