Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-08-01

of our wealth. There is nothing I
would not do to hurt them and their
vile cause. I hate them" She fair
ly yelled the word "hate" and spat on
the floor for emphasis. "What can
we do? The old one has gone to the
market with the boys. They will be
back for breakfast. Now tell me-"
"First give me cup of coffee"
She shrugged her shoulders. Mon
sieur David is an optimist. We have
had no coffee in months. Hot milk,
if you like. 1t is very warming II
you pour in a glass of Calvados."
"Thank you. Here is what l want,
Anne. First we must have four suits
of the oldest fishing clothes you can
find"
"C'est facile.'
Good! Then 1 want Yves to take
US in his funny ship to point as near
to the English coast as possible. We
will tow smaller boat and row the
rest of the distance. A Breton funny
ship sailing in British waters might
attract attention and 1 do not want
him separated from you"
The old woman thought this over
carefully before answering. "C'est
pas facile. But wait until my hus-
band returns. He will know more
about that than 1. Meanwhile, I'll
get you out of that Nazi uniform
that 1 hate so much. The old one
would probably break his stick over
your head if ne came in and found
you like that" She hurried off and
was soon back bearing a faded and
patched pink blouse and trousers to
match. Also a pair of wooden shoes.
"You will have to go bareheaded,"
she said. II find no caps"
Hutch changed while she went to
find more clothes for his friends. In
the fishing outfit he felt better and
went over to look at his image in a
broken piece of mirror nailed to the
wall. What he saw amused him, and
pleased him. This was how he had
dressed when fishing with Yves. The
dirty face, light growth of beard, and
tousled hair gave him the appearance
of being real. No German would ever
take him for an officer in the R. A. F.
Of that he was certain.
While he was gazing at himself
the father, followed by his strapping
sixteen and seventeen-year old sons,
entered.
Monsieur Hutchinsonw The SIM
pie fishermen seemed overcome with
Joy as he rushed forward to shake
hands. "But what good wind brings
you here? 1t is splendid. 1t is mag
nificent. Mamma" he shouted
Bring us the bottle of Calvados. We
must drink to the good health Of Mon
sieur." He saw the bottle on the
table, fetched two glasses and filled
them. Monsieur Hutchinson, 1 hope
you will join me in drinking to the
days when France will once again be
free. Vive la France!" They drained
their glasses. "Now tell me what
brings you here, mon ami? But first
let us sit down and fill our glasses
An empty glass is the sign of miser-
ly host. Therew
They sat on opposite sides of the
table and Hutch once more told his
story. He also said that he and his
friends wanted to get to England, Sc
as to continue fighting, as quickly
as possible, and laid his plans before
Yves.
at is not so difficult the old man
said. "There is but one thing that
we must avoid. You must not sail
away from the port with us. The
Germans ask for our papers every
time, and examine them carefully
They are robbing us Systematically
Monsieur Hutchinson. They are ban
dts"
Hutch pursued the subject of es-
cape. He knew that his friends were
waiting anxiously for his return, and
risked recapture until he brought
them a change of clothing. "How dc
you propose to get us aboard, and
when do you intend to sail?"
"To answer the last question first,
the old man began. 1--WE intended
to sail tomorrow night. However
everything is aboard except the ice
and that can be run into the hold ir
an hour; so I guess we had better
get you off. Well sail this afternoon
just me and the boys. For the Other
question, you know the little beach
Les Sables Blanc, about a kilometre
past the point?"
eyes"
E. l.