Rocky Ford enterprise., 1915-04-09

I but, probably remembering ne was AT
her mercy. suppressed his wrath and
held out the telegram. Can you read
that, my child?"
"Yes, l can read it. Why not? Can't
your"
Read? l the mayor Of Paradise!"
repeated the outraged magistrate.
What do you mean. lizard OF lizards!
gorse cat!"
Now If you are going to say such
things I won't drum for you" said the
child, glancing at me out Of her sea-
blue eyes and giving a shake to her
elflocks.
gave her a hand-bill; at the first
glance her eyes sparkled. the color
deepened under her coat Of amber tan;
she caught her breath and read rapidly
to the end.
"Oh, how beautiful" she said. softly.
"Am to read this in the square?"
81 will give you a franc to read 1t.
Jacqueline."
mo. no-only-oh. do let me come
in and see the heavenly wonders!
Would you, monsieur? IL cannot
pay-but would-could you let me
come in? will read your notice. any
| way BIC duueup Will a qudNci al hSi
voice.
Come whenever you like, Jacque-
line" said. ASK for me at the gate"
And who are you. monsieurT
my name is Scarlet"
Scarlett." she whispered. as though
naming sacred thing.
The mayor, who had toddled some
distance ahead of us. now halted in the
square, looking back at us through the
red evening light.
"Jacqueline, the drum is In my
house. I'll lend you a pair of sabots.
too. Come, hasten little idler!"
We entered the mayors garden.
where the flowers were glowing in the
luster of the setting sun. The mayor
soon reappeared with drum and drum
sticks in one hand and a pair of sabots
In the other. Go, my child" he said,
and Jacqueline marched through the
garden out into the square by the foun-
tain, drum-sticks clutched in one
tanned fist. the scrolls Of paper in the
other.
In the center of the square she stood
moment, looking around then raised
. the drum-sticks: there came a click. a
fash of metal. and the quiet square
= echoed with a startling outcrash. Al
, ready a knot of people had gathered
around her; others came swiftly to
3 windows and doorsteps; the loungers
left their stone benches by the river.
: the maids OF Paradise focked from the
, bridge. The drum-roll ceased.
! Attention! Men of Finistere! By
: order of the governor OF Lorient. all
: men between the ages of twenty and
. forty, otherwise not exempt. are or
dered to report at the navy yard bar.
. racks. war-port of Lorient. on the 9Th
OF November OF the present year. to
, join the army Of the Loire.
"Bretons! France calls! Answer
4 with your ancient battle-cry, 'Sainte-
= Anne! Sainte-Anne!' The eyes OF the
world are on Armorica! To arms!"
e The girls voice ceased: a dead 81.
: lence reigned in the square. The men
. looked at one another stupidity: WON.
an began to whimper.
The curse is on Paradise!" cried a
!: hoarse voice.
!. The drummer was already drawing
another paper from her ragged pocket
, and again in the same clear. emotion.
5 less voice. but slightly drawing her
e words. she read:
ITO the people of Paradise! The
manager of the famous American trav.
eyng circus. lately returned from a
tour of the northern provinces. with
camels, elephants. lions and a magnifi
cent company Of artists, announces a
4 stupendous exhibition to be held In