Evening star., 1914-04-05

the face Of stranger; while partly hidden by the tall
figure of her aunt appeared the little shrinking figure
of Madenoselle Gaud.
who is it, asked Yvonne duly, without removing
her eyes from that unknown face of the whose step
like Yanns
Il believe-I think-'tis Monsieur Jean Marie"
painted Gaud. Sweet Saint Agnes she prayed in
wardv to her patron saint, make her not ask me his
other name If she does. am sure shall lie and say
do not know; 50, sweetest Saint Agnes, preserve
from sinnng.' Next she breathed freely; for
Yvonne stepped aside leaving the threshold free the
stranger.
ASK of his business little one" she said, without
looking at Gaud, "and let him know that he mis-
taken for who has right be welcomed with open
arms
She had black woollen cloak loosely thrown abor:t
her shoulders. She down upo1 the the right
of the door, her elbow her knee, her chin upon her
hand the dark folds half conceag the noble outlines
of her form, her eyes fixed upon the most distant
in the Paimpol road.
Jean Marie liberty to proceed with his court
ing Yvonne seemed to hear and see him no longer.
Only the lover grew gayer, and the clear laugh of
Gaud sounded in unison with his, qriver passed
the face OF Yvonne
At twelve o'clock, when the dinner ready, Gaud
dutifuly tell her. She only shook her head,
and the midday meal of salt fish, potatoes and cider
shared by the lovers.
When the dishes washed Jean Marie proposed
a stroll the chapel the cliff Gaud her pale cheeks
tipped with little crimson like the leaves of daisy
came ask Yvonnc's permission.
My mother allowed him to visit us in Paimpo she
sail meelly, flushing deeper she remembered that
she had introduced him Monsieur Jean Marie, the
coopers apprentice and that her mother knew nothing
of his relationship the man who had used her Aunt
Yvonne wickedly. Through the crystal of Gaud's
little streak of deceptiveness. Like all
weak things, she could be cunning where her love
interest concerned, and what did it matter what
Jean Mares father had done? she argued. He not
Jean Marie.
So she and her sweetheart set upon their walk,
keeping decorous distance of at least six feet be-
tween them, and swinging unoccupied hands that when
the path grew narrow, would meet and cling.
And Yvonne two figures appear in the distance
upon the Pampo road neither of which caused her any
emotion. Monsieur Blandon the Paimpo doctor was
hirpling upon his white mare, visit OF his
country patients, half hour at least before he could
dismount Yvonnes door, the mare was SO old and
the road She looked away, far sea- and
watched tossing white sail upon the nky horizon and
with the instinct of one bred by the knew that there
would be weather yet stormy for the seagus and
kittiwakes were hurrying inland.
THEN heavy pair of wooden shoes clacked over
the stones, and vnous voice gave her good day.
1t was one Piggou Moan smart young fisher
and avowed rival of Yann now the smuggler the
oaer, the drunkard of the hamlet.
a drop o cider, Mademoselle Yvonne for old friend
ships sake and charity!' begged the topper.
Yvonne scarcely looked at him, but made slight
motion of her hand toward the cottage door. With
sobbered blessing, red-nosed ragged Piggou lurched
lucky in the absence of Gaud, who would have found
enough courage need to have driven him forth with
a broomstick. He reached copper fagon from its
peg, and if by instinct the cider cask that
stood by the great carved clothes press Minutes
passed. and Pggou out, brighter of eye if redder
OF than when he entered wpng his dripping beard
on his ragged sleeve
Its long since you and Pggou had chat together
Mademoselle Yvonne-years il is, and years I'm not
fine fellow used to be; though you're comely
figure of still. Excuse the freedom, Made
moselle-7