her; then, with one chill finger pointing at John, fell back
dully and heavily.

They buried him with many honours by the Society of Italia's
Sons. John took possession of the shop when they returned home,
and found the money hidden in the chimney corner.

As for Tony's wife, since she was not his wife after all, they
sent her forth in the world penniless, her worn fingers clutching
her bundle of clothes in nervous agitation, as though they
regretted the time lost from knitting.



THE FISHERMAN OF PASS CHRISTIAN

The swift breezes on the beach at Pass Christian meet and
conflict as though each strove for the mastery of the air. The
land-breeze blows down through the pines, resinous, fragrant,
cold, bringing breath-like memories of dim, dark woods shaded by
myriad pine-needles. The breeze from the Gulf is warm and soft
and languorous, blowing up from the south with its suggestion of
tropical warmth and passion. It is strong and masterful, and
tossed Annette's hair and whipped her skirts about her in bold
disregard for the proprieties.

Arm in arm with Philip, she was strolling slowly down the great
pier which extends from the Mexican Gulf Hotel into the waters of
the Sound. There was no moon to-night, but the sky glittered and
scintillated with myriad stars, brighter than you can ever see