MONDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1913.
PLATTSMOUTH SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL.
PAGE 7.
ir.tr nnd wouhl come forth to be pre-
He did not . ' . '" " "',
There was merely Peter -who played
on in u fantastic fashion, niwint to. be
alluring, coaxing, conclusive, expletive
or trie dominant sex coming loco au m
own.
; "Not jesticgr tbe little wife said
with a falling inflection; the husband
pliook his bead.
-It was absolutely you those days in
Washington?" . -'
- i es.
, "And you never told me the truth T"
".No." '"."''
"Why not?" Slowly and painfully
Hie words were spoken.
"Becar.se.' he cried out gleefully,
"because with your aaoraue perver
sity 1 might have lost you tf I had."
'"But the truth r she exclaimed with
the reverential reproach or a child.
"It went by the board. I'm afraid.
lie lard the violin in the niche In the
.'.wall. "Come, little lady, I've not had
my kiss." be put out his arms.
c But Betty hung back. "Don't you
remember I said I'd have to send you
flying if you'd been n musical man?.
"Yes, of course I do. and for that rea
son I never touched my violin from
that hour to this. You'rer safely mine
now. dear, and vou won't be so foolish
.as not to want me to amuse myself
with my bow awhile every day?
Mrs. Van Zandt did not answer.
" Shaddle coughed discreetly just then
as he emerged from the dining room to
announce that dinner was served.
It was a curious meal. The mistress
polite, even amiable, with a sad sub
mission in her speech and manner; the
young husband overgay, yet triumph
ant, lie had ideas of being lord and
master in bis own honse, his own pur-
. suits,. his own ways; aaoring ner none
" the less, but filled With the nious and
perfect theory of man's supedor wis
dom aDd the duty of husbands to see
that they were- not too easy in even
the sweetest of traces.
And Betty? . ..
It., all looked like a wreck to her.
The silver, the crystal, the tall old
brass randlestieks, ,:. big logs on the
hearth, the family portraits, the bril-
TLnnt tincr rt n rn n t n i-n t u ro hint nvn
furbelows, the clink of the wineglass
es, the soft tread-of Shaddle and Sup
pleto her all these" were -nothing lse
than a devastation, but the wreck of
w recks-was -the uei throw of her. own
supremacy, that in which be had most
minutely taught her to implicitly be-
So It Is first we play at love; then a
'.little Liter maybe we learn to play
-with love.. later on perhaps love plays
with us. and by and by, if we are not
too spent, when the most beautiful
thing in the world comes our -.way,
that second glorious," conscious con
quering youth of power, we become
J y-v u-r-1 K lnr-n n -w. T "I 4a imf itaII rr"f-H
118. r ; -.- -. . ' .
.'What does masculine one-and-twenty
;"tncw of the magnificent pulsations of
twice bis years? ' What does fair femi
nine seventeen know of the later har
vest of splendid, fruition that cojpes to
the woman of seventeen more years
her senior? . Little indeed.
, So. quite seemingly submissive, full
of daintiness - and courtesy on the
wife's part, qrrtte charming, gentle, a
bit nettled, but self satisfied in his po
sition and glad all "was over with and
discovered, on the husband's, the din
ner was eaten ' .
Shaddle in the recesses of hi3 pantry
tapped Miss Supple on" the shoulder,
Jerked - his thumb toward the dining
room, his usually immovable counte
" nance" all an interrogation point.
Bridget Supple, nodding sagely, said
in . her emnhasis a note of wholesome
warning:
- "That's married life. Mr. Sbaddle."
CHAPTER V. -Where
Betty Went.
I7TTY VAN ZANDT; Betty
.Van Zandt" Over and over
again the girl who bad only
been Betty Van Zandt a lit
tle mere than three months kept re-
. I t. l.nMnAl - K nlivht
through. .It seemed to her that she
Mas hammering the letters out on the
plate of a coffin. The ground bad been
swept irom uuuer ner eet me wuuie
structure of her wooing, wedding, and
short married life tumbled to pieces as
she saw it passing in review before
her. .She was not-distracted, or hys
terical, or swooniusr; Bettyj was not
of that caliber; she looked it all in the
face, in the eyes, and made her de
terminations, or possibly her determin
ations .made her. She argued and plead-
fu i or mm. uui n was oi no man. lue
.naked truth remained that be had de
ceived her. -
- But about the violin! Could one be
so stupid us to resent so little, little a
thing?
But "it. was the very littleness of it
-t'.iat stung. . i
And to her. with her curiously, acute
ly, sensitized mentality and fiber, that
violin was no little thing after alL It
was the biggest thing just then In her
world.
Could she ever h feel to. Teter
as shv had before ie.kncw?
. . Betty was sure that she could not.
Could she live on and on all her life
and his. listening to the violin and re
membering, the tragedy of its deceit?
Slie could not do that.
What should she do? Go up to
Bloouiingdale to A liny?. Tell Auny?
N.u. Sbgi i.'Ul:Ido neither one. No
" body' could t told. '
If she could Ik buried liirsv some-
' v TirM-o nfYir off nnd try tr smother the
-"m!up nnd humiliation of it. " Yes.
that was it. shame and humiliation.
s5
Peter, whom &bo bAl looted up. to
and reverenced; Peter, whom she bad
so joyously- vowed to "obey;" Peter,
to hare played her a subterfuge, a
trick, and then to laugh at ber and
thfcik to coax her Into a reconciliation
with the noise she detested and which
prated on her soul aa the saw might
grate on raw flesh. . .
By daylight Betty knew "what she
must do. - It would be done quietly and
without speech. Words she and Peter
must not have. At the breakfast table
she was as usual, a bit grave, but sot
more so than be could account for to
himself as being relevant to a young
wife's awakening in the fact that ber
every caprice could not.be regarded
with too much veneration.
Peter bad come out into the garden
to find ber for goodby, however, when
he was starting for downtown.
. Betty was cutting flowers, big crim
son dahlias and marigolds and Bprays
of asparagus, and she made the blith
est figure in her flowered frock with
a little cape of Shetland wool about
ber shoulders, all her curls blowing,
her eyes overbriUiant with the wake
fulness of the past night, ber cheeks
aflame with fever.
-But you are the loveliest girl that
ever lived!" he exclaimed, staring at
his wife, hat in band. "Betty, do you
know how beautiful you are?"
She nodded. "Yes. exactly.
"We will go to the Ogden's party
tonight, don't forget, don't tire your
self. I want them to see you as you
look now. I shall be so proud of you!
She glanced np at him, laughed a
little and turned to ber flowers. That
was the gist of It. A beautiful woman
to be vain of. Her Hps did quiver, but
with superb pride she turned the quiv
er into mirth.
"Kiss me goodby," he asserted.
"Not out here. .
"Come in the house, then."
"No. Goodby. Peter." She did not
even extend her band.
"Is it because of the violin?" be
laughed. -
"1 expect so." Sire was sorting her
posies.
"Now.- Betty, look here, dear. If a
man can't have the freedom of prac
ticing a bit on a favorite instrument in
bis own home, you know, it's not rea
sonable." "It. doesn't sound reasonable," she
answered.
"Well, then? with considerable im
patience as he pulled out his watch
Betty's pretty shoulders went up a
trifle, her head -went to one side. She
was choosing apparently whether to
put one more dahlia in her bouquet or
not. She did not look at Peter. If she
had. tears would have scalded her eyes,
brave bonny eyes with the sun shining
on them.
. "Will you kiss me or won't you?" he
asked with an angry emphasis.
His wife shook ber head. And Peter
went down to Nassau street.
As soon as the front door had closed
Betty sprang to her feet, the flowers
fell to the path, she was indoors and
the morning paper in ber band in less
time than it occupies to set it down.
The shipping list was scanned. The
Spain sailed the following day "at 6
a. m. for Ilavre. Passengers must be
on board the night before."
Mrs. Van Zandt went upstairs. Two
of her trunks the "Paradise trunks'
Peter bad called them still stood in
her little dressing room, a few trifles
still remaining there to be taken out.
Inside of three hours she bad packed
them and a valise with her clothing
and a few small belongings. She bad
ordered the conpe. dressed, driven to
the steamship office, engaged, passage
and stateroom under ber maiden name,
driven back to the double house, or
dered dinner and gone out again, this
time on foot.
Into East 'Tenth street to order a
coach from the livery stable she knew
was there: this done. Mrs. Van Zandt.
having to pass Grace church on ber
way, halted at the gate, faltered a lit
tle, then went In; went to the pew
Peter owned, where she and Peter bad
sat Sundays since ' their return, and
knelt down.
Betty couldnt pray, as prayers are
made ' in fitting words and phrases.
Hers was a torn and wrenched heart
desiring to spend itself in Just one out
ward throb that might reach to the di
vine ear and not to any human one.
Was'she doing wrcng? This did not
occur to her.
She was Betty, and Betty could not
go on -living any sort of He life with
the man who had got her by fraud.
Because, you see. so intricate and
strange are the complexities of some
natures. Betty would not have married
Peter Van Zandt if she had known
alKnit bis violin.
Which may reveal the fact that Betty
was incapable of love, or then again it
may prove the proposition that seven
teen never is capable of that emotion
in Its supreme entirety.
Her sobs came fast, ber hands were
clinched together in bitterness and
loneliness; her eyes behind her mecb
Hn veil were targe with tears.
Then she beard some one speaking
Hear her hushed women's voices, two
of them, as they were busy with the
altar cloths and flower vases, it being
Friday. '
One said. "I thought they were to be
married at Thanksgiving?"
'No.' not until Christmas. Christmas
is such a perfect time in itself. I think
the wedding should be either before or
after.", "
' "Yes. so do I. Christmas should not
be paired with anything. Wasn't the
Van Zandt-Revere wedding lovely?"
"Exquisite. ' I never saw such a per
fect bride and bridegroom."
"Yes: theirs ii.iL' real b ami E '";",
Betty's Hp curled: then the sobs
came shaking her to her soul: then
she rose fKm her knees and went
home. . , . . , ,
She wrote, a line only, to her hus
band and left' tt Jn' his library on top
of the Godey's Lady's Book, quite near
the violin case, it ran this way:
I am going to father. BETTT.
Then presently the coach came and
the astounded Shaddle beheld the driv
er fetch down the two tnmk"t,and le
valise and put them on; beheld his
young mistress coming down the stairs
with her reticule and long 'shawl on
ker arm, just as when she bad arrived
from her wedding tour.
Betty said, "Shaddle, I am going on
a journey, very . suddenly necessary.
This is for you and Supple. Supple
ISP
Betty's Lip Curled; Then the Sob
Came Shaking Her to Her Soul.
is out, I know ; she has gone to Dean's
for the lady cake Mr. Van Zandt
likes."
"Thank you. madam. Indeed, madam,
I'm sorry you're not taking Bridget
with you to wait upon you."
"Thank you, Shaddle. I shall be able
to wait upon myself for a few days, 1
am sure."
She got into the coach, the faithful
bctler wistful, compassionate, troubled
to the last, his hand reluctant to let go
the coach door.
-But it bad to be shut
No directions were given; the driver
evidently knew bis goal. With Shad
dle shading his eyes with his broad
palm, staring after her. Betty started
away from her husband's honse toward
her father's.
When Miss Supple got back with the
lady cake. Shaddle told her; both of
them white Siul IrenTbnng Willi ap
prehension talked long and earnestly.
Then Shaddle urged: "Biddy, darlln'.
let's have our banns read on Sunday,
eh and not be runnln risks any longer."
"Risks, is it. Shad?" Miss Supple
retorted. "I'd like to know what kind
of risks there is In stoppiu' as we are.
in comparison of a young thing like
that's goin off three months after her
weddin day. all alone, nobody knows
where, in a hired coach. Tell me that!"
Shaddle couldn't tell Miss Supple
that at all, Bridget added. "Time
enough for our banns to be read. Shad,
when the young mistress gets back.
There's somethin in ber that I love."
"Supposln she never comes back!"
Then our banns '11 never be read!"
CHAPTER VI.
What Peter Did.
ft TTR. VAN ZANDT was late In
- getting from bis office that
1 day- ne looked np at Bet-
ty's windows and saw lights
shining through the filmy lace cur
tains. Toor Bridget had turned on
every jet as high as possible. Shaddle
had the biggest logs of his store burn
ing on the hearth, and the two. one
hovering' to open the door, the other
ambushed in the pantry, awaited the
master's footstep. No need for his key.
The bntler opened wide, and Teter
sprang in expecting his wife's laughter
at the threshold, or did he not expect
It? nad be one of those mysterious
things called an apprehension?
No one might know. lie said good
evening to Shaddle. threw a short
glance around and up the stairs, then
into the drawing room, the library.
Across, through the arch into the other
half of the double bouse, stepping into
bis library, picturing all the while ber
fond little arms, her perfect lips, her
tender cooing voice, the goodness and
warmth and comfort and bliss of bet,
shortly to be fouud. enjoyed, reveled
In. Perchance a little bit of submis
sion, most delicious, and certainly by
and by he should be playing to her
on the despised violin, she listening,
won over, conquered.
.Yes; that would be it conquered.
To conquer to be conquered exact
ly what the man and the woman each
wants. But the process of achieve
ment mnst be always adequate, always
adjusted in a fashion that masculine
one-and-twenty , knows nothing at all
about. .
Peter, of course, did not find Betty
In the law library.. He came slowly
back to the other half, the half they
mostly lived in. and as slowly mounted
the stairs.
Betty wns not in her room or her
dressing room. Ele did not note the
absence of the trunks. Betty was not
In his dressiug ruoni. nor was she ou
the floor above.
But the enchanting little witch was
in biding in the garret, of course.
Peter went to the garret It was a
big place, extending all over both
halves of tue double house. The raft
ers were black and cobwebby and
strung and hung with all manner of
garments; there were dusty engrav
ings, cracked mirrors, rusty Franklin
stoves, spinning wheels, barrel chairs
in faded chintz, calfskin trunks with
brass nails. Hessian boots covered with
mold, his father's old saddle, a pillow,
a spinet, piles of La Be!!e Assemblee
and annuals, rickety tables, three leg
ged chairs, Leghorn bonnets, sleigh
bells, the key to the big dividing doors
that be bad so lately hung on their
peg. a scrap of pink and yellow ribbon
under his feet, the reflection of his
own figure in a cracked cheval glass
holding the candlestick in . his hand,
but there was no Betty.
Mr. Van Zandt came down to the
first floor.
No one was yet to be seen.
In fact, Shaddle and Miss Supple
were wedged in their pantry, palpitat
ing with a great and suppressed excite
ment neither one daring to emerge or
to offer explanation.
Van Zand": thought: "She has gone
out up to Bloomingdale to the De
Peysters to give me a little fright, but
I will not follow her. No, no. A man
must not give in too far. She will
come home by 10."
He dressed for dinner, sat down and
nte. He smoked a cigar or two. pacing
the front hall after the servants had
gone below. He watched the tall old
clock in its niche between the drawing
room and library doors, until the hands
pointed to 10.
Then he crossed again into the other
half of his house; into the law library,
and, scanning the table, he at last saw
Betty's envelope. He opened and read,
ne stood still, the frail, bitter little
paper weapon grasped in his sledge
hammer hand.
That was it; the giant, the man. pow
erless in the flutter of the buttertly's
wings; blinded by the little. little thiug;
a littler thing even than the vio!in
that had wrecked his wife's young
life.
ne sat down, still holding the tiny
sheet; and he sat there, nearly mo
tionless, until morning.
Shaddle and Supple sat up all night,
too, waiting for a possible summons;
watching for. they could not even sur
mise, what
The chilly. pnHid sun of the Indian
summer slanted in alike upon master ;
and man. and maid; but no word was
spoken between them.
Shaddle went up and laid out his
masters fresh clothes, filled his tub.
put the morning paper ou the candle
stand beside his untouched bed. then
slipped down again to the kitchen.
The breakfast was announced, but al
though the master sat at meat, be ate
not a morsel: and only drank half the
cup of coffee that Supple in silence
poured for him.
Afterwards he went out, and he did
not come back for three days. Shad
dle and Bridget were frightened to
death almost; visions of suicide, mur
der and kindred horrors distorting all
their waking and sleeping hours a
well.
By and by Mr. Tan Zandt did come
home.
No one knew until long years after
where and how he had spent those seventy-two
hours. When he returned it
was on foot unshaven, nnkempt and
haggard, aged by years, but with no
syllable of either inquiry or explana
tion. He made his toilet, took some
breakfast and drove down to his office
In the white satin lined coupe he had
made into so soft and bridelike a nest
for Betty Revere.
Once at the office, he wrote in a firm
and rapid baud to his father-in-law at
Limoges, merely this:
"Colonel John Paul Revere. American
Consul General. Limoges. France:
"My Dear Sir You will do mo the hon
or to receive each mouth for the future
one-half of my inherited income, one
half of my income from whatever law
practice I may have. It will reach you
by check through Rothschild & Co..
bankers, of Paris, nnd I shall highly
esteem the condescension of your con
veying the same monthly to my wife.
4 i
He Sat There, Nearly Motionless, Un
til Morning.
your daughter, Betty Revere Van
Zandt You will also, my dear sir, I
am sure, do nie the further favor of
conveying the intelligence to Mrs. Van
Zandt that the house on tbe square is
to be immediately altered into two dis
tinct dwellings: the masons and car
penters will be at work tomorrow. The
half which Mrs. Van Zandt did me the
honor of occupying will remain intact
as fbe was pleased to leave it always
ready for her occupancy at any mo
ment. The passagewnys will bewailed
np. tbe carriage bouse will be secluded
from the square part of the establish
ment and be solely at Mrs. Van Zandt's
service. The garden will be unequally
divided by a high brick wall, leaving
Mrs. Van Zandt in entire possession of
the r:'ths. flowers, gnrperies. etc Brid
get Supple will live in Mrs. Van Zaudt's
, YSsS
W
lift A 'witf
naif or tte house ana win nota ncrscit
in complete readiness ait nil times to
serve her mistress. I have the honor to
be, my dear Colonel Revere, your obe
dient servant and sou-In-Jaw.
"PETER VAN ZANDT.
"New York. Nov. 10. IS."
This was mailed and went out by the
ship sailing that very day for n.nvre.
All the tliin?s that Peter Van Zandt
had mentioned ia his letter to Colonei
Revere were promptly done; bi orders
arried out to the letter. Bridget
agreed, more than willingly, to live ou
in her accustomed quarters. It would
not le lonely since the two basement
doors in rea'ity opened up.m one area:
the back doors of both kitchens were
alongside of each other. Shaddle was
to remain in his place, and Miss Supple
was to do the cooking for her mater
and all the general work of tbe bache
lor quarters that were evidently to le
maintained in the Washington square
side of Dr. Van Zandt's big house.
In a fortnight the walls, then, wore
built the arches filled, the new plaster
dried and paired in the semblance of
marDle columns Hke the rest of tbe
halls. Heavy curtains. to.. wire hung
over the archways, and Peter Van
Zandt. after that, retired to his Lalf of
the house and never ag:an in le::c. ki;g
years put Lis foot iuHe Lis wife's t-iJe
of the old Lrick mansion.
As soon aa the workmen l gan to be
busy he had gone to the New York
hotel and stopped there. When the
repairs were finished it wis his or!er
that Shaddle should so report to him.
Everything now being finished. Shad
dle was polishing Lis Ixxrt in the gar
den outside of the kitchen window;
"Ah, she must come home to him!"
Bridget wis inside roiliLg out pastry
She opened her sash for the kitchen
was hot.
"Shadl"
"Yes. Biddy?"
"io you think if the master finds it
out he'll b, after kiilin nsV"
"Sure, don't le silly. What have we
got to do with it?"
-Oh, haven't we, though"
"lie can't know It if you don't tell
him."
"Then tnaybe he'd b'ame the boss
builder and call him in and make him
do it and we'd get sent away for Id
tcrferin"." "No." Shaddle shook LLs bead. "The
young master "11 never find it out. He'll
never look behind thiia curtains."
"It was bold of us anyhow."
"It was yourself. Bh'.dy, with your
big hei'.rt as thought of leaviu the t.rst
floor arch as it was. It wan your'-If
that wheedled the boss builder. It was
yourself that confessed it to Father
O'Shaughnessy and got absolution for
meddlin" with your superiors."
"So it was." Bridget left the pastry
loard and sat down and cried t em ;"
tuousiy. "Sure it was me myself that
did ail that same. thinLin' ail the time
that whin the young creature coiues
back how sad she'd le to find the road
to him blocked up like that"
"Ah. d )'t le cryin". Biddy. You're
In the right of it nlwnys. S'rre Fn
thinkin tbe day'Il soon come when the
young master '11 lm glad enouch that
there's nrse door leailin" to the nji.--tress'
part of the o:d house that alu't
barred ag'in him except by the turniu
of a key iu the lock."
"She'll come home! Ah. she must
come home to him!" wailed Miss Sup
ple. "And him the light of her eje.s
and her the Tipple of his!"
"Biddy." Shaddle dropped his I Lick
ing brush hastily and thrust a hand
through the wide iron bars of the
kitchen window, seizing Bridget".
floury lingers, "say. mayn't 1 go be
yond and tell Father O'Shtughnessy t
read our bai.ns nest week?"
Shaddle had. be thought, caught hi
Dulcinea in a inciting mood.
But Bridget cast a deeply re;nn'!i
ful glance through ber bars, jerked her
hand brick to its rolling p!a and an
swered: "Sure, men Las no benrts at all. at
all. Shad. 111 not h:ie no banns rend
until tie mistress conies lio'iio."
"Then the Iord help us! resp-mdod
tbe butler. "May she tome in the next
ship!"
"She won't do that same, but she'll
come." was Miss Supple' not alto
gether comforting rejoinder.
Mr. Van Zandt left the hotel that
evening immediately after Shad die's
visit. ne cane back to Lis home,
entering now aiid a! way by the Wash
ington square door, i'io d r Lis f.ithr
had been accustomed to usr for all the
years of his professional life. As the
serving man and woman Lad foreseen,
be never pushed adde the cu'tain
they lad so artfully hung to i:.s;.ect
the work: in fact, it w.-.s an intense
relief to him r.'t to see the new vnlls.
l ot to have to look at the solid divid
ing barrier.
For awhile he led Lis life qniet. so
far as one could sec. as usual: only riot
mingling with his kind. Men never
ventured to ask Peter Van Znivlt or.
question: or women either; there wr.
tacit silence between him and hi ac
quaintances, whatever surmises they
made among theni ). .' '-ne krvT
where Mrs Vnn Z;:rit wa m't;t Aur.r
De Peyster had a letter from her at
Llxnose. and In t':' I'.-fty v.vKb.-j
! ho more lf au ; .-: l:at..'n tl.iin Ler
' husband.
Anr.y wrote.
Betty answered;, u rrrpa Vr.
Jiatwa-'. l twe ;i 'e ;in -. r l v i -rein
Anny provi?-! h'-rt '.f t? - i: 'm i ';.:.
wonderful fri-i:l n w-::;; .:: nn
when s-be I Eiade of tl.e r'-'-.t ni
terials. On the ii-!it ben IVr-r 1.. ft I' "
New Yor!: hotel ard rcf-.TT.-l t 1
rwn roof, he h:ii ca.'-d MvjJ I o t 1 rn
In hi library. SL:-. 1 'I1 .nv ft- vi :.r.
lying ou the l ie t.;ii. ;i!- tl.c ; ;'.
I I-idy's Bo)k a:.d ti.e I .t'e (5".t
! lidJreed to Lis L..asf"
"S!.add."
I -Yes. ir?"
j "Yon ee tl.'u tuW.c. tf.-" rT'1'5
I Iorks. violin ca i"l t"-e th.n a
It?"
I "I do. Mr. T.-n Z..r.l. "
1 "Well. I w:;:,t t!."i t r-:.?i:n J '-t
I No Cr;tT t t - h tl.m; i. d ;-t-
iv.z or moving at auy ti::;c.
! Vw tlr"
"And you trill tM Bri.'-'t"
-I shall. "r. Sr.r sir. y -.i 1. 1 r i."
it's your will r..e r.: 1 I'.i ;r. "!
i die Ik-fore we'd !: n 'irr.:1! con e i ' '
them.
"Very goid. I :rn jn-. .'.:!
Shadd'.e. to it aiwr; !;.-
without fall rei'te-iN-r an ! ! ''i,
1 pie. t'o J;r.-':t f!i" ca a 'I -f t'. .
in Mrs. Van Z..ri.i r - ;: a- --!
twilight mnc-r :.. a:: 1 ! t t' ::i I urn
I until moru.'r.g.
! "Yc. sir."
Shadd wont d--wti f T- !r--'
j -Snre. IliMr." be oot.-'u.To 1 1 i -.'..-
with. "th nistre 'ii bv c::.i:.' s n
and the br.ns"
"Shad !. I'm ijui. t." Ftj; r ' rnr
stairs and lighted up l.er jonng n
' tress' room.
i And ovi ry riig'.t !. '.! ot
: tLe I .!: !r:nT ia t'-.t !.'f f ? f - .!
j Me 1. -:. all th" i."ti 1 U-
'T.::-'.1 every f th- r v i:: v ! :
You se. Pe'. r's a'-i ! v - j'..::
' an.-uiid t'to oort; r.
1 A lift!" i.iier :.. wL-n C: ri.- :vi
i i.i-b. lli-v ar-f tr :n t'. - :i- : '
L-.t'l f evi rie r .; :.i I l ' . ' ; in : '..
j s tlia. ai.d wreath;. f L "'v d i;.i- ;
! tietoe tlr-1 with sf.-r.t r,l '-. An i -i
the je-.ing u..itT i i t t:.. '';:.:
, "Sh;.d!:e. 1 w:l! j..n nt d p.-.r. : t .
bang wreath in tlx- ::ia"s ef Mrs ,
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Betty's Roam Were a Crec of F'-
Van Zandt's ri-n.. and g-rt.rr,
aro:::id the chan b l.er v.tA ' fjri.
an'l rt.ipen of green over the d
and mi Chrbt tuas ot o. t.err.ir r.r.'.f.
ligtt all ti canlle on tl.e r:..i:.'. 1 an 1
on your u;;s;res" i!ros::,g t i!u. s n:d
let them btiru t tLe .-t. Ar.1 a !
the ga Jet. too. An l L.-re's fr ;o-:r
Christmas ar: 1 Br?i!g t"
And all was d e :is J;.- L- I !;ro-tI.
f'e;tj'. T'-t.u were a UtiT of fri
grange. Mi l ov-r t'. ;1 t:;re f t!..
Madwnna an 1 th lit'le r:.-.-! hi: I
Bri-ict T::ade t-"l J t h.:r.g a
medal fraticht with rrrycrs t. sll b- r
favorite sair.ts.
But the master did i. t roue b-ce
that night.
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