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

act? The moro | look at this affair the
more I'm convinced it's bogy that will
fall to bits at the first straight punch"
Certainly the enthusiastic advocate of
strong measures seemed to have hit on o
wholly impracticable. If Fosdyke had
only kept clear of that stupid intrigue
with Madeleine Demoret, a settlement by
consent might come we'll within the
bounds of reason.
For the first time in many days Inger-
soil saw CLEAN of light in choking fog.
He frightened perceptibly, and talked
with some of his wonted animation.
NEITHER man noticed how the time
was slipping by until Mere Pitou
summoned them to supper. Yvonne had
not arrived; so they assumed that she had
remained with Mrs. Carmac. About ten
O'Clock Ingersoll asked Tolemache to con-
vey message to Yvonne that she was
wanted at home.
Lorry obeyed cheerfully. He believed
he had Numbered on a means of discom-
fitting the rascally secretary, and, that
laudable object once attained, the path
was clear for his own love making.
Though his aims and hopes differed from
Harvey Raymond's as the open sea from
a slime-covered morass. he too made tho
mistake of imagining that money could
level all obstacles; which, if regarded as
an infallible maxim, is misleading alike
to the just and the unjust
Usually, when returning to the hotel
from the cottage, he took the short cut
by the footbridgc on which Yvonne had
encountered Madeleine and Fosdyke He
was aware, however, that the girl habitu-
ally used the slightly longer but more open
highway. So he turned into the Concar-
neau road, and was approaching the main
bridge when he saw two people sauntering
slowly toward the harbor, and appart ltly
engaged in close converse. They were
some distance away, and partly hidden j"
the deep shadow of fifteenth century
mill; but he could not be mistaken as to
Yvonne and Raymond, for no other girl
In Pont Aven carried herself with Yvonn
grace, and the misshapen little secretar,
was in a class apart.
Tollemache was aware of sudden
lessening of his exaltation. 1t was as
though when overheated by exertion he
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could give no valid reason why he shoulc
not quicken his pace and overtake Yvonne
with her fathers message Yet he hung
back, conscious of a sense of intrusion, vet
furious with himself on account of this
ineXplicable hesitancy.
Finally he compromised. Yvonne
would surely not take prolonged stroll
after ten o'clock at night. He would
walk little way up the old Concarneau
road and keep in the gloom of the ancient
houses clustered there until he saw her
making for the cottage. With growing
impotence, and prey to not a little
misgiving, he waited fully half an hour
A T last she appeared walking swiftly
and alone. And now his anxiety
yielded to establishment. Coming quietly
down the hill, and crossing the Place au
Beurre, he was just in time to see her
vanish into the obscurity of the Rue
Matthias. AT any rate, then, she was
heading for Mere Pitou's CHANGING to-
ward the harbor, he fancied he could make
out Raymond at the end of the short,
narrow street.
He did not think it necessary to Turk in
the background until Raymond passed,
hit went tn tho hotel and cto,j ~, TIM