New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-04-18

"Tiens!" he said tickling his scalp with pen
holder. such one booked to Nantes remem-
Der thinking that she had lot Of money, because
she picked a hundred franc note out of fair
sized packet"
"Was she Bretonne?"
Eyes. madame Wait one moment" He called
porter Pierre" ne cried you had charge of
a lsdy's baggage by the o'clock train to Nantes.
Did she come from Pont Aven?"
Pierre thought she did, but could not be
IF So the local conductor had brought her box
across to the departure platform. At any rate,
she was not a known resident in Quimpere. And
she possessed one trunk, black one, iron
clamped and studded with brass nails. Madeleine
owned a similar box, but did half the nhsbi-
tants of Brittany.
With that Yvonne had to be satisfied Made
lene might might not have gone to Nantes,
whence if minded she could travel on to Paris
in the train 1t difficult to account for
her possession OF the amount of money spoken
Of by the observer behind the wicket, but Mrs.
Carmac solved the riddle at once.
Until | am convinced to the contrary" she de-
clared. 81 shall believe that your friend is on her
way TO meet Rupert Fosdyke somewhere OF
course, he would provide her with ample means.
Gold is the most potent of all lures"
Yvonne shuddercd Her mother was least Iowa
BILE when she became cynical The girl felt unut-
tersby sad and depressed.
1t was a relief, in a sense when the car sped
down the hill into Pont Aven and she could make
some excuse to hurry home. Her father and
Lorry, thinking she would be absent till much
later hour had gone out, tempted by the continued
fine weather.
But she given respite from her misery.
Madame Brissac had posted an urchin to watch for
the return OF the motorists. She came now to
gather tidings of her Maynard niece, and Yvonne
was obliged to confess that Madeleine was not at
her cousins house.
Then the storm broke. Madame Brissac had
probably been made aware in the meantime that
Madeleine had outraged local conventions by
walking out" with stranger, and she poured her
wrath on Yvonnc.
This is your DOING" she screamed, her black
eyes flashing fire and her swarthy skin bleaching
yellow with fury you turned her head with your
fine friends and their fairy tales. Wha: could |
expect but that my girl would be led astray?
But her character is not the only one at stake
When we know the truth well hear more about
that precious aunt OF yours. Aunt, indeed! Who
ever heard of aunt screaming for her daughter
and meaning her niece"
Mere Pitou hustled out, breathing tn. fam. of
battle. Marie Brissac," she cried, you ought to
be ashamed OF yourself! Isn't this case of what's
bred in the bone coming out in the flesh? Have
you forgotten why Jean Brsssc married you?
Because, if your memory is failing mine isn't
can tell you now that Madeleine simply flung her
self at that young Englishman's head, and if
that's news to you, it's the talk of everybody else
in Pont Aven. Don't you dare come here insulting
my friends or you'll get more than you bargain
for"
"Oh, please please. don't quarrel with Madame
Brissac on my account walled Yvonne. daring
all, even a blow and putting her arms round the
half dementcd woman's shoulders "You poor
dear she went on in a voice choked with sob
bing' blame me if you wish, but don't condemn
Madeleine unheard. It may not be true. Let US