The Cure come, and he look ver' mad, and he frown and he say to M'sieu' Hadrian before us all, 'M'sieu', you are married.' "Sapre! that P'tite Louison get pale like snow, and we all stan' roun' her close and say to her quick, 'Courage, P'tite Louison!' M'sieu' Hadrian then look at the priest and say: 'No, M'sieu', I was married ten years ago; my wife drink and go wrong, and I get divorce.

I am free like the wind.' "'You are not free,' the Cure say quick.

'Once married, married till death.

The Church cannot marry you again, and I command Louison to give you up.' "P'tite Louison stan' like stone.

M'sieu' turn to her.