Evening star., 1915-02-21

have carry you up the remainder of the hll,7 he
grinned
Mon Dienl but I'm glad made the best part of the
pilgrimage in train and carriage, twtered Madame.
yet, though dropped, had to the little
that the dear saint knew they were coming to her
shrine
as that what it means?7
What else? pity you not good Catholic,
Monsieur Tollemache, you might be granted favor
today"
"Oh, come, now! That's no way to convert black
Presbyterian. Tell that Sainte Barbe will get my
next picture crowned by the academy and I'll fall
my knees with fervor."
"Tcha! Even a saint cannot obtain what Heaven
does not allow"
Ingerso laughed. "Mere Pitou may lose her breath;
but she loses her w.t., he said "Now put for
ward much more modest request. Most excellent
Sante Barbe, send me mad dealer who will empty
my studio at thousand francs canvas!'
Yvonne heard these words; yet, be it noted, she
asked the saint make her father happy prosper
1t was then that the bell rang a second time.
"TienS!' exclaimed Madame Pitou. "The saint
plies'
Like every magician, you achieve your effect by the
simplest of contrivances-when peeps behind the
scenes" said Ingersol. "Old Pere Jean custodian of
the chapel, who will meet at the summit keeps boy
guard that all good pilgrims may be put in the
right frame of mind by hearing the bell accidentally
The boy girls first, and then spied US. Hence
the double tolling. Now Madame, crush me! l can
see lightning in your eye.
MARK my words Monsieur Ingersoll, the saint vii;
send that dealer and he will certainly be mad since
none but lunatic would pay thousand
francs for any picture of yours"
Ingersol seized her free run
her up, for Heavens sake, Tolemache7
he cried in English. "Her tongue has
scarfed every day for eighteen C
years, and age cannot wither, custom y Y
STALE its infinite variety .S[XLy
Laughing, struggling, crying brokenly SsH&A
that Ces AmsriCdins would be the death -. NSESSM
of her, and, tripping along the while with - :
surprising lghtness of foot,-for Mere
Pitou had been noted as the best dancer
of the gavote at any pardon held within radius of ten
miles of Pont hurried to the waiting girls
All that -asca of a father of yours!" she wheezed to
Yvonne, relapsing into the Breton language, as
her invariabe habit when excited either anger
or in mirth. "And this other overgrown imp! When
they're beaten in argument they try to kill me- Cars!
nice lot I'm bringing to the holy chapel"
"Never mind, chere Manan' said the girl, taking her
fathers place, and claspng the plump affection
ately. @When we descend the other side of the hill
you'll have them at your mercy. Then you tell
them what you really think of Them
@They know now. Artists, indeed! Acrobats, I call
them! Making sport of poor old woman! Not that
I'm astonished at anything Monsieur Ingersol does.
Everybody admits that he is touched here and she
dabbed fat finger her glistenng forehead, cor he
wouldn't bury himself alive Brittany village be-
he really has talent But that hulking Monsieur
Tolemache ought to be showing off his agility before
you girls instead of Juggling up the Pilgrims Way.
Gre nomi When little Barbes father-Heaven his
soul-met me here fete day before married
he wouldn't rest till he had swung himself round Sane
Barbe's tower by the shepherds hooks; and
ing in fright while watched him, though bursting with
pride all the time, since the other girls well
that he was doing it only find if cared whether
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