. The War Cry. s the low sun went down, the scat-tered groups came home by twcs andthrees. Michel was treading slowlydown the rough cause-way under thewalls of the town, when a womansshrill voice startled him. The latestband of stragglers, a cluster of merechildren, were running- across the eldest girl spoke in a frightenedtone. Phine is so naughty, Madam, shesaid. We could not keep her near would go on and on to the heard her calling, but it was toofar we dared not go back. My God ! creid the mother. Sheis lost on the sands. The night is fall-ing, there is a fog, and i
. The War Cry. s the low sun went down, the scat-tered groups came home by twcs andthrees. Michel was treading slowlydown the rough cause-way under thewalls of the town, when a womansshrill voice startled him. The latestband of stragglers, a cluster of merechildren, were running- across the eldest girl spoke in a frightenedtone. Phine is so naughty, Madam, shesaid. We could not keep her near would go on and on to the heard her calling, but it was toofar we dared not go back. My God ! creid the mother. Sheis lost on the sands. The night is fall-ing, there is a fog, and it is high tideat six oclock. Delphine is alone andlost upon the sands ! The most sanguine could only lookgrave and shake his head. Nothing can be done, said one ofthe oldest men. We do not knowwhere the child is lost. See ! there areleagues andleagues of sand, and onemight wander m:Ies away Trom wherethe poor little creature is at this in-stant. Phine ! Phine ! my little Phine !come back to thy mother. My God !. Even while he spoke, he was busy -fastening the corner of his net securely over the stake, the level sweep of sands is wanderedover by women and children searchingfor cockles in the little pools, and forshell fish about the sands. They sellthem in the villages on the main the tide goes down, bands of wo-men and children follow it cut formiles, taking- care to retrace theirsteps before the sea rises again. Thepeople are poor and simple folks, con-tentedly clinging to their Catholicfaith. At the time of this stoi-y a man mighthave been seen working among them,yet working alone. He was calledMichiel. He was a flsherman, like theothers, but there seemed to exist aninvisible barrier between him and theothers. Some years before he had been inParis, and there had come in contactwith those strange people, LArmee duSalut, who were much persscutfd butexceedingly attracted him. Finally hegot converted and was suddenly re-called to his native village on account ?of his fath
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