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But Amedee saw no appropriate glow in his friend's face. "Bah!" he exclaimed in disgust. "I tell all the french girls to keep 'way from you. You gotta rock in there," thumping emil on the ribs.

When they reached the terrace at the side of the church, Amedee, who was excited by his success on the ball-grounds, challenged Emil to a jumping-match,though he knew he would be beaten. They belted themselves up, and Raoul Marcel, the choir tenor and father duchesne's pet, and Jean Bordelau, held the string over which they vaulted. All the french boys stood round, cheering and humping themselves up when emil or Amedee went over the wire, as if they were helping in the lift. Emil stopped at five-feet-five declaring that he would spoil his appetite for supper if he jumped any more.

Angelique, Amedee's pretty bride, as blonde and fair as her name, who had come out to watch the match,tossed her head at emil and said:—

"'Medee could jump much higher than you if he were as tall. And anyhow, he is much more graceful.He goes over like a bird, and you have to hump yourself all up."

"Oh, I do, do I?" emil caught her and kissed her saucy mouth squarely, while she laughed and struggled and called, "'Medee! 'Medee!"

"There, you see your 'Medee isn't even big enough to get you away from me. I could run away with you right now and he could only sit down and cry about it. I'll show you whether I have to hump myself!"laughing and panting, he picked Angelique up in his arms and began running about the rectangle with her.Not until he saw Marie Shabata's tiger eyes flashing from the gloom of the basement doorway did he hand the disheveled bride over to her husband. "There, go to your graceful; I haven't the heart to take you away from him."

Angelique clung to her husband and made faces at emil over the white shoulder of Amedee's ball-shirt.emil was greatly amused at her air of proprietorship and at Amedee's shameless submission to it. He was delighted with his friend's good fortune. He liked to see and to think about Amedee's sunny, natural, happy love.

He and Amedee had ridden and wrestled and larked together since they were lads of twelve. On Sundays and holidays they were always arm in arm. It seemed strange that now he should have to hide the thing that Amedee was so proud of, that the feeling which gave one of them such happiness should bring the other such despair. It was like that when Alexandra tested her seed-corn in the spring, he mused. from two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into the future, and the grains from the other lay still in the earth and rotted; and nobody knew why.