On the shore of Lake Lavigne, Ontario, one Albert La Frenière told last week the story of a picnic.
He, his wife, their two children, and his sister-in-law, Léonie Sylvestre, received an invitation from the Rev. J. B. Dubuc, parish priest of Lavigne. Would they come, the priest enquired, to have supper with him? Afterward, perhaps they would all go boating on the lake. So Albert La Frenière and the rest went to supper with the priest and later, in a gasoline launch, out across the close darkness of the lake. It was a warm, calm evening; everyone was apparently in the...
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