Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-26
"The constancy Of Jeanne. ;
JEANNE Gabrielle Robinne, ~of the
Coincide Franchise.
HENRI-Rene Alexander. of the
Coincide Franchise.


Coincide Franchise.
Jeanne .Bordas' only comrade was
the sea. In storm it drew her, fright
ened. to the shore; in calm 1t COM
forted her lonely heart. 1t held her
hopes, her dreams, it held her love.
For somewhere out beyond these
! shores of Brittany her ship was sail
ing home.
Each day she stood for hours on
the rocky beach and scanned the
white f1eeked desert of the waves.
She knew the Amphitrite's course lay
| far beyond her sight; but just as well
she knew that Henri Trecour, riding
home to Calais, riding home to her
would stand upon the deck Of Iths
! grim little vessel and gaze upon the
land he loved as she gazed on the
| sea.
And so the sea became her conf
CANT, her messenger. Standing upon
the wave dashed rocks, she spoke to
the wild breakers; she almost prayed
to them.
1t was thus that Jacques Bernard
first saw her-a lone, STILL sunlit
statue on the cliff, one arm high
arched to shade her steadfast eyes,
the homespun skirt wind blown
round goddess limbs, while rebel
ringlets of her golden hair burst way
wardly from under her stiff, starched
| cap.
Bernard Is Thrilled.
Jacques Bernard, one of the ge-
Sniuses of France, head of L'Ecole des
Beaux Arts and famous In many
lands, stood thrilled, inspired by the
picture that he saw.
IF she will only hold it," he breath
ed to himself, as he planted his easel
and whisked his brushes into play.
He had hoped only for the chance
to outline a fleeting impression. He
found he had model as motionless
as the sea rocks For half an hour
he painted, with rapid master strokes,
before she turned and saw him.
She did not seem surprised by his
| presence Artists were many on the
Brittany coast. She curtsied silent
| ly as she passed him on her way to
her cottage.
But, mademoiselle," he called after
her, eagerly May / speak to you a
moment2 May ! show you my pic
| ture?"
She came to his side slowly. AZ
| the sight of her own picture her pink
| cheeks turned to crimson.
II want you to come and stand
! there again -morrow-just as you
did to-day. win pay you. ! want to
| finish my picture. Little Mademoi-
selle, you are very beautiful, do you
/ know that?"
Pleads for Love.
Il am always here at this hour
she said, grayely.
| "Why do you Gomez"
-, g.. -
she said.
After that day there came sud
den change in the lonely life of
Jeanne Bordas. She was taken by
Bernard to his splendid villa by the
sea, where she posed for him in her
quaint costume, and where she met
his daughter Yvonne, who was just
her age.
Yvonne. fell in love with her on
the instant. And Bernard-yes,
something that had not touched his
heart in years-an inspiration old,
vet strangely ilewL-had made him
young again. This marvel of classic
grace, this epitome of woman's beau
ty. hallowed with innocence and
charm, had made him dream Of
new happiness.
But they could not keep Jeanne
from the sea. AFTER heT POSING sue
swung through the villa gate and
few, like a freed bird to her beloved
waves. There she stood upon the
rocks and looked out upon the waters
and reveled in her dreams
Henri came home.
A brief message from Calais pre-
coded him: Il am coming home;
but only for few hours All my
love-Henri."
Girl Runs to Meet Him.
She saw him swinging in his navy
blue and white down the arbored VIII
lage street She ran to meet him.
The months of watching were re-
warded He held her in his arms.
Alone they reyeled in their few