Where Deep Seas Moan

Cartier made her usual futile remark that "one never knew what the girl would do next," and whined and canted about the matter for days together. Jean was very ang

than ever. As for Dominic, he told himself that he could not and would not give up the stolen meetings with Ellenor. They were far too exciting, for the girl was one to set a

han certain old purses locked up in their cottage homes. Each man toiled, not to save merely, but to keep a sum of money put by for those he cared for. If Perrin

shing, he met Ellenor in a shady lane. She had been milking and carried o

e said at once, "you look as wh

ghed mo

enough to make one look white! And far from being ill, I am muc

you talk to me. Shall we go up to Les Casquets

e by side she bega

e woman who was soon to be married, and it was being taken to the house of the bridegroom. Sure enough, it seems I was right, for tied to the cart behind was the cow the father of the bride would give! Then, close to the cart, on the side, there was a girl I knew. She was the nearest woman relation of Blaisette Simon, and she was carrying a looking glass. I knew what all those things meant-a marriage soon

ly and turned her

dding, that the bride will be Blaisette Simon and the bridegroom will be Dominic Le Mierre. But

ke that! There might be some mistake. An

f before, Ellenor, for all Torteval has

for her, that I know. It's only her money he's after. She i

she is a very pretty girl. And how d

n me like this! Never mi

erre has been making a fool of you. All Torteval knows it. And there'

r! So you've spied on us,

her rudeness. His love was beyond and

u all this before. He's sure and certain to marry Blaisette. It's as good as if she was his wife now you've seen the car

tell you the amusing thing I've seen. And I tel

to say about the marriage. But I've a mind to

errin a look of wil

te you so! You would go to tell Blaiset

would wish to warn her that Dom

at last broken by E

w he's mixed up

hoot out from a cave not far off from me. In it were three or four black looking foreigners. They pushed their boat close under the cliffs and waited, full an hour. Then, by and bye, down came Le Mierre and another man with bundles of silk, or what looked like it ... and the fellow in

ike to be told! He'd only do his be

he constables of the parish know

herman, would be believed when you went to tell tales of

onging to deliver up Dominic to justice, in spite of the pricking of his conscience, which whispered to him that he was like

Perrin, have you so soon forgotten how the grandfather of Monsieur used to throw black powder on people if they offended him, and then they would be taken ill all of

ped short a

No, no, I can't meddle with him. His whole family has always been known to have dealings with the dev

ou like! As for me, I'm

ont Point, then she ran down a gently sloping grass valley till she got to the sea. She had an appointment with Dominic at Pezerie, the bottom of the valley which skirted the rocky coast.

ne in her heart, for Dominic came running down the valley and clasped her in his arms. With sobs and

ere was no thought of my marriage when I led the cart. I was just helping

st and most fascinating of moods, and Ellenor was in a heaven of joy, for his caresses and words had never before been so tende

m Orvillière. He brought an invitation to Jean Cartier and to his wife and daughter,

nly her face was grey as ashes; and her large eyes looked like those of a

th excitement. Hundreds of people were invited; and for days before the ceremony the water lanes and marshes were visited by bands of y

ed the bride and bridegroom walk down the aisle together, man and wife, arm in arm. She could have touched the bride, so close she stood to her as she passed; and Dominic's eyes fell upon her with a stony stare. For a maddening moment, Ellenor thought she would die. Then, her proud spirit re-asse

n Corbet, who, all unnoticed, had ke

from what she does on Sundays. And of course we know it's dreadful bad luck,

lit up Elleno

off to Orvillière-there's no

ked at her

going to put on a

like to know! This one is sil

e! Scarlet for a day like th

up her scarlet gown made of silk that Domini

st beef and mutton, plum pudding and gache à cor?nthe. Cider flowed liberally; and, after dinner, the guests were in fitting mood for the games that followed till tea-time. Then al

messieurs

beau l

mpany then sho

z-vous par le

z-vous par le

. Perrin Corbet, a sober man himself, looked on in disgust; and glanced at Blaisette to see how sh

and all the guests said that Ellenor Cartier was a