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

figure Of her aunt, appeared the htte Shrinking igre
Of AIademoisee Gaud.
who is it, asked Yvonne duly, without removing
her eyes from that unknown face Of the man whose step
was like Yann's.
II beeve-I think-'tis Monsieur Jean Marie
painted Gaud Sweet Saint Agnes" she prayed IN
wardy her patron saint, make her not ask me his
other name If she does am sure shall lie and say
do not know; SO, sweetest SAINT Agnes preserve me
from shining" Next moment She breathed freely Tor
Yvonne stepped aside leaving the threshold free TO the
stranger.
ASK Of his business, little one" she said, without
looking at Gaud and let him know that he was MS
taken for who has right TO be welcomed with open
arms
She had black woollcn cloak loosely thrown about
her shoulders She sat down upon the seat to the right
of the door her elbow her knee, her chin upon her
hand the dark folds half conceahig the noble outlines
Of her FORM her eyes fixed upon the most distant turn
in the Pampo road
lean Marie was at liberty to proceed with his court
ing: Yvonne seemed to hear and see him no longer.
Only as the lover grew gayer and the clear laugh u
Gaud sounded in unison with his quiver passed over
the face Of Yvonne.
At twelve o'clock. when the dinner ready Gaud
came duifulv 10 tell her. She only shook her head,
and the midday meal of salt fish, potatoes, and CIDER
was shared by the lovers.
When the dishes were washed Jean Marie proposed
stroll 10 the chapel the cliff. Gaud her pale checks
came to ask Yvonnc's permission
NV mother allowed him TO visit in Pampo, She
said meeklv, flushing deeper she remembered that
she had introduced him as Monsieur Jean Marc, the
coopers apprentice and that her mother knew nothing
of his relationship to the man who had used her Aunt
Yvonne so wickedly Through the crystal OF Gaud's
nature ran a little streak of deceptvcness. Like all
weak things she could be cunning where her love or
interest was concerned, and what did matter what
lean Marcs father had done? she argued. He was not
Jean Marie.
SO she and her sweetheart set out 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 saw two figures appear in the distance
upon the Pampo road neither Of which caused her any
emotion. Monsieur Blandon the Paimpo doctor was
hirpng upon his white mare, 70 visit some oi ms
country patients, half hour at least before he could
dismount at Yvonncs door, the mare was 50 old and
the road so stony She looked away far out to and
watched a tossing white sail upon the inky horizon and
with the instinct of one bred by the knew that there
would be weather yet stormy, for the scagulS and
kittwakes were hurrying inland
THEN a heavy pair Of wooden shoes cached over
the stones and a vinous voice gave her good day.
1t was one Pggou Moan, once a smart young fisher
man and avowcd rival of Yam. the smuggcr, the
loafer, the drunkard Of the hamlet.
~ drop cider AIademoisee Yvonne, for old friend
ships sake and charity begged the topper.
Nvonne scarcely looked at him, but made a slight
motion OF her hand toward the cottage door. With
sobbered blessing, red-nosed, ragged Piggou lmchei
in lucky in the absence Of Gaud who would have found
enough courage need, have driven him forth with
a broomstck He reached a copper agon from rs
peg, and if by instinct TO the cider cask that
stood by he great. carved clothes press. Minutes
passed, and Pggou out brighter of eye if reddcr
OF nose than when he entered wping his dripping beard
on his ragged sleeve.
It's long since YOU and Piggou had chat together,
AIadcmoisec Yvonne-years It is, and years. I'm not
81 fine follow a, used 20 be; though Won re COMEDY