as
damp with the dew, they walked back to the house of Mother Maillet and
little Rosemarie murmured her bit of a prayer and was tucked in bed.

"I hope that some day I may go to Tadousac," said Farr to the girl,
before he passed out of the good woman's house. "I would like to see the
sunset, for you have praised it."

"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. "Now and then in the thirty year I have
been visit up there in Tadousac, and I sit those day and whittle for
the children and then little Zelie trot on my knee with the others. So I
know the story of those place. 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. And the children up there do
what the father tell--because that is what the cure preach and it is the
way of the habitants."

"The old, old story--the Montagues and the Capulets on the banks of the
river of the North."

"I think I know something what you mean, m'sieu', though I don't know
your friend you speak about. But if he say to his son, 'Ba gar, you
don't marry no girl what I don't like her fadder because we have
hosswhip one anodder t'ree or two time when we have fuss over line
fence--or crowd our wagon when we go to market'--why, then that's your
friend. And it start from there and grow into big thing, so that all
the cure can say it don't make no friend of them. So they wait--Jean and
Zelie! Ah yes, they wait!" He put his finger beside his nose and winked.
"They love. They get marry some nice day. But now!" He flirted his gaunt
fingers. "They say nottings. I maself say nottings. But I see some very
queer look in Jean Leroux's eye when he say to me as I meet him at the
gate of his fadder's farm, 'And how carries Zelie Dionne herself these
days?' And though he look high over the tree and chew the straw and look
very careless, ah, I see the