A PASTORAL FROM ARBALET
... By HENRY J. FIDLER THE little village of Arbalet, in the Perpignan country, was shaken to its depths. For the season of gather ing the grapes was at hand, and all over the district the harvest would be a good one, excepting-- alas!-- in the case of the Abbe Carnet's vineyard. For the good God, who had blessed the produce of the other vines, so that grapes, either golden yellow or deep purple, ...