Show C 0 CK 00 0 0 00 00 6 T h 3 ell of 9 st vi maurin aurin 0 1 6 o c o o cc ak c c 0 11 A splash or of yellow uga fell front from tile the doorway of tio the cafe of 8 mauran into the still tie diar darkness essai of the little littie quay q lay where a couple of fliche dickering r I 1 r lamps orly only served to make the loom more dioio profound rio found alie moo moon 66 lad had not risen arid and tho the palo pale of the stars showed tho long jong eloi oll of an oily sea against the wall all of the quay lay a tiny tin sj Illing yacht farther out midway midday between tho the horns of 0 tho the harbor a fishing loat boat with widespread sails falls that seemed hardly to catch tho the faint everild over evening ild air drifted like tk isi shadow through the night in ili tho the cafe halt half it a bozon men fisheri of this little port loi ined my over oer their glasses old tile innkeeper drowsed aa usual in his its 6 en r ner chair jean modello Mod eclo lih ills grandson rat eat with si it torn riot across ills his knee find and ills blick black head bont b nt tho the rest reit slipped their chai coatse 1 io adno iro and I 1 1 I 1 I talked to a each ich other of 0 tho the weather or 01 the pro of a good catch suddenly jean Al Mn deato odesto looking up lip aiom fl oin tho the tear lit in tho the not net made rna le with his hand tho the sign of tho the cross tho the others looked at him film with curious I 1 talf halt frightened eyes ile ho was staring through hirough the open d doorway orn ay at the se sea a thero was at an instant of heavy silence the glassed ceased to clial anti and only old antoine snored softly in ills his corner ner jean modestas Modest cs eyes eos foil fall again to 11 ills s ret t tile tho fisher Il slier lie said in a low tone of epla esplan Gatlon atlon kry every one c except the sleeping innkeeper turned at once to thu door between tho the horns of tho the bay tile tho oro one vide aall was vas driving lazily nearer again there was ellerno in the care an odd unwholesome stillness heavy with ill omen anti and expectation ot of evil to como presently bis big julos jules bontemp Bon took a 11 dra draught tight of his and set tie cie glass glas down don on the table at which he sat for my part lie he said 1 I dont don t believe in this fisher there every sail you see roar rear S G mauran its the fame ihirg with you all tho fisher im m a strander sti str anger anEer 1 I thank tha byod god theres abores no eisber in thoai pAt of ual 1 wirt nice no now naw will any 0 6 tell me my ci lends friends who ho this fisher of yours you s Is and what ho he socks seeks the question was addressed koner goner I 1 illy ally to tile tho whole company present but nobody ar instead they all looked 1001 cd nt at jean modesto ai as lie ho bent over ills hla net who lie ho is he saoko meditatively ali ah for that no one can to tell ill you what lie ho seeks another matter they do say ile ho broke off and glanced again through the open door tho the black sail was drifting very slowly toward tile the land well what do thoy they say bontemps asked impatiently tho the young nian mau turned again to hla his not they say lie he answered in the samo same low unwilling tone that ho he fishes for the souls of men bontemps Don Bon tomps stared stai cd for a second then lie he tiling flung back his rought blick black head with ith it A great laugh the souls of 0 men ali ah my faith ra alv 11 1 A x V oat 11 i wr 5 A f the fi sherl he sid said in alavi a low tone good aro are you christians christiana then in this harbor hiu bor of S maurin As good as any in the port of nice jean modesto modeste replied with ft a touch ton ch of cf heat I 1 bontempi Bon tempa laughed again no my friend but com colli its absurd you linow Ws ilg that what it is tills this fisher ot ol yours jean modesto cut through his speech and lifted a finger from his not net to point through tle the door there lie he said is tho the fisher er laughin laugh Laug hIt li you ou please Bonten tv ps ans latt ll tt t alie shadowy sa call halt h ail raft 1 I vv i y ni antar ar asala in tell foll upon tho attle group drouen brolie rt only by tho the ald old mans heavy hea breathing rough laugh if you ion pl please easel jean mo alm donto said again none lone of uj iu here will laugh with you what if we ve cannot tell KU who the aishor Is we know ills dvork vi ork well veil enough did lionet follow ray my br boat tho marlo marle the last voyage ever site sho took never a man camo came back to tell tile tho talo but bit the fisher sailed behind them out of S mauran day that eisaw I 1 saw with these eyes yes Ec Dor stomps tomps did cita rot cot answer A kind of hail had fallen upon uio tile rest joan jean 1 Moil 14 odesto osto tile net across hisk neo and apolio orce more you ask what the tha fisher seeks he be sold well in tho the port ct cf nice ho he nifty may have other busi for borwhat what I 1 krow but here whon when ho he sails in the bay lie seeks a matts mans soul emil again there theio was 91 silence lence through tuo tue doorway the could see BOO tho black stcl shadow dow of the fall ail almost touching tho the quay tho the strange fishing boat waa viry very near tho the tall mast scorned to touch tho stars tho the sails were like ilka tho the of an immense lat bat stretched between them and tho tha little ot tints cloar clear night sky in tho cato no ono one moved or brom breathed thed joan jean modestes Modeste 8 hands lay idle an on haa hi test feet Don Boni omps eat motionless ti gitil ills his fengers stretched out to tako take ul ui ills hla glass of wire for boma reason leason lie ho did not lot take it ills eyes too aioo were wc ra fixed upon V II 11 I 1 ail jk R i IV I 1 W the fl fisher iler lad had not fished I 1 in V vain ill tho the still sail hari hanging ging ab above ve the quay then silently as it had come the boat heeled over and tacked a sea ivard A light windi caught the huge e sail and swept it before it cut into tho the bay tho the still dark floating thins thing bacanis in a moment alive buoyant incredibly light ard swift a white flicker of foam toro tore at her bows bos as ani sho she headed for tho sea tho the men in the cafe watched with a deep unacknowledged sense of relief still for a while no BO one spoke tho the little grimy ill smelling place was ex silent it seemed ha as though something within its ita walls walla had ceased it held the emptiness of a room in which it a piece of in had just run down bontemps was tho the first to speak well there he said drawing a quick breath your fishers gono gone iia knows how to sail hla his ship glimp ill say that for him whoever lie he is but what did he seek beck oh oft what lisa fish was ho he lifter after your fisher of souls no ono one answered and Bon bontemps tomps chuckled a little quietly jean modesto gathered ills his not net upon his arra am find and roso rose to all al his height as he turned from tho the open floor door then sud suddenly derly lie ho stood rigid and the slipped and tell fell at ills his feet fee in a brown bargle tho the others nervous with the ro reaction action after tho the ten slon eton of that moment when the shadow c of the black sail lay across the tha quay followell followed tile tho direction of his startled look there was vas n quick movement of horror of surprise alq with the shuffling of rough sea aca boot upon tho the bare floor tile the lean aluf shifted seamen roso rose to their feet for old An antoinet gray head had fallen forward on his breast his hoarse breathing was still he sat dead lit in his corner chair with an un wine beside himl him I 1 without 1 in tho clear cle ar bit blue lo 10 night a dark sailed boat beat went racing to tho the sea the fisher had bad riot not fished in vain black and white |