Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1917-08-30

and his fingers itching for the ppm
ell. The most exacting and B,e
witching Of all professions VIA.
clamoring for him again.
Having disposed of the rolls ahc
coffee, he rose reluctantly, stepped
out upon the beach, and filled aAlC
lighted his pipe-with a grimalct
at the first puff, for French TO
bacco is the worst in the world
outside Of Germany. Before him
lay the mighty breakwater which
guards the harbor. with it's light
house i'll the middle and it's fort(a
either end, while to his left wAre
the gre; naval basins, hewn from
the solid rock. To the right, Ne.
low the high sea wall, the narrbW
beach stretched away, empty aind
un~inviting.
Dan felt depressed. Cherbol{rg
evidently was not an exciting
place. He had never seen IAN
uglier beach, but, after a momeht's
hesitation, he started off alona it,
Perhaps, farther on, it might i'm
prove.
The tide was going out, AM lin
the little basins in the sand mil tie
crabs and strange sea midI9.ts
scuttled about panic strickenj at
finding themselves maroonkd
here and there a stranded jelly
fish glowed like an iridescent soap
bubble, and, farther out, an ugly
mud flat began to be revealed by
the retreating water. Some dis
lance ahead, a ridge Of tumbled
rocks ran from the sea wall down
into the water, and, as heNdrew
nearer, he saw that on one of the
rocks a girl was sitting.
He glanced at her as he passed,
and would have liked to glance
again, for he had never met more
arresting eyes, but he was going
on with face rigidly to the front,
when her voice startled him.
pardon, monsieur" she said.
1t vas a contralto voice, of a quail
ity that made his pulses leap.
He stopped short and turned
toward her, i%ncredulous that it
could be he to whom she had spok-
en-. But there was no one else in
sight; and then he saw that her
hands were gripped tightly in her
lap and that her lips were CULVER
ing.
us something wrong?'' he
asked, and took a step toward her.
is there anything | can dog"
"Oh!" she cried, her face light
ing, and a wave of color sweeping
into her checks. "Then you are an
Americana
Eyes thank God!''
$50 say II" she echoed. "For
myself, mean. | also am an Amer
lean. We win speak English,
then
Il should much prefer it, he
smiled. My French is wholly
academic-and covered with moss,
at that. 1t doesn't even enable me
to get my eggs turned!!"
She looked at him, the color
deepening in her cheeks. Dan,
looking back, decided that he had
never see such eyes; he could
scarcely believe that she was an
American. She did not look in the
least like one. But she was speak
ing rapidly.
am in trouble, she said, las
the result of my own c~arelessness
| was crossing these rocks, with.
out watching sufficiently where
was going, and my foot slipped
See,o and she swept aside he,
skirts. II cannot get it out"
Dan was on his knees in an In.
slant.
lis it hurt?" he asked.
Il think not; or at most only 3
little strained. But it is wedgeG
between these big rocks, and j
cannot move it."
, Dan touched the foot, and founc
that it was, indeed, wedged fast
Then he examined the rocks, ane
finally, bending above the smaller
!, one, placed his arms firmly abou,
it, braced his feet and lifted. i
J would have been worth while tt
] have seen the play Of his back ant
, shoulder muscles as the strail
frightened, but it was over in a mo
/, ment. For the rock rose slowly
. slowly, and the foot was free. Fl,
] let the rock drop softly back
stood up and brushed the sane
! from his sleeves. The girl ben
and rubbed her ankle.
lis it all right he asked.
HI think so, and she took al
/ experimental stop or two. eyes
. not. even sprained. That Re
rtminded me Of POrthos. Y she addad