Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-04-18

cariously above the precipice at LIE Faouet,
and thus when the Hirondelle was backing
into the hell's broth of the reef.
"Tell you what, old sport, we must act,
and quickly at that" he said at last,
springing to his feet as though some val
liant deed was called for straight away.
"But what can do?" came the despair
ing answer, and Ingersoll the leader the
master, the kindly cynic, lifted woebegone
eyes to the 1.-THE and stalwart figure tower
ing above him.
"Lots!" cried Tollemache. First, let's
get down to bedrock-then we can talk
plainly. I've never said word to you,
Ingersoll, and mighty little to your daugh-
ter; but l love Yvonne, and if she will
marry me. our wedding day will be the
proudest day of my life. I'm not poor
man. I've a heap more money than ever
I've owned up to, because like the life
here, and l like you, and l worship the
ground Yvonne walks on, and was afraid
that if you knew | was fairly well fixed in
a financial sense you'd regard me as a
poseur, and cut me out Why. I've saved
nearly ten thousand dollars year since
came to Pont Aven! | can lay my hands
tomorrow on a hundred thousand. and
still have enough left to keep Yvonne in
pretty good shape
"Now I'm not making any bargain with
you. That isn't our way. But if 1 am
given free hand with Raymond, I'll
settle his hash in double-quick time
Swine of his variety are always black
mailers. Very well! I'll pay his price
He must clear out, bag and baggage, Civ
ing me the promise of his silence over and
above an acknowledgment that he OBJ
tanned the money by threatening to ex-
pose Mrs. Carmac. Don't imagine he
won't go! I'll make him. It's rather
rotten even to talk of using violence to a
fellow with broken arm; but he must
be got rid of, and I'll brighten him into
deal-see if | don't.'
TNGERSOLL rose, and caught the
younger mans hand in an impulsive
grip. "Lorry,' he said, "if it pleases
Providence to ordain that Yvonne shall
marry you, I'll offer thanks on my knees.
You are honest as the SUN, and trans
parent as the Aven beneath the trees of
the Bots d'Amour in summer | have
known your story for years. had hardly
learned your name before a man told me
of the quarrel with your father because
you refused to fall in with some marriage
brokerage arrangement between him and
the father of a girl whose business interests
marched with his | knew too that you
bought ten of my pictures during the first
six months of our acquaintance. didn't
interfere with your well meaning subter-
fuge. You have lost nothing on that
speculation, at any rate, because you ac-
CURED my work at its best period, and
your investment would yield two hundred
per cent if you sold now
But let that pass. Do you believe |
would ever have encouraged you to waste
your time in pursuing the tickle goddess
of art but for the knowledge that you
We're happy, and content and far removed
from the temptations that beset young
stcrs of means but of no occupation No,
you know well that should have driven
you forth with hard words. Yet | have
never deceived you. How often have |
said that Art is a cruel mistress, a wanton
who refuses her favors to some most ar
dent wooers, yet filings them with prodigal
hand at others who, though worthy of her
utmost passion, despise it? But you have
quality that ranks you far above the