Sylves

Sylves 'was not well, he needed some of maman's tisanes.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

Louisette had looked her dainty little dress over and over to be sure that there was not a flaw to be found wherein Sylves 'could compare her unfavourably to the stylish Chicago girls.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

Sylves 'paused an instant without the kitchen door, his face turned to the setting sun.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

The train rumbled in on the platform, and two pair of eyes opened wide for the first glimpse of Sylves '.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

Louisette sat for an hour afterwards building gorgeous air-castles, while Ma'am Mouton fingered the paper and murmured prayers to the Virgin for Sylves '.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

Louisette was sad, Ma'am Mouton sighed now and then, Sylves 'was constrained.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

Friends of Sylves 'had gone, and written home glowing accounts of the money to be had almost for the asking.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

Last winter oftentimes Sylves 'had walked the streets out of work.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

Her Sylves 'was going from her; Sylves', whose trips to New Orleans had been a yearly source of heart-break, was going far away for months to that mistily wicked city, a thousand miles away.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905

At last the great day came, Sylves 'would be home.

The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson 1905