ten years ago; my wife drink and go wrong, and I get divorce, I am free like the wind.'
"‘You are not free,' the Curé say quick. 'Once married, married till death. The Church cannot marry you again, and I command Louison to give you up.'
"P'tite Louison stand like stone. M'sieu' turn to her. 'What shall it be, Louison?' he say. 'You will come with me?'
"‘Kiss me, Charles,' she say, 'and tell me good-by till—till you are free.'
"He look like a madman. 'Kiss me once, Charles,' she say, 'and let me go.'
"And he come to her and kiss her on the lips once, and he say: 'Louison, come with me. I will never give you up.'
"She draw back to Florian. 'Good-by, Charles!' she say. 'I will wait as long as you will. Mother of God! how hard it is to do right!' she say, and then he turn and leave the room.
"M'sieu' Hadrian, he give a long sigh. 'It was my one chance,' he say. 'Now the devil take it all!' Then he nod and say to the Curé: 'We'll thrash this out at Judgment Day, M'sieu'. I'll meet you there—you and that other woman that spoiled me.'
"He turn to Florian and the rest of us, and shake hands, and say: 'Take care of Louison. Thank you. Good-by!' Then he start toward the door, but stumble, for he look sick. 'Give me a drink,' he say, and begin to cough a little—a queer sort of rattle. Florian give him big drink, and he toss it off—whiff! 'Thank you,' he say, and start again, and we see him walk away over the hill ver' slow—an' he never come back! But every year there come from New York a
