Evening star., 1915-03-07


81 swear it.
"Of course, NJ 'sieu', you understand that |
cannot silence the tongues of the whole town.
al don't care what anybody hears tomor-
row. Remember, if poor Madame Carmac
dies, no other person will have the slightest
interest in my whereabouts. If she lives,
and is able to travel, she will certainly en-
deavor to get away from Pont Aven as
speedily as possible. Peridot, it is Yvonne
am thinking Of, not of myself.
"NIonsieur, count on me absolutely
TOLLEMACHE came, chuckling "Sorry
YOU missed the skipper's homily, Inger-
soll," he said II laughed like hyena. |
hope the people in the cabin couldn't over
hear me- BY Jove! to tell you the truth,
didn't even remember that there was dead
man aboard"
"rhe best tragedies indulge in what is
called comic relief said 1ngersoll dryly.
"Give Yvonne hail, will youo l want
word with her.
Toemache stopped down to the hatch.
"Yvonne!" he said.
"Yes," came the girls voice.
Socrates wants you.
Socrates was title conferred on lngersoll
by his artist friends owing to his philosophic
habit of mind. Nothing disturbed him. they
vowed. Once, when the queer little steam
tram that jingles into and out of Pont Aven
four times daily was derailed, some alarm
was created by the fact that lngersoll,
though known to be a passenger, was miss
ing. When found he was perched on the side
of the overturned carriage in which he had
window he discovered that from this precise
locality and elevation he could obtain a
capital view of wayside chapel so he
sketched it without DELAY.
Yvonne appeared, her head and shoulders
dimlv visible in the frame of the hatch.
"What is it, Dad?" she inquired.
"Were in the river now, Dearest and
thought you might join us on deck. You
have done all that is possible I'm sure
II simply cannot desert that poor woman
until she shows some signs OF revival.
"Oh, is she still insensible?"
"Yes. If only l could get her to swallow
a little brandy!'
"Wel, she will be in the doctors hands
soon. Better leave matters to him.
"But one must try.
"Of course If you prefer remaining
"Father dear, what else can | do?" She
vanished again.
TNGERSOLL, having ascertained exactly
what he wished to know, sighed in sheer
relief, and turned to Tollemache. "Lorry,"
he Salu, nave you Il MY NlSal III So'ti
pocket? How stupid of mel You're soaked
through and through. Now quiet word
in your ear. Yvonnc and ! are going away
tomorrow for week or so.
"Going away-trom Pont Aven?'
Tollemache's voice executed a crescendo
of dismay; but Ingersoll only laughed, and,
for the first time since that disastrous reef
was left behind, his manner reverted to its
normal air of good-natured cynicism.
"Whv select two words from a sentence
and invest them with a significance they
don't possesso put in saving clause. A
week, or even two, can hardly be twisted
into lifetime.
"Does Yvonne know"
"No. have decided on the journey only
within the last ten minutes. We're taking a
little trip to Paris solely to avoid the gush
and sentiment that will flow in Pont Aven
during the next few days like a river in flood
Moreover, Lorry, if you're wise, you'll come
with us.
Tollemache little realized how truly spon-
taneous was his friends invitation. "D'ye
mean that, Ingersoll?" he said elatedly.
"Why not? Don't let any question of ex-
pense stop you. This outing will be my
Christmas treat.
Expense? Dash it all! I've money to
burn. Er-that is-enough, at any rate, to
afford jattnt to Paris. When do we start?"
"Soon after seven O'Clock By the way