The evening world., 1914-02-03

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rel with the extension rib.
Then I snapped on the fore
- end: and there lay tho gun
In my hands. q fowling piece ut for
an Emperor.
'0ive TT" muttered the poachsr,
huskily.
''Taks It. my friend the Lizard" I
replied. smiling down the wrench In
my heart.
There was . silence; then the
poacher stepped forward. and. look
ing me squarely in the eye. flung out
his hand. struck my open palm
suaartly against his, in the Breton
fashion; then We ciasped hands.
You mean honestly by the little
ono7"
Yes" said; strike palms by
Saints Thekla Of Ycone!"
We struck palms heavily.
"She - . child" he said: "there 10
no vice in her: yet I've seen them
nearly MASHED at her age In Paris"
And he swore terribly as he said 1t.
A.. "cVppeu ne"us =" shence' tnens
is this gun miner" he demanded,
hoafsely.
eyes"
"Estrikai" he c-,ed: "t.se ~
friendship II you want It, on this
condition-what am Is my own con-
cern.l. not yours. Don't interfere.
m'sieu; Il would be useless. / should
never betray you. but might kill you.
Don't interfere. But II you care for
the goodwill Of n man like me, take It:
and when you desire q service from
me. tell me, and I'll not fail you. by
Saints- Eline Of Paradise"
"Striks palms." said ]. gravely: and
we struck palms thrice.
He turned on his heel. kicking OF
his sabots on the doorsill. Break
bread with me: ] ask IT, he said.
Gruhf1y. and stnlked before me into
the house.
Tho room was massive and Of noble
proportion. but there WAS scarcely
anything in it-a stained table. q
settle, a little pile Of rags on the stone
fioor-no. not rags. but Jacqueline's
clothes!-and there at the end OF the
treat chamber. built into the wall. was
the ancient Breton bed with its Gothic
carving and aiding panels Of black
oak. carved like the lattice-work In a
chapel screen.
Outside dawn was breaking through
q silver shoal of clouds: already its
slender tentacles Of light were prob
Ing the shadows behind tho lattice
whore Jacqueline lay sleeping.
From the ashes on the hearth q
spiral of smoke curled. The yellow
cat walked In and sat down. contem-
plating the ashes.
Slowly = saffron light filled the
room; JacQueline awoke in the dim
bed.
She pushed the panels aside and
peersd out. her sea blue eyes heavy
with slumber.
ma doue!' she murmured: at Is
M'sieu Scarlet! Ale! Ale! Am a
countess to sleep 80 late? Bonjour.
m'sieu! Bonjour. papa" She caught
sight OF the yellow cat. EFT bien 10
bonj0ur. Ange Pitou!"
Che swathed herself in q blanket
and cat UP. looking at me sleepily.
You came to see me SWIM" she
said.
"And I've brought you a ish's sill
yer skin to swim In" replied. point
Ing at the satchel.
We ate silently. Ange Pitou, the
yellow cat. came around with tail
inflated. There were hshbonss enough
10 grattfy any cat. and Ange Pltou
made short work Of them.
Jacaueline placed the few dishes
In . pan Of hot water. wiped her
hn9ors. dAintily. and picked up Ange
Pitou. who promptly acknowledged
the courtesy by bursting into crack
ling purring.
: SHOW me the swimming suit" said
the Girl. shyly.
drew It out Of ths satchel and
laid II across my knees.
oh, Il has q little tail behind
shall look like the silver grilse Of
0uimpsrle!"
DO you think you can swim in
those scalss" / asked.
Swim? I-Jacqueline? Attended,
un peu-you shall see!"
She laughed an excited. confident
little laugh and Rugged Ange Pitou.
who ,, closed his eyes In ecstasy.
shsathing and unsheathing his sharp
JacQueline looked at the SWIM
ming, 6uit. then at me.
"WM you go down to the beach.
But But / had g6t tr.ver.ea half tho
strip Of rock and hard sand before
something new pasta slim. glitter
ing shape which suddenly doubled up.
Strengthened again. and fell headlong
into the laundering surf.
The waves hurled her from crest
10 crest, clothing her limbs In froth:
The eingtn6 foam rolled her over and
over, stranding her on bubbiing
~ands, until the swell found her
again. lifted her. and tossed her sea-
ward Into the wide. white arms of
the breakers.
Back TO land she drifted and scram-
blsd up on the beach. a slender.
drenehed figure. glistening and fash
Ing with every movement.
Dainty OF limb a. a cat In wet
grass. she shook the spray from her
fingers and scrubbed eaen palm with
sand, then sprang again headlong
into the surf: there was q fash.
spatter and she vanished.
Altar Q long, long while. far out on
the water she rose. floating.
Ney the red sun. pushing above the