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"Up Peace River, after Pierre Poulette, fellow who killed Buckskin Jerry." Tom took in Beresford's lean body, a gauntness of the boyish face, hollows under the eyes that had not been there when first they had met. There had come to him whispers of the long trek into the frozen Lone Lands made by the officer and his Indian guide.

Monsieur was astonished. He had a Frenchman's eye for the beautiful, and certainly there the beautiful was. He had heard of Madame John's daughter, and had hoped once to see her, but did not but could this be she? They disappeared within the cathedral. A sudden pang of piety moved him; he followed. 'Tite Poulette was already kneeling in the aisle.

And now, stout heart, farewell; a word or two of friendly parting nothing more. "'Tite Poulette." The slender figure at the window turned and came to the bedside. "I believe I owe my life to you," he said. She looked down meekly, the color rising in her cheek. "I must arrange to be moved across the street tomorrow, on a litter." She did not stir or speak.

"Go away," said a trembling voice from above. "Madame John?" said he; but the window closed, and he heard a step, the same step on the stair. Step, step, every step one step deeper into his heart. 'Tite Poulette came to the closed door. "What will you?" said the voice within. "I I don't wish to see you. I wish to see Madame John." "I must pray Monsieur to go away.

fr. s. Riz de veau pique, a l'oseille ou a la chicoree 2 0 Riz de veau a la poulette 2 0 Fricandeau aux petits pois 1 5 Fricandeau a la chicoree 1 4 Fricandeau a la ravigotte 1 4 Fricandeau a l'oseille 1 4 Fricandeau a l'Espagnole 1 4 Cotelette de veau au jambon 1 4 Cotelette de veau aux petits pois 1 10 Cotelette de veau en papillotte 1 5 Cotelette de veau panee, sauce piquante 1 0 Cotelette de veau, sauce tomate 1 5 Blanquette de veau 1 0 Oreille de veau a la ravigotte 1 4 Oreille de veau farcie, frite 1 4 Oreille de veau frite ou en marinade 1 4 Cervelle de veau en matelote 1 4 Cervelle de veau a la puree 1 4 Tendons de veau panes, grilles, sauce piquante 1 4 Tendons de veau a la poulette 1 4 Tendons de veauen macedoine 1 5 Tendons de veau aux petits pois 1 5

"God made us, Maman," she said with a gentle, but stately smile. "Ha!" said the mother, her keen glance darting through her tears, "Sin made me, yes." "No," said 'Tite Poulette, "God made us. He made us Just as we are; not more white, not more black." "He made you, truly!" said Zalli. "You are so beautiful; I believe it well." She reached and drew the fair form to a kneeling posture.

The waiters reported that they objected to their breakfasts, and especially to the eggs. Eggs a la tripe, au gratin, a l'Aurore, a la Dauphine, a la Poulette, a la Tartare, a la Venitienne, a la Bordelaise, and so on, and so on. Still the two young gentlemen were not satisfied. The ex-Zouave, infuriated; wounded in his honor, disgraced as a professor, insisted on an explanation.

With the fatal caution which characterizes ignorance, she sold the property and placed the proceeds in a bank, which made haste to fail. She put on widow's weeds, and wore them still when 'Tite Poulette "had seventeen," as the frantic lads would say. How they did chatter over her. Quiet Kristian Koppig had never seen the like. He wrote to his mother, and told her so.

Madame John came to her own room, and, with a sigh, sank into a chair. Her eyes were wet. "Did you go to his office, dear mother?" asked 'Tite Poulette. "I could not," she answered, dropping her face in her hands. "Maman, he has seen me at the window!" "While I was gone?" cried the mother. "He passed on the other side of the street. He looked up purposely, and saw me."

"Ces dames," madame said, with a shrug which was meant for the coachman, and a smile which was her gift to us "these ladies wish to go to Mont St. Michel, to drive there. Have you your little victoria and Poulette?" Now, by the shrug madame had conveyed to the man and the assembled household generally, her own great scorn of us, and of our plans.

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