New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-04-05

uo-elc for twenty years since the Mare au SeCOurS
sailed for Iceland Captain Yam aboard her.
She repeated. ale is coming back tonight
Pggou lccrcd drunkenly. Come, my old gossip, my
handsome Yvonne, don't play the fool with Daddy
Psgou' You're not SO cracked as YOU pretend to be,
dive comprehend mc2 You know this waiting games
q farce. He your YAM won't come back; not be-
cau>c he's dead but because he's aVc-aliyc and mar
nci 90 ouct Kergucvcn that ne had eye on because
Of her dad's money. And they've many children as
peas IN pod. the eldest fine lad of eighteen
ever ,rod in his fathers footsteps all the way to Pors
Lance Didn't see him just now with that little white
cat Aladcmoiscc Gaud "
The rest was stranglcd in the drunkards throat as
upon the whitcwashed wall behind him fell the stout
shadow of Dr. Bandou and the scrviCcabe horn handle
of am old-fashioncd hunting crop welded by an arm
still muscular hooked itself in Piggous cravat and
plucked him from his seat. He sprawled, sputtering
oaths
~Bcgone rascal. And ever hear Of your trying this
again. I'll poison YOU next time catch YOU in hospital
todmcd the doctor.
Why shouldn't one tell the truth and shame the
dcyil2" grunted Piggou.
Would YOU ike me 10 tell McsSieurs les Douaniers at
the Pampo Quay House the truth about those fine cod
You were carrying when met YOU last month on the
road To- Poubazou.-tcn whoppng fellows, each with
a box Of prime Habanas in his gullct, and every box
wrapped round in Spanish lace BE off with YOU
And assisted bv some additional impetus from the
toe of the doctors riding boot Piggou scrambled to
his feet and clattercd away.
VVONNE had not stirred while this little scene was
in action. Her elbow ON her knee, her chin upon
her hand She sat and watched that distant bend in the
Paimpo road as She had watched it, to quote Madame
Pilot when an that hair was gold Now she turned
toward the doctor, who was her good friend
THAT is done with Monsieur Blandon pointed to
the ragged figure of the rccclng Piggou HE knows
what he will get ne troubles YOU with this rubbish
again And how is the heart, Mademoisclle' Those
drops ! left last tme-you take them'"
IL take them; but" said lvonnc, her quiet eyes
upon the road, "they make my heart beat.
That's what they are for, Nademoiselc.
~Thcv make my heart beat, she said, until, night
and day day and night the beating seems like the sound
ii footsteps coming To- along the road Nearer and
nearer louder and louder Then they grow hestating
IRREGULAR. and stop-stop, and then go back. And as
they become fainter in the distance | seem to grow
more quiet and more cold.
Sand the doctor possessing himself of NVonnes wrist
and watching her as ne counted the pulscbeats in
cn,v as She watched the road, They are footsteps OF
one YOU know, AlalcmoiseIc,
She turned on him those s,artingly blue and brilliant
ewes, surely they are his.
The doctor had often me, a tall man muilel in a
great country cape of friczc walking on the Paimpo
road They had never exchanged words scarcely even
looks: but the brass buttons i'm the back OF Blandons
i riding coat were eyes and he had observed how the
walker turned back before reaching that last bend
from which the cottage could be plainly seen.
Ills evil conscience keeps him restless or he loves
her stills though he hartcred her love for tavern and
sl ling wife" the doctor thought, noting, without
seeming % DO so the changes time had made in the bold
handsome face and giant frame of Captain ann Ireg-
n, late Of the Marie Sccours now landlord OF the
Chinese Cider Cellars at Ploubazou But to set foot
I'm Pors Lance ne will not dare The men and women
would rise up and stone him ont of the village.
And Monsieur Blandon babe Yvonnc adcu and
.,,-,.f collar uDOn his SlamDlng old