Children had grown into women, with children at their breasts; young wives had become matronly; and the middle-aged were slaving servants and apothecaries to make them young again.

And the young man turned from the world he used to know, and said: 'There are but three things in the world worth doing--loving, roaming, and fighting.' Therefore, after one day, he turned from the poor little Court-game at Quebec, travelled to Montreal, spent a few hours with his father and his brothers, Bienville, Longueil, Maricourt, and Sainte-Helene, and then, having sent word to his dearest friend, came to see him, and found him--his voice got softer--the same as of old: ready with music and wine and aves for the prodigal." He paused.

The priest had placed meat and wine on the table, and now he came and put his hand on Iberville's shoulder.

"Pierre," he said, "I welcome you as one brother might another, the elder foolishly fond." Then he added: "I was glad you remembered our music." "My dear De Casson, as if I could forget! I have yet the Maggini you gave me.

It was of the things for remembering.