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They examined many places, pleasant and unpleasant. Finally Lewis settled on a great, bare, loft-like room within a few minutes' walk of the flat. "This will do," he said. "Why?" asked Leighton. "Space," said Lewis. "Le Brux taught me that. One must have space to see big." While they were still busy fitting up the atelier a note came to Lewis from Lady Derl.
They struck out for the sea, but not by the long road that Lewis and the stranger had followed. There was a nearer Northern port. Toward it they set their faces, Consolation Cottage their goal. Three weeks to a day from the time he had left Lewis in Paris, as Nelton was serving him with breakfast, Leighton received a telegram that gave him no inconsiderable shock. The telegram was from Le Brux.
Lewis, with his back to them, was working feverishly at the wet clay piled on a board laid across the backs of two chairs. On Lewis's little bed lay Cellette, front down, her chin in her hand, and reading a book. "Holy name of ten thousand pigs!" murmured Le Brux. Lewis turned. "Why, Dad!" he cried, "I am glad to see you!"
"Come at once," it said; "your son has killed me." Leighton steadied himself with the thought that Le Brux was still alive enough to wire before he said: "Nelton, I'm off for Paris at once. You have half an hour to pack and get me to Charing Cross." Nine hours later he was taking the stairs at Le Brux's two steps at a time. As he approached the atelier, he heard sighing groans.
But you don't. In years Cellette is very young long after your time. Well, she turned those eyes around, looked the boy over, and said" 'Let the babe feel. Then she went back to her book. "I waved the boy to her, gravely, with a working of my fingers that was as plain as French. It said, 'The lady says you may feel. The boy steps forward, and I pretend to go on with my work." Le Brux stopped.
He helped Leighton to half of its contents and himself to the rest. "Have patience, my old one," cried Leighton, "the boy may have an uneducated palate, but he is none the less possessed of a sublobular void that demands filling at stated intervals." "Bah!" cried Le Brux, "order him a dish of tripe with onions and vin ordinaire. But he'll have to sit at another table."
She'll follow sure, and we'll never hear the last of it. Then the thought came to me that he was the son of my friend. I lifted up the end of the throne. He shot under it. I let it down quickly. I sat upon it. I laughed I " Le Brux stopped and stared. Leighton, his feet outstretched, his head thrown back, his arms hanging limp, was laughing as he had never laughed before.
"No," said Leighton, "that won't do. We'll let him sit here and watch us and when they come, we'll give him all the sweets and we'll watch him." "Agreed," said Le Brux.
As quick as a cat, Le Brux reached out for the pail and dashed its remaining contents in Leighton's face. "I cannot bear an obligation," he said grimly as Leighton spluttered and choked. "Thou savedst my life; I save thine. How is it you say in English? 'One good turn deserves another!" "Matre," said Leighton, drying his face and then his eyes, "where is the boy now?
The Pragers had been indulging in a feud with the Brüxers, and had taken a bad beating on one occasion. The former prepared a surprise attack and marched on Brüx hoping to take it by a midnight assault. St.
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