New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-04-11

Yvonne was instantly aware that the words had
conveyed a meaning far beyond their intent.
ooh. dear" she sighed. "How easily one can
he misunderstood! Now it is stupid that you
and should be at cross purposes in a matter of
this sort Will it help if | tell you what my
father said this morning? He asked me why you
had decided that Mr. Carmac should be buried
here, and gave it as my opinion that you meant
20 remain in Point Aven considerable time. Was
/ mistaken"
The older woman's face became shade whittier,
but she replied steadily enough: Something Of
the sort had certainly occurred to me-"
but you must abandon it, DEAR" said the girl
earnestly dropping at her mothers feet and taking
one thin hand in both hers. "f you do that, every
thing will go wrong. Dad and you cannot possibly
live in a small place like this, where everybody
knows everybody else where the history of each
family or individual is common property, and
where gossip would find flaws in the pre-
tence that you and are aunt and niece. If you
continue to reside here, il means that Dad and |
must Co. No, you sha'n't weep, or be allowed to
fret yourself into some misleading notion as to
what really mean. Once and for all, the posi-
bility Of that kind of lamentable thing happening
must disappear
dad is fair-mnded mani don't think his
admits that it would be cruel to keep you and me
apart now that we have been brought together in
such an extraordinary way. lie will let come
and visit you often | am sure. But, dearest, if
you drive him away from spot he had made his
own if he is shut out of the tiny bit of earth
he has learned to love, shall go with him, and
III feel so deeply that you have treated him
harshly that shall never you again.
Now isn't i. better that we should examine the
present position of affairs clearly and honestly?
great many years ago you left my father of
your own accord He suffered terribly how much
l have learned only during the last week-but he
gave himself up to art, to few friends, and to
He has taught himself to be happy in quiet
way. You, taking part in that social whirl I have
read about in books, and dimly imagined from
paragraphs in newspapers, have no idea OF
the pleasant monotony of life in Pont Aven. Why.
an excursion to lie Faouet is an event to be talked
of whole month before and after the great day
itself, and sold picture supplies a weeks
element! Existence on those lines cannot pos
sibly appeal to you.
Mother, dear, you cannot undo the past but
you car and will leave my father undisturbed in
his work and his few joys. You must go away
from Pont Aven and never come here again.
Write to me as often you like, and |, for my
part, will try to recite small histories so as to
interest and amuse you. Arrange that may stay
with you sometimes, and I'll come. promise you
that Dad will prove unreasonable if you
feel lonely, and want me. But t would be unjust
both TO you and TO him if did not say now that
! shall always put him first. I am not reproach-
ing you. Why should l? You have never caused
me any unhappiness, because it would be mon
strous to charge you with responsibility for the
series of misfortunes that began with the wreck.
/ mean to look you a mother, and indeed
indeed, my love and respect will never waver I'M
less they are brought into conflict with the greater
love and duty l owe my father"
Mrs. Carmac was visibly shaken Yvonne's
straightforward plea had swept into ruin the
structure built of vain ongings and fantastic
dreams? Yet what else could she expect? She
had known her own mind on that never-to-be-fo
gotten night in Paris when she deserted her hus
band and child and fed to secure freedom" Her
action was deliberate; she had not felt a tremor