Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-02-11
CHAPTER V-(Coutinued)

lie LOOKED into her brimmin'
IL eyes and then turned away t
stare over the tops of the distant tree
which hedged Monarda clearing.
Il came home last night. l did no
know before. We do not hear o.
many things at the convent school.
thought my father was in honest
trade. I cannot stay there"
"But it is very bad for the young
girl to leave her father-to go off
here and there, where she don't
KNOW He wrinkled his brow and
surveyed her with compassion. "Ah
1t is not a good home for a young girl
in Monarda clearing. That is right.
But IL may not be good place for a
young girl IL she goes away to some
other home. I am an old man.
Nah'selle. 1 have been about much. /
have seen. / know"
'I cannot go back there. have
been taught to know what are the
wicked ways. M'ser. All my life l
have been taught All the truth is
deep in here." She patted her breast
with trembling hand. MY father
should have understood that when
girl has been brought up in the good
way she will hate wickedness. He will
not change from his wicked ways
"They have taught you the sober
minuet, and now he expects you to
come and dance the lively jig all at
once" remarked the old Canadian
fiddler sagely. You have been made
the very good girl-he made you that
by sending you to the convent school.
All, no! He cannot expect that you
will STAY in that home If he does not
make It better. He has some other
home, them" he asked, shrewdly.
"He says that I must marry the
man to whom he has promised me-a
man whom I saw breaking the laws
this morning!" The flush deepened
in her cheeks. The Indignation of out
ragged modesty famed in her eyes.
THAT man held me and threatened
me and breathed his liquor fumes in
my face and insulted me-and my
father did not protect me. So l VIII
not 20 back to that house!"
"Perhaps I know that bad MANI
he suggested, with rising infection.
"David Roi, who smuggles!" he said.
He darted at her such a sudden,
strange look that she started back.
His eyes narrowed. He opened his
mouth to speak and then snapped his
Jaws together. She waited, curiosity
sparkling in her eyes. But AnaXag-
ora. Billedeau, after once again
threatening with open mouth to speak
decided to hold his peace.
what do they teach young girls
at the convent school Of st. Basil?'
he asked, changing the subject SO
suddenly that the girl blinked at him
in bewilderment.
IAN the things a girl ought to
know. M'ser."
II think that is not So he cried,
mo. II is not so! For If a girl has
q husband promised to her and she
has not found out that he
He checked himself again.
IT will listen and be thankful for
what you tell me-" she entreated.
"we'n go on to that business you
spoke to me about-that favor" he
said. "That will be my own business y
"Where are you going, Mser Billie
deau?"
"Ah. here and there, where they may
want the fiddle to play" He had re-
covered his smile and his gallantry.
TT makes no difference to my old
horse and me, so long as we do not
hurry. For a door is always open,
whether it's there or here"
She came close to the dusty wheel.
nerving herself TO make her appeal.
lido not know any one. I have
no money. l shall have to tell you
that part first. M'ser. I gave my little
stock of money back to my father.
i want to go north to the big school
in Pere Leclair's parish-to the Yam
kAe school. Do you know it? 1t is
the new school and'I have been told
they need teachers there-teachers
who can speak the Acadian tongue"
II have heard about that new
school. 1t is said that the Yankees
have built IL there so that all the boys
and girls of the border may be trained
TO be Star Spangled Yankees" He
rrinned shrewdly at her.
sT want to go there, M'ser. Can
you take me there? I will pay you
out of my first earnings. ! will pay
well-all you may tell me to pay-for
/ know no one else to ask for such a
great favor"
At is many miles, Mam'selle. My
1tktle horse is old. He cannot travel
&erv fast-and here and there / must
atop to fiddle-for they will not let
ne pass"
II will not be INPATIENT will not
<roubie you. / do not know how &c
Il xet there unless / may go with you."
He fingered his nose. pondering.
"Yes, IL is a crooked way by the
efare-coaches," he admitted long
4 tourney and a stop here and there fol-
the night. / think 1t would be bao
Tor young girl who did not know
And I have no money to lend you for
thar Journey. Mamselle. do not need
money for myself, where all the folks
uf the countryside are so generous
&nd kind TO me. They take me in and