that was all he seemed to live for now. He gave her a little gold ring.
He was looking eagerly forward to the close of the season, when Arsène would go back to Little River. He had arranged to ask Azélie to marry him. He would keep her with him when the others went away. He longed to rescue her from what he felt to be the demoralizing influences of her family and her surroundings. 'Polyte believed he would be able to awaken Azélie to finer, better impulses when he should have her apart to himself.
But when the time came to propose it, Azélie looked at him in amazement. "Ah, b'en, no. I ain't goin' to stay yere wid you, Mr. 'Polyte; I'm goin' yonda on Li'le river wid my popa."
This resolve frightened him, but he pretended not to believe it.
"You jokin', Azélie; you mus' care a li'le about me. It looked to me all along like you cared some about me."
"An' my popa, done? Ah, b'en, no."
"You don' rememba how lonesome it is on Li'le river, Azélie," he pleaded. "W'en-
