Rough-Hewn Dorothy Canfield 1 (Continued l'rom Yeatrrday.i SYNOPSIS. Neale Crittenden, 15 Tears old. In a typl * cal. red-blooded American boy living with nnrrntn In t'niuu llill. a small village ^ near New York City, lie has completed three years In preparatory school. Vaca tion time arrive* and. with hin mother gone to visit relatives, he and hi* father debate an to how Neale shall spend his ioration. In Prance Marine Alien, 11 years old. In living with her American parents In the home of Anna Etch ergary. a French woman. Marine's father is foreign agent for an American business firm. Old Jeanne Amigorena French peasant woman, is employed by the Aliens as a wryniit. Marine is deeply interested in the study of French and music. During vacation Neale becomes an omnivorous reader and spends much time ill his fa ther’* library. He rides a bicycle for recreation. One day he rides to Nut ley. a village some distance away, ami there runs across his old boyhood friend. Don Huberts, who is playing tennis with two girl friends, Polly and Natalie Underhill. Although Neale lias never played tennis, he accepts an invitation to join in the game. Vacation over, Neale returns to Hadley preparatory school and finishes liis last year. Karly the following autumn he passes the entrance examinations to Columbia uni\ersity. Pending the open ing of school he works at his grand fa* her'* sawmill. In France Mnrise is pre paring to enter a musical contest. Her mother, glancing over the local French paper, seet a name that attracts her at tention. Mme. Qaruler's son back from his two-year stay in New York, where he had been studying American business methods. . . . Flora Allen looked up quickly at her pretty blonde smiling reflection in the mirror, turning her head to get the three-quarter view which was her favorite. So he was back, was he? flo he was back. His dear mama must have decided that he was now old enough to protect himself from the golden-haired American ladies. So he was coming back to perch on the front edge of his chair and look vol umes out of those great soft eyes of his that were so shy and yet could be so expressive. Ho was coming back to be s») nervous and moved that his shaking finers could not hold his tea cup, and yet so persistent that he came week after week when she was at home to Visitors; so timid that he hadn't a word to say for himself, but so bold that he often spent the entire evening, romantically sitting on the bench across the way, staring up at her windows. He was coming back after his exile in America, was he? And two years older. Well, we would see what we would see. And in the meantime Father Elle could wait. She had a singular little smile on her lips, as she turned from this item to a card from Horace, saying that business would keep him longer in Bordeaux than he had thought and he would not be back till a week from Saturday. She tossed this card with the letters on the table, and began to turn over the canary-colored books scattered on her desk. No, the volume was not there. She must have put it back long ago in the bookcase. She ran her finger along the titles on a shelf near her, found It, pulled It out. With it in her hand she sapk down on the chaise-longue. But before she began to read, she sat for a moment, her ftps curved, remembering what was in it, and remembering how more than two years ago she had looked up from it to see Jean-Plerre Gamier for the first time. Yes . . . She Opened the book, fluttered the pages, read a little here and there; and then, as if slowly drawn by an undertow, sank Into the book, with a long breath. After a time Jeanne let herself In, stood for an Instant In the dobr, de spising her mistress, and passed on to Marise's room. But the novel-reader heard nothing, drowned deep in the book, rending very slowly, her eyes dwelling long on every word. I wakened, thinking I heard my name railed, slipped out of bed and went to the. window. The moon poured liquid silver upon the garden, and there in the midst of it stood Urbain, slim and young as a lady’s page, his soft eyes glittering like jewels. With a bound he leaped up toward me. And found a foothold on the rough stones of the old wall, so that he stood beside me with only the low window-sill between us. He took my hand In his. He was trembling like a leaf. He looked at me imploringly. “ 'Go! Go! Urbain!' 1 whispered, try ing to steel my heart against his youth and ardor, ‘Go, I am like an old woman to thee, a mere child.’ His answer was to put one trembling arm around my bare shoulders and gently lay his velvet cheek upon my breast. 1 felt myself melting, melting in a delicious languor. After all, why not? Where would the d mine, drew me down to his lips . . . his young, tirril lips . . . sweet as the petals of a rcsje . . . perfumed with youth. I closed my eyes. . ." The only break in the intense im mobility of the reader was that oc casionally she moistened her lips with her tongue, and once in a while she drew a long, sighing breath. CHAPTER XVII. "There!" said Madame Gamier, scanning the chair filled assembly room from the back, “up there In the second row there are three seats. We can take two and hold one and per haps after Danielle has played, she can come and sit by us.” They were itV plenty of time, long before the contest began, so that she gave herself the pleasure of walking slowly down the aisle, stopping wliere ever she saw a familiar face to ex change greetings and to say proudly, "Yes, Jean-Pierre is returned from America. Looking very well, isn’t he? Yes, that's the style in America, neither heard nor mustache. But I think after a while he'll let his mustache grow again. I tell him he looks like a priest.” Her heart was rippling full with joy to feel Jeati-Plerro there beside her. ' NO DELIVERY ^EXPENSES/ /ncT CREDIT COSTS ■\_ /* NO WONDER . you can buy for less at ■ FREE TICKETS TO LAKEVIEW PARK , i Buy anything you need at Piggly Wiggly’s numerous stores for less money anytime, but remember for the next few days you will receive a complimentary ticket for your outing free. 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She remembered what It had been, the rosy translucent flesh of her first baby, then the little thin, white arm of his long ailing boyhood—how she had fought with Ill-health to keep him —all those years, never an Instant’s relaxation of her rare, her prayers, her piercing anxiety! Oh, well, It was all over now. There he sat, a splendid young man, still a little delicate, but sound and well. Her reward had come. t She continued to gaze at a certain spot in the curtain, her face framed in her heavy velvet hat, composed in decorous vacancy. Bestfle her Jean-Pierre also fixed his eyes on a certain spot in the curtain, and composed his face to quiet. But he was afraid of the silence. He wish ed his mother had gone on chatting, or that they had sat down near ac quaintances with whom he would have been forced to talk. Then he would not have been so conscious or the dryness of his moutn, of the roaring kof hts pulse In hi* ears. He stared hard at the rurtain, trying to Interest his eyes in the design of the tapestry. Rut they could see nothing but wh.-ft they had seen for two years, liquid 'dark eyes looking straight into his heart, his poor heart that he could not hide from them; dark eyes that seemed to be looking wistfully for something they did not find, some thing that he knew lie could give, something that he longed to give with such an abandon of desire that he felt now, an so many times before, the sweat start out on bis rorebead. "It must soon begin," said his mother anxiously, leaning towards him. evidently fearing that the delay might bore him He smiled at her reassuringly. Dear Maman! How she did spoil him! How he had missed her, missed his home, those two years in America. He thought of the boardinghouse on Fifty-ninth street»nvlth a qualm. How good it was to get back to a real home. But there were fine things In Amer ica, too, even if they did not know how to create real homes, even if the men did not know to love their mothers, or cherish their wives. He had learned a great deal there, a great deal even beyond the revelation of new business methods. What he had learned commercially was enorm ous! He faced his future here In France, sure of success. But he had taken In other things too—he was thankful that he had been to Manse s native country and hud learned something about the attitude towards women there—not that he would ever, ever treat Marise as American wives were treated, with that rough-and-ready, cowboy lack of ceremony, nor would he ever neglect her, leave her out of his life, as Amer ican husbands did. He would know how to combine l he American honeyy and sincerity with what no American ever felt or showed, with what no AmeVican woman ever experienced— tenderness, cherishing tenderness. 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