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conduct. <strong>The</strong> doct<strong>or</strong> gave good hopes <strong>of</strong> his recovery ; he had<br />
doubted certainly, in examining <strong>the</strong> wound, whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong><br />
young man could have inflicted it on himself, but he did not<br />
mention his suspicions.<br />
When Yves left <strong>the</strong> house, he did so like one in a dream.<br />
His hatred w .s gone but a ; dull, heavy weight was at his<br />
heart ; thought and feeling seemed alike dead in him he was<br />
;<br />
hardly conscious <strong>of</strong> anything. <strong>The</strong> meadows were covered<br />
with a white veil <strong>of</strong> mist <strong>the</strong> sun rose ; higher in <strong>the</strong> heavens ;<br />
<strong>the</strong> birds began to chirp and sing ; all was fair and fresh and<br />
pure ;<br />
and he was a blot, a stain on <strong>the</strong> loveliness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>n-<br />
ing. In <strong>the</strong> distance a wi<strong>the</strong>red tree stretched one bare arm,<br />
like a gallows, towards Saint Aubin du C<strong>or</strong>mier. He hurried<br />
on. Bef<strong>or</strong>e him, in <strong>the</strong> dust <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> road, were large brown<br />
stains.<br />
" It is blood !" he muttered ; and staggered on with a shud-<br />
der.<br />
He was wearied with his sin, without having <strong>the</strong> strength to<br />
string from her foot. <strong>The</strong>re are terrible moments in which,<br />
after sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss <strong>of</strong> misery and<br />
despair, only one thing seems possible suicide.<br />
Yves did not reason <strong>or</strong> reflect ; half unconsciously he made a<br />
running knot in <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>d ; he was stunned with suffering ; his<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r's blood was upon him. He had escaped <strong>the</strong> sentence<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> law ;<br />
conscience judged him, and his own hand must be<br />
his executioner. He managed to climb <strong>the</strong> tree high enough<br />
to secure <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>d to <strong>the</strong> great projecting branch. <strong>The</strong>n<br />
he slowly unfastened his necktie, and hid his face one moment.<br />
A hand was laid on his shoulder.<br />
' ' A<br />
man must not die bef<strong>or</strong>e he has made his peace with<br />
God." It was <strong>the</strong> voice <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Abbe" Kerdrec.<br />
Yves fell on his knees.<br />
"<br />
It was here, was it not ? And you feel <strong>the</strong> need <strong>of</strong> expiation<br />
? I understand ; and you are right only it is not f<strong>or</strong> you<br />
to choose <strong>the</strong> manner <strong>of</strong> expiation. Strike your breast, my<br />
'<br />
son, and say, God be merciful to me, <strong>the</strong> most miserable <strong>of</strong><br />
' "<br />
sinners.<br />
A sob burst from <strong>the</strong> wretched Yves.<br />
"Fa<strong>the</strong>r, f<strong>or</strong>give me," he said "Ihave sinned Imust die !<br />
Aubin knows that I left him thinking him dead. My parents<br />
know <strong>the</strong> truth, and you, fa<strong>the</strong>r, you know it too. <strong>The</strong>re are<br />
voices in <strong>the</strong> air calling me Cain ! This tree seemed to have<br />
tongue and it said it was a ; gibbet waiting f<strong>or</strong> me . <strong>The</strong> blood<br />
which stains <strong>the</strong> road cries aloud like that <strong>of</strong> Abel. God's brand<br />
is on me, it will never be effaced a stain is on my soul which<br />
nothing can cleanse. I hated Aubin because he was good and<br />
beloved. And Armelle, how I have wronged her ! I made a<br />
wicked bargain with Daniel ; I bribed him to give her to me.<br />
I deserve death a thousand deaths !"<br />
' I condemn you to something m<strong>or</strong>e terrible," said <strong>the</strong> priest;<br />
" you must live !"<br />
Yvc s bowed his head to <strong>the</strong> dust. It was a strange and solemn<br />
sight ; <strong>the</strong> two men stood at <strong>the</strong> foot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> blasted tree, on <strong>the</strong><br />
very spot where <strong>the</strong> crime <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day bef<strong>or</strong>e had been (Jommitted<br />
; where a fresh one had been on <strong>the</strong> point <strong>of</strong> accomplish-<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was something awful in <strong>the</strong> silence which en-<br />
It:-.' :!' it would never end. <strong>The</strong> AbbC Kerdroc<br />
Till'! A7V.M W-Ct'TTl-Hi ',S !) A i 'Q I! Till!. 11<br />
" God's hand is heavy upon ns," he said; "but it is <strong>the</strong> hand<br />
<strong>of</strong> u Fa<strong>the</strong>r. One w<strong>or</strong>d from Aubin, and we must have left <strong>the</strong><br />
country. Now, our shame and s<strong>or</strong>row are a secret, exce,.t to<br />
ourselves. All this we owe to Aubin. Ah, Mar<strong>the</strong>, Aubin<br />
will make up f<strong>or</strong> everything to us."<br />
" And if he dies<br />
" <strong>The</strong>n we must not grudge him to God."<br />
In <strong>the</strong> course <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day <strong>the</strong> Abb6 Kerdrec came to console<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. His heart was filled with unutterable tenderness f<strong>or</strong><br />
Aubin, who did not appear to see is not your own. It belongs hencef<strong>or</strong>th to every one in trouble,<br />
anything heroic in his own to every creature in danger <strong>of</strong> death. F<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> life which you<br />
wickedly tried to take you owe God ten lives. Wherever <strong>the</strong>re<br />
repent. What he felt was a desire to be hidden, to be annihilated,<br />
to disappear, even if it were into <strong>the</strong> lowest hell. A<br />
low bleating struck his ear a white ;<br />
goat had broken <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>d<br />
hich had fastened her to a tree, and was sp<strong>or</strong>ting near him<br />
with her kids. Yves coaxed <strong>the</strong> creature to him, fed her with with your papers signed.<br />
some bits <strong>of</strong> bread which was in his pocket, and untied <strong>the</strong><br />
was praying with clasped hands .md uplifted eyes, in a very<br />
agony <strong>of</strong> supplication f<strong>or</strong> light and grucii and pardon. At<br />
length he spoke, again :<br />
"Yves, are you s<strong>or</strong>ry f<strong>or</strong> your sins, your hatred,<br />
crimes ?"<br />
"lam, lam! Ask God to strike me dead here at your<br />
feet."<br />
" Yves, you shall live ; but you are not your own, your life<br />
is peril, by fire, by blood, <strong>or</strong> any otlicr way, <strong>the</strong>re is your<br />
place. Do you understand me ? F<strong>or</strong> your penance you shall<br />
save ten lives <strong>the</strong> lives <strong>of</strong> ten men, women <strong>or</strong> children and<br />
by <strong>the</strong> merits <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Precious Blood <strong>of</strong> Jesus, your guilt Hhull<br />
be washed away, and remembered no m<strong>or</strong>e ; nei<strong>the</strong>r by your<br />
earthly n<strong>or</strong> your heavenly Fa<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
A loud cry broke from Yves.<br />
" Is it true," he said ; "ten lives to be saved, and <strong>the</strong>n f<strong>or</strong><br />
giveness from all !"<br />
*' All. " <strong>The</strong> priest laid his hand on <strong>the</strong> f<strong>or</strong>ehead <strong>of</strong> Yves ....<br />
" Now rise, and go ; you are reconciled with God. Complete<br />
<strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>k <strong>of</strong> penance ; obey your fa<strong>the</strong>r, do as he bade you."<br />
" I will ; but you know fa<strong>the</strong>r, in time <strong>of</strong> war a ball may<br />
strike me, and if I had not <strong>the</strong> number ?"<br />
"Come to me bef<strong>or</strong>e you start and I will answer that ques-<br />
tion.''<br />
"And Armelle?"<br />
" You must get her fa<strong>the</strong>r to consent to her marriage with<br />
your bro<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
" But <strong>the</strong> money ?"<br />
" Ask your fa<strong>the</strong>r f<strong>or</strong> it. Now go to <strong>the</strong> town, and return<br />
I will go to <strong>the</strong> farm."<br />
<strong>The</strong> young man did not speak <strong>or</strong> move f<strong>or</strong> a few minutes ;<br />
<strong>the</strong>n he burst suddenly into an agony <strong>of</strong> weeping, and sobbed<br />
out :<br />
"Aubin!"<br />
"You shall see him bef<strong>or</strong>e you go. I promise that you<br />
shall."<br />
Yves caught <strong>the</strong> hand <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> priest, kissed it passionately,<br />
and was gone in a moment.<br />
1<br />
It had been a wonderful inspiration <strong>of</strong> God that <strong>the</strong> Abbe<br />
Kerdrec had laid on Yves Patriarche <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>k <strong>of</strong> expiation.<br />
He felt that <strong>the</strong> same energy and f<strong>or</strong>ce <strong>of</strong> character and passions<br />
which had driven him into such terrible guilt and misery,<br />
might, properly directed, make him by God's grace a Christian<br />
hero. It was a stroke <strong>of</strong> genius; nay, shall we ra<strong>the</strong>r a. say<br />
supernatural illumination ? It was one <strong>of</strong> those sublime ideas<br />
which so <strong>of</strong>ten <strong>or</strong>iginate with <strong>the</strong> humblest priests. <strong>The</strong><br />
w<strong>or</strong>ld passes such a one by, with a careless and supercilious<br />
glance at <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>n face, <strong>the</strong> feeble hands, <strong>the</strong> frayed cassock;<br />
but God and all great souls know what is in him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Abb6 Kerdrec diJ justice to <strong>the</strong> grand old Breton farmer<br />
in feeling sure that <strong>the</strong> money queotion would be no diffi-<br />
culty.<br />
He said simply :<br />
"We must not expect any s<strong>of</strong>tening on <strong>the</strong> part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
straw-cutter. We must wait God's time. <strong>The</strong>re was a mar-<br />
riage in contemplation to which his consent had been pain?d<br />
by a promise <strong>of</strong> four thousand francs. Will you buy Aubin's<br />
happiness at that "<br />
price ?<br />
And Patriarche said to Mar<strong>the</strong> :<br />
" You have <strong>the</strong> key, wife; give <strong>the</strong> money to M. le Cur6."<br />
So <strong>the</strong> matter was settled.<br />
Next m<strong>or</strong>ning <strong>the</strong> straw-cutter and his daughter were on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir way to <strong>the</strong> farm. He had dressed himself with unusual<br />
care, and tried to assume <strong>the</strong> air <strong>of</strong> a careless bonhomie, which<br />
but ill disguised <strong>the</strong> shame which he really felt. He talked<br />
and jested with Armelle in a f<strong>or</strong>ced unnatural manner; but she,<br />
dear child, answered with <strong>the</strong> utmost sweetness. <strong>The</strong>re was<br />
almost as much sadness as joy in her heart, but no bitterness ;<br />
when God was smoothing <strong>the</strong> way bef<strong>or</strong>e her, was it f<strong>or</strong> her to<br />
remember <strong>the</strong> stones and brambles which once were <strong>the</strong>re ?<br />
At <strong>the</strong> farm everything was strangely quiet. <strong>The</strong> servants