Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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46 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE the hilltop so often, and sometimes she felt that he was following her. During the months that passed, whether chilled by cold, or stifled by heat, Toinette toiled up the hill each night, and remained praying and crossing herself until she sometimes sank to her knees from exhaustion. She grew thin, wan and listless. Uncle Savard chided her anxiously about wine-vinegar, held some in a saucer for her to smell, and finally roused her. ' ' Baptiste ! Baptiste ! ' ' she breathed falteringly. "I — I walked too far — the sun. It was hot today" — her hand went fumbling about her throat. She clutched the amber necklace, and, as tho she had gained new strength, tried to raise her head, muttering: THIS IS ONE OF THOSE MYSTERIOUS CASES THAT WE CANNOT ALWAYS CURE ' ' the path she had worn to the top of La Bosse, until one night when Baptiste came stumbling in with Toinette, unconscious, in his brawny arms. Up there ! Up there, on La Bosse!'' he cried. "She stayed longer tonight. She fell. You will get the doctor?" Uncle Savard clumped out of the house, and Baptiste knelt beside Toinette, whom he had stretched out on a rude bench in the kitchen. He rubbed her brow tenderly with strong ' ' It was only that — the heat, I stood there too long." "I understand," said Baptiste softly, wadding up his coarse coat and putting it beneath her head. "I was in the ruins at the fair that day when he gave you the necklace and kist you." Her eyes closed; she was too weak to answer. The doctor came. He continued coming for weeks. Toinette was moved to a bed in the common living-room, where she stayed months. The doctor could not understand the