The Argosy, March 27, 1920 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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: 184 THE ARGOSY. were late to-night. Gosh! thinks I, none of the folkses will ’a’ waited. I don’t know how it happened, neither, fur my watch said one mimute of eleven when I crossed the street,” “ What do you mean?” said Robin sharp- ly. “You were on time all right, Scarlett.” She lifted her arm, and beneath the light of a street lamp bent to see the dial of her wrist-watch. “It is only two minutes past the hour now, and you promised to wait until five minutes past, you remember that?” “Sure; but that clock back there said seven minutes after.’ There are impressions that’ are more vivid than any words. They crowd on the consciousness faster than explanations. Robin needed no further words, She tugged at Scarlett’s arm. “Just a minute,” she said, “let’s go back and make sure. It may be important.” $ (To be continued NEXT WEEK.) ing to kill you!” Etienne Dubois held out trembling hands to the girl—hands that trembled as his whole body trem- bled beneath its earth-stained shirt. and woolen trousers of a quarry workman. “Better to marry any man rather than Jacques Bolduc, who is as hard as a steel drill and as pitiless!” The lips of Jeanne Patry moved, but he could not hear the ghosts of words that came. Looking into her widened eyes he knew that a fear as great as his own pos- sessed her; he read it there in the gray depths out of which had welled so many smiles for him, so many smiles that had spoken love even before the words had been said by her lips. They stood together in the shelter of some trees on the plateau that overlooks the little village of Visitation. Below them the blue and silver St. Lawrence went out to sea and above, in the distance, the misty Lau- “Jie My Jeanne! They are try- rentians were banked against the sky. A few stolen, dangerous moments at the end of his day’s work was all that Dubois had of Jeanne, now that her family looked coldly upon him; and this meeting had brought the news that a marriage was planned between her and the quarry boss, Jacques Bolduc, She took the shaking hands held out to her, swayed toward him a moment, and then held herself erect. Something of determina- tion struggled with the fear that had nearly mastered her, “TI will do all that I have strength to do,” she said, “ but they bear me down— they are all-against me. He has money, he will own a quarry, they say, and—” “Mon Dieu!” interrupted Etienne. “ They count love nothing! Because I am a workman they commit this sacrilege!” Jeanne broke away from the grasp of his tight fingers and covered her face. He tried to take her in his arms but she held him off gently, with a palm against his breast. comic Oolkxs.COnly t ix