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Ange, his Swiss servant, knocked at his door with a dozen pockethandkerchiefs, a bottle of eau-de-cologne, and some other properties of his metier. St. Ange could not wait until he had laid them down, but broke out with 'Oh, mi Lor! qu'est-il arrive? le pauvre capitaine! il est tue il se meurt he dies d'un coup de pistolet.
He did the wisest thing he could have done. He went down the hill and strode toward the Birkdale house. But he did not walk alone. Almost forgotten memories rose sharply and kept him company as he pushed on to meet his Fate. Womankind in St. Angé was monotonous.
Ange looked just in time to see the sable form of Colossus of Rhodes emerge from the vessel's hold, and the pastor of Smyrna and Bethesda seize him in his embrace. "O Colossus! you outlandish old nigger! Thank the Lord! Thank the Lord!" The little Creole almost wept.
But I did not hear what he said, and continued to call Jahel, the while Friar Ange, having risen from his seat under the elm-tree, came up to the carriage door, and offered to M. d'Anquetil pictures of Saint Roch, a prayer to be recited during the shoeing of a horse, another against fever, and asked him for charity with a mournful voice.
Tate looked at his wife in an almost frightened way. "You mean" he tried awkwardly to follow her confused words; "you mean a baby has been borned in our manger?" "Lord! Tate what are you thinking of? St. Angé may be wilder than Bethlehem in some ways, but there ain't never been no baby borned in my manger." "Then what in thunder do you mean?"
Angé by the end of the following day, particularly if he got a "lift," which was not impossible. Just then, for the morning was beginning to show through the gaunt trees, a bird-note sounded. Billy rose quickly there was no time to waste. Sometimes a bird sounded that warning when a storm was near. It would never do for him to face a storm so far from shelter. All that day Billy trudged on.
The latter joined a Union regiment, as a lieutenant, after New Orleans was retaken by the United States fleet under Farragut. I think that both Yallas and St. Ange have died in poverty since the war.
Id could not be the quitte, because my papa keep the bucket, an' forget to sen' the quitte to Father Pierre." Parson Jones was disappointed. "Well, now, Jools, you know, I don't think that was right. I reckon you must be a plum Catholic." M. St.-Ange shrugged. He would not deny his faith. "I am a Catholique, mais" brightening as he hoped to recommend himself anew "not a good one."
But I have never yet heard, John, what the reason was why you should come out of Beaulieu." "There were seven reasons," said John thoughtfully. "The first of them was that they threw me out." "Ma foi! camarade, to the devil with the other six! That is enough for me and for thee also. I can see that they are very wise and discreet folk at Beaulieu. Ah! mon ange, what have you in the pipkin?"
Evidently Joyce was expecting Gaston back; the statement as to her going to her husband was either false, or a subterfuge. With Ruth Dale's discomfort, too, was mingled a fear that Gaston might return and find her there. From Drew's description of Gaston she knew he was a person above the ordinary St. Angé type, and might naturally, and rightly, resent her visit.
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