New-York tribune., 1922-11-26

bLNi i1iS.@H was getV1ng ready, as il.
II did each day, TO go and give H.
A sons in the Pare Monceau ot,atsss
when she received dispatch &C.
contents she guessed in advance: ''s
aMadsmeiselleJDon't take the sronble 10 o..
expect you tomorrow at the usual hour. : sAa
MAEGUERIFE AND LUcys
Clernence tore up the sheet and threw ~.
the fireplace. She looked about her !. Z
shabby room, dark and cold, whose onlv = =
dow opened on court in which tbera 3.
scarcely any sunlight What was she .,;'s
to do with her day? Her life was pIannad ~
view to this work outside which pav. $.
something In the way of distraction n .ds
ton to bringing her livelihood. She ,st :.
early in the morning, took luncheon with !,
pupils and came back only toward sven;.a s.
little tired, tut satisfied at having .ooo..
plished her duty.
Why had Clemence chosen this dsf.ep. al
ungrateful profession? She could ssvs :.
mained at her home in the countrg and ,,...
her days there without worry. She was tb.rk
ing at this moment Of all that ske had -.
down there, in the big village, lying d u. 90.
Of the mountain, and cut in two By TIA .iysv
with it's placid current. She had grown .,
among people with simple manners n ths
house Of her father, who was q pottery Eoyk.
er. Her mother had died long ago and sbs ~
placed her as manager In the Household. Tbss
suddenly the ambition had come 70 her q sn-
large the circle Of her acquaintance She bsd
worked TO pass her examinations, and one au-
turnn evening she had left the village drszn
toward the glitter Of Paris
How was she going TO spend the dayi Ss
knew few people in the city and thoss shsu
she could have gone to see were worksfs iks
herself, tied to daily task. She felt hsrsss
alone, abandoned and forgotten. The rain
which was falling augmented her feeling q
isolation and seemed to draw an tmpene.rabs
curtain between her and the rest Of the world
She drew chair toward the window and BE-
gan 60 knit.
As she welded the needles she Thought d
the useful object on which her hands wess
working. This woolen piece was for her
father. This long scarf would wind about the
potter's neck and perhaps protect him against
some dangerous cold. The old man was easily
chilled. The wind often whistled keenly along
the base OF the mountains. Clemence inlag-
ined herself again in those far-of surround
lngs, and the illusion brought smile TO her
face. Yes, she would finish the scarf ta-ds7
and tomorrow she would send it. 8
Nevertheless, when the hour arrSvediaS /
luncheon she put down her knitting to 60 on
In this immense Paris she knew but sings
restaurant--a modest one in which she hsa
stopped the day she arrived in the capital Il
was alongside the railroad station. Sac went
there. She would be less lost there than any
where else and less separated from her natW
village, since she had only to cross the street
TO find herself in the great iron-beamed ball
from which the trains started for the city
nearest her home.
In the restaurant there was but one plsa
vacant, at q little table in the back Of ta
room. Scarcely had she taken her seat this
when, on lifting her eyes, she recognise
familiar face opposite her. And already .
friendly hand was stretched out toward hers
"Good-day, Madenoiselle Clemence. RealE
2t is an unexpected pleasure"
'You have corne to Paris, too?" she asked
"Oh, not for long! Paris doesn't suit M
There are too many people here. feel stiles
I have brought some merchandise for my "A
ployer, and, after having delivered it, viii 8
back tomorrow evening. But you-you hsH
completely forgotten the way home, haves'
your
She blushed. She was at the same ha'
happy and inwardly embarrassed This nA
honest fellow, with gentle glance, had f0f-
meriy been an admirer of hers. But she sss
already possessed with the desire to make
position for herself. She had pushed from sl
path this obscure suitor. To-day he seansa
her enveloped in sort of aureole.
'How is my father?" she asked ct dnse :.
"Only $3.50. He is getting old, and 9 W y
age 1t is not very pleasant to be left al ash''
She blushed again. -
81 have been making something foF aAa =
this morning" she said. "I shall soon nals1 7.
it. Would you be willing TO take it pasS VIZ
you?" !,
Certainly, if you want me &c" )" he ansss1sss
1ney were silent, cettain tEat a =
thought filled their minds. Their ganess s
longer met,
He raised his head and said in low W..
"Why not go back to him yourself a1sf's
no longer free 80 do as you pleaseg
Free! am only too free" she sad :
And presently, fearing to make any iais'''
revelations, she added:
$50 it is agreed? Tomorrow evening s.
He ors Sha M "A ffn~ra a< &ba s4ofior and viii Sl'