The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1922-12-02
Page Monsieur
De Fargo
BY lila MARCELLA KING


Homer Hume had met Yvette when
he was returning home utter IL
months overseas. Being a war worker
for the Y. NJ. c. A.. she happened to
be at the pier In New York when the
ship bearing home some of the boys
who were fortunate enough to be re-
turning pulled In.
Yvette had arrived In this country
month before the European war
broke out. Few women in the COM
munity tolerated her, for they be-
! lieved her place in France. helping
her cOuntrymen with their problems
OF war. There were still others who
thought she had been exiled because
Of some crime. There was nothing
too wrong for them to think Of her.
A battle was raging, as usual, In
No. II. dwelling place Of Homer and
Bernard Durand.
If l had thought you were going
to be such fool, I'd never have in
troduced you to her."
"Now, listen here, Homer, IL you
think l am going to argue with you.
you're badly mistaken, cause I've got
something else to do"
well, I'm not going to argue with
you, either, so don't get all excited
but l tell you she's going to the dance
with me. Homer Stanley Hume, get
me?'
Twill she? Well, I'm from Mis-.
souri,! Do you suppose she'd turn me
down to go with you, when l asked
her first? Do you suppose she'd turn
me down for you? Even If you have
known her longer than l have"
THAT'S all right; she feels different
toward me. You-you see-Tm going
to marry her-that is-if-if she'll
have me-"
'Ha! Ha! II she'll have you. is
right"
Say, you, If you didn't wear glasses
I'd trounce you right here!"
Something indeed serious might
have happened then IL someone had
not knocked on the door. There was
note for each. The envelopes were
Of the same dainty size. and pink, and
addressed In the same handwriting.
Each boy tore open his letter imme-
diately. A sigh Of disappointment
escaped the lips Of Homer, and a
"darnit" from Bernard. Neither would
give the other any Information as to
what his note contained; each new 1t
was from the same person.
About seven o'clock of the evening
Of the class dance Bernard entered
the room to find Homer sitting by the
window, evidently very much interest
ed in Virgil.
Aren't you going to the dance. Ho.
merY asked Bernard, in cry
troubled voice.
"No, I'm not going tonight. Profess
sor Carnes Is giving US an exam. on
Virgil first class tomorrow. I've got
to study"
Mighty poor excuse. Homer. bet
Yvette wouldn't 60"
"WelI, all right then, she wouldn't
but I don't see you getting re.dy to
take her. She refused you. too. didn't
she?"
Its none Of your business whether
she did or not. and II you weren't q
firm friend Of mine. I wouldn't tell
you that much!''
During the course Of the evening
neither left the room, but studied dill
igently and retired early.
The next morning Homer cut his
very important "chem" class and went
riding with Yvette. It was a crisp.
sunny morning in November, and with
the only "her" riding beside him, HO-
mer felt as though he could conquer
the world. She glanced bewitchingly
Mt him, her eyes full Of mischief. her
white teeth cleaning, and, touching
her horse with her whip, she leaped
forward and gave the Junior member
OF the Hume family a merry chase
for half an hour. AS he caught up to
her they stopped their horses for
breath, and, leaning across, he put his
hand over her small gloved ones.
"Yvette, dear, IL wanted to tell
you ever since I've known you that
EI-love you. and want you to be
my wife!"
She placed her tiny gloved hand
across his mouth and hushed him. He
prasped her hand and placed 1t to his
lips and kissed It tenderly. again and
again.
Don't, please don't, Homer. You
can't imagine how fond l am Of you.
hut can never, never marry you.
You know there L: a lot of scandal
about me and"
"Yvette, please don't speak about
that. You must know that don't be-
lieve one word Of It."
"No; somehow know you don't,
but you must admit that l am some
what Of a mystery. Well. I'll tell you.
There Is a certain reason why am
in America. l can't tell you why just
vet, but l will some day. and maybe
very soon. Now let's ride; he morn
ing is too wonderful to waste"