"_Oui, oui, oui_! Look." And he pointed to the white cross, still faintly visible, like a luminous thing, beneath the pines.

"Ev' day, Ba'teese, he see that.
Ev' day, Ba'teese remember--how he work for others, how he is _L' M'sieu Doctaire_, how he help and help and help--but how he cannot help his own.

Ev' day, Ba'teese, he live again that night in the cathedral when he call, so, 'Pierre! Pierre!' But Pierre does not answer.

Ev' day, he remind how he come home, and how his heart, eet is cold, but how he hope that his Julienne, she will warm eet again--to fin' that.
But does Ba'teese stop?
Does Ba'teese fol' his hands?
No! No!" He thundered the words and beat his heavy chest.

"Some day, Ba'teese will fin' what he look for! When the cloud, he get heavy, Ba'teese, he go out there--out to his Julienne--and he kneel down and he pray that she give to heem the strength to go on--to look and look and look until he find eet--the thing he is want'! Ba'teese, he too have had his trouble.