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He had hurried in and had hurried away and had been curt and brusk and had not told her what was the trouble, so the woman reported. But the child had been sleeping. She was drowsy all that evening while Farr held her in his arms and Etienne sat near by with Zelie Dionne, ministering solicitously. "Her cheeks are not so hot," said the young man many times.
"The subject isn't a very genteel one, Miss Kilgour, but orders are orders, and you'll have to excuse me." And Mr. Briggs kept snapping the elastic band nervously while he dictated, carefully looking away from the young woman. In such manner Kate Kilgour learned of the existence of Zelie Dionne and of the child whom Walker Farr had protected; Mr.
I know the way to the shrine of La Bonne Sainte Anne I will go with the little Rosemarie and she shall sing and dance after that." For a moment the cynical smile of the skeptic etched itself at the corners of Farr's mouth the flash of the nature the young man had hidden during recent weeks. He turned to Zelie Dionne and found her regarding him with grave eyes.
"Ask for the house of Onesime Dionne, second beyond the big parish cross. It will be easy to find, and the sunset is very grand from the porch under the eaves." Farr went along with the old man and they walked slowly. Their way took them down narrow streets between the high tenements. "Yes, you shall find it very grand at Tadousac and M'sieu' Dionne is an honest man," declared Etienne.
There was only the one carriage it was sufficient to carry the friends of little Rosemarie: one Walker Farr and old Etienne and play-mamma Zelie Dionne. The rack-tender sat opposite Farr and nursed a bundle on his knees. He had wrapped it surreptitiously. The two men sent Zelie Dionne back to the city in the carriage.
Ah, well, my boy, some woman will know how to comfort you some day for all you have endured. Good night!" The young man knew that Zelie Dionne had been right in what she said; he did not require the added opinion of the state's most eminent lawyer. Colonel Symonds Dodd sat at his desk in the First National block and clutched helplessly at the dragging ends of events.
Dionne, in a biography of nearly three hundred pages, does indeed mention the names of his father and mother, but dismisses his first twenty years in twenty lines, which say little more than that he learned letters and religion from the parish priest and a love of the sea from his father.
"The good priest he marry them very soon and they will go home." "Yes, I will go, Etienne. I can say good-by there to you and to Miss Dionne." "So you go visit some place, eh, after your hard work? That will be very good for you, M'sieu' Farr. You shall come back much rest up and then you will show the poor folks how you will help them some more." "I shall not come back I am going away to stay."
And all the people up there don't care if I know, because I listen and am glad to know, and sometimes I can give advice, for I have live long on the States where great matters are happening. But Farmer Leroux would not listen to me when I advise about his good son Jean and Zelie Dionne. Farmer Leroux is a good man, but he is a hard man when his ugly mad get stir.
I make you acquaint. You shall see. She is a good girl!" Zelie Dionne rose and acknowledged the introduction with a French girl's pretty grace. A bit of a flush lighted the dusky pallor of her cheeks when Farr bent before her. The bow in her hair was cocked with true Gallic chic and her gown was crisply smart in its simplicity.
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