Evening star., 1915-03-14

NAMA set Madeleine to help Yvonne undress
GyNcN "and rub her till she's as red as a boiled
EGH9N lobster" prepared two steamng glasses
SS4SSS of muled wne scolded each unwilling
patient until the decocon taken,
and wanted to massage Ingerso-an attention that he
avoided only by declaring positively that he would not
indulge in a hot bath at all unless she cleared out
Luckily wetting from salt water is seldom harmful
if accompanied by exercise, and lngerso had never
been really chilled; while Yvonne had only kept
comparatively dry, but had been shielded from the
wind during the homeward voyage When the two met
in the studio large that Ingersol had built
the north side of the house. the frenzy and tumut of
a tremendous discovery had died down, and each
ready to make due allowance for the others suffering
Yvonne wore her Breton dress, and her father had
discarded his artists clothes for suit of blue serge
Seldom, perhaps not twice in year, did he appear in
evening dress. He Stunned society, and dsked it's
livery For that reason he had removed from the Hotel
Julia after arriving at Pont Aven with Yvonne
then an engaging mite hardly year old. Ostensibly
he wanted spacious studo in reality he sought secu
sion.
gown; though she and her father were often welcome
guests the houses of the small artistic cotere that
makes the village its abiding place But pictures, not
fashion plates, ruled the therein and no gyande
dame whom chance brought to these friendly gather
ings could plume herself that her paris model rock
ecpsed the quaint charm of Yvonne's peasant costume
The girl had grown quite accustomed to the demand
invariably put forward by Ingersol before accepting
invitation that he should be told the of any
strangers who would be present If she gave passing
thought the matter she ancied that her father early
in life had quarreed with his relatives and wished to
avoid haphazard meeting with certain members of
his family. Singularly enough, Tolemache her great
est friend among the men of Pont Aven, did not con-
ccal the fact that he too at oggerheads with his
own people, Only that day had he been on the verge
of explanation of this unfortunate state of affairs
How little did she dream then that the carefully hidden
which led her own father to bury his talents in
Brittany fishing village after she born would
be dragged into light before the went down.
X/HEN she entered the studio she found her father
w seated in roomy wckerwork chair, and gazing
dsconsolately into the flames of roaring log fire. He
had aged within the hour. His already Slight figure
seemed to have shrunk. He did not turn his head
when the door opened.
Her heart went out to him in of tenderness
She dropped her knees by his side and put her
round his neck.
"Dad DEAR" she murnured, "dont dwell our
troubles tonight, great they Let rather be
thankful that able to render service
our fellow creatures and that lives pre-
served in time of real danger. God works in His
wonderful way, doesn't He, Dear? 1t His will
that we should have gone to LIE Poudu today. 1t
surely by providental contrving that we should hap
pen to be the reef when the Stella struck Some
thing more than idle chance brought us there.
"Yes, he said, gazing into her eyes with the sorrow
laden expression of who sees naught but misery
before him. ut not chance, Yvonne but the opera
ton of a law as certain as death. The sins of the
fathers shall be visited upon the children unto the
third and fourth generation. had almost forgotten
that your mother lived After eighteen years she
dead to So far you concerned she might
we'll have died in giving YOU birth. Then her mem
DRY would have been blessing rather than curse.
"Hush, Dear! She may be dying now No, no,
Darling you shall say it" and her soft lips sttled
the terrible wish that his anguish might have voiced.
For little while neither could speak. Yvonne's
head bent her fathers knees, and he knew that