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

impalpable shadow, and not to be denheo !"
terms Of human speech.
All day long had this spectre peered over her
shoulder It's influence was afrighting and OPP
pressive. The woman who had regarded her con-
science as dumb and deaf and blind during nearly
twenty years had suddenly discovered that the
gagged and bound prisoner had become most
imperious master Was it conscience, she won
dered, that caused this disease? But conscience
is a monitor that recalls past transgressons and
threatens punishment, while her inward vision
was aware rather OF gloomy portents akin to
that state of being fay which is the unenviable
attribute OF the Celt. Breton would understand,
and dread; but, as Tollemache put it, the fumes
of petrol seem to have banished such wraiths
from that outer world in which Mrs. Carmac
moved and had her being.
Even Yvonne's presence did not Danish the
phantom. Singuarly enough, she and her mother,
each weighed down by premonition of evil looked
more alike than ever and each interpreted the
others distress by the light Of her own disturbed
thoughts Yvonne, accustomed all her life to un-
fettered frankness took it that her mother va:
saddened by her prolonged absence.
"I'm sorry, dear could not reach you earlier"
she explained. my father came back from Con-
carneau this morning, and he looked overtaxed
and worried that resolved to take him for long
walk. He and / and Lorry-Mr. Tollemache, you
know-went miles and miles. That is cure
for the blues-an infallible recipe. We arrived
home rather late, but feeling much better"
Your face shows it, Yvonne" was the answer;
though the quiet cynicsm softened by visit
full smile.
Honestly, we were lively as crickets during
the second half of tramp. But, where am
concerned, something that occurred during the
last few minutes undid all the good. Tell me.
dear, what sort of man is Mr.. Fosdyke?"
In the conditions few questions could have been
surprising. Her nephew's name was the last
Mrs. Carmac expected to hear on Yvonne's lips,
since the girl seldom alluded to him and had
shown by her manner that the handsome Rupert
made slight appeal if any.
"Why do you ask" she said
"You have heard me speak Of Madeleine Demo
ret, village girl, one of my greatest friends?"
"Yes"
well, Mr.. Fosdyke has made her acquaintance
through me, as it happens-and now he is meet
ing her constantly. They together at this
moment"
isn't that what rather expects in village
girls" Mrs. Carmac, borne down by her own ills,
could spare scant sympathy for any Eighty maiden
who had fallen victim to the destinations Of her
good-looking relative.
at may be so elsewhere, but not in Brittany"
persisted Yvonne, who keen-witted enough to
understand how differently she and a woman OF
her mothers world might view Medicines folly
Here such behavior is unforgivable girl may
not walk out with the man to whom she is en-
gagged, far less with stranger. Il hardly know
how to act. You cannot imagine how completely
her friends and neghbors will condemn DOOR
Madeleine If it is spread abroad that she was seen
in Mr.. Fosdyke's company. As for Peridot, if he
knew, he would kill himl'
Kill Rupert"
"Yes"
"Peridot may find consolation elsewhere"
Yvonne WINGED; but she had a purpose in mind
and persevered bravely. "Oh, please don't saw
such things!" she said. 81 want you, dear. to try
and look at this affair through my eyes. know
my BretOns, and Madeleine must be saved in spite