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PLATTSMOUTH SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL.
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musTljafa to behave with grace and
dignity. You must go the same way
'yon bare been going, but show by
your manner when you meet this gen
tleman that yon can't stop to talk with
him."' . '
": -That.' said the little boy. "win be
as bard as making my violin speak
-pleasantly." , .
"Is he an old gentleman. Pierre?"
Petty asked,'
' The child regarded her thoxisbtf oily.
"I don't know.' grandmamma."
-Is his hair white, dear 3"
Peter nodded. "Yes. his hair Is
white, but the mustache, that Is black."
"Where does be live, did yon say?";
-Around the corner only." ;
Mrs. Tan Zandt book her "head. "I
don't know any of my neighbors, dear,
not even their names. Grandmamma
would rather you did not talk with
; any stranger."
" There was a long silence between
them, while Stradivarius. Ole'BuIl and
" Taganini purred on the hearth. Final
ly the child asked, in a curious, defi
ant way. "Grandmamma, why?"
" ' r.ettv was startled: She had wan
dered far away .from her surroundings
"7
car 77mosz&&r
- 'You and I and the pussy cats," w will
. i ' make "it glad.
r -and was for the mr -it puzzled for
-" u adequate reply, therefore she said:
' --"Dear, grandmamma" can't always
- explain-to her little boy. - -
- There was another pause. : Then lit
' tleTeter said. "It Is true that Chrlst
' mas is coming soon, is It not. grand
: - maniina V" - - - -1 ! -
i "Yes. indeed." Betty sighed.1' 1 .
"I remember last -Christmas, the
'-'tvey txttafinetf: ";" , .' a -, '
"Tes. of course you do." "
"And the" large storm and the beggar
'"m'tm at the window of the salon, his
feet In the snow without even sabots.
' "Yes:dcar. Mrs: Van Zandt' was well
v pfeascd rrt the child's remembering."
"We took him in by. the stove, and
""Marie and Crsule' brought "soup and
"1'irend." and socks rnd'a' coat, and I
., gave all my 2 francs and 20 centimes.
and you too."
' To be sure, we did gladly. 'dear.
The lad taxed his eyes upon Betty's
" rface 'as Le whispered gently. He was
' a stranger." " -
She turned her head away. " She rose
end went to the window. Feter Van
' Zandt saw her shadow as be passed;
' ' saw her hand go up to her' eyes.
"You said 1 must always Entertain
l- the -strangers." Tbey were sometimes
angels, and even' if they were not still
' - It- must "entertain - them. rJttle- reter.
w'cnfpa.'-; " 'y
Uetty came back 'to lief grandson.
Knelt down on the rug near him and
the cats. "Yes,: dear. I know'
' "Grandmamma. I. could make you cry
with much pleasure If you say to me
one thing lust Christmas, another thing
this Christmas time, "about the stran
gers, 1 could" His dark eyes . flash
ed just as Betty had seen Peter Van
Zanilt's eyes flash long ago. and 'his
lad's voice was tense, fierce.' . . '
She took his little rebellious hands In
ber, "Dear, by and Toy you will com
V prebend, there are wicked men who
c do hann to little children. They are
Ftrangers sometimes. One has to be
" i on their guard." -
. "lie who, calls me. .'monsieur !$rnot
' wiiked. grandmamma.! am sure. Ah
his small arms went around ber
neck caressingly, his face" hot. "against
her "please, grandmamma, do not for
hid thut4l speck with' this stranger
this year, please! lie is noble like-'
well-like you I" '.
"Very well, then. you. may, "but prom
ise me. dear, on the word of . a gentle
n;.m. you will not go anywhere with
. him. ehT " ''.'".
The boy raised his right hand:, Foi
de la Quereau. grandmamma; never.
Hetty kissed him and drew him closer.
. Presently he asked: "'Shall We have
a "Christmas tree, grandmamma? Do
they Lave one here?" ''". ' "'
' isetty. signed. "YeS, Tierre. . they
. h;ive Christmas trees' bcre of course.
ti:t we- will not have one this year.
"VTe are not happy enough yet.". "
.'. WW we be harpy? "'- ""'
'."Marbe." - - ;"-"';
Is - Christmas ' a" sad ' time" here,
bfu'lmamma?" ' ' -
"Sometimes, dear. Bat we, you and
1 r.nd the pussy cats, we will make it
Rl-id. We ll try it. Stradivarius and
.0e I'.nH Hng iagrtnhii shall have new
c'-!ars and saucers of cream and fish."
whereiHnj the child 'gan to gtrmb.3t
"" t'u1ii; pf.s. and i - it!y they, and
r. Mur them.- fat - -.dtoped- CV "J he
v 'r stairs to the garretr3.-16-;', y:" '
-VVLile Uetty sat ity-the fife and-strug-
gled wiik nefstir. rfla3 sb not ttZen
upon her knees? Had she not humbled
ber soul? Was she Dot living lb Te-'
ter's house?
Did not the little boy bear Peter's
ttnliked-uame? : Bad she not nailed her
antipathies to the cross of remorse?
Were, not her nerves racked each day J
oy me tortures of the violin she had
elected that Peter'-naraeeake should
learn to play upon? Flad she not nam
ed the very "cats in remembrance of
the fiddle masters of the world? Then
Betty, laughing Betty.-smiled as she
heard the child's feet scampering in
their play over head. " "
She was the same Betty that she had
been years and years fego. full of little,
whimsical conceits, child and woman
both In one. By and by the pattering
footsteps died away and the log burn
ed down on her hearth and the snow
blew and flew and beat at her panes.
The early twilight crept on. and Betty
alone there beard nothing but the tick
ing of the tall clock out on the landing.
Would Peter ever knock at the door
of her side of the old bouse?
As she knelt that was the cry of her
bitterness. She felt the Christmastide
coming, people were counting op the
days to it already; the little lad was
wistful over it Ah. would the blessed
day of all birthdays fetch to her the
gift she craved?
While Betty knelt alone, there, above
littla Peter was having a very fine
time, indeed, inducing the cats to the
most lively games of hide and seek,
over and under and in and out. of all
the odd dark corners a garret alone
can afford.
Ole Bull had separated himself from
his friends: he had discovered a bit of
string banging from some keys on a
wooden peT. Just enough In reach of
his claws to set the keys Jingling and
the string flying, whetting his joy more
and mora.
Little Peter, attracted, of course,
came over to look at the keys. He had
ooked at so many things already, and
he had put on a pair of Hessian boots
and spurs. In which bis small legs were
swimming, and a soldier cap of Peter
Van Zandt's which covered his ears
like a basket, and he was brandishing
a rusty gun over Paganinl and Strad
Iv arias, when Supple, it being Thurs
day and her day for whet she called
Tedding up the garret. beheld him as
she mounted the steep stairs, ber bead
popping through the well ?o!e jnst as
the little boy was carefully attempting
to fit one of the keys to the door of
the pantry nnder the eaves.
-Miss Bridget Supple's eyes danced.
She paused, leaning on her broom han
dle, and actually seemed to feast cpon
the grotesque little figure in the army,
boots and cap, its busy fingers at the
key pnd lock.
"That don't fit In there. Master Pe
ter." said Jtbe serving woman. - s
"No? But where, then. Brtgitte, eh?"
' ' "Nobody knows but me. sir."
-'But yon will tell, yes?"
"Maybe' so" ' Miss Supple fiat upon
the top ' step while the three pussy
cats colletd around her, purring and
arching their backs: they knew who
Ted them very well indeed. . "Will yon
promise not to tell any livln soul. sir.
If I tell youT
'Grandma ma?" little Peter said
tentatively and In mild, reproof.
. Supple shook her bead, which was
crowned by a most remarkable turkey
red sweeping cap. decked with "a bow
of great size that nodded with her
every movement.
"Not ma da me, my grandmamma?
Supple still shook her bead. "Not
yet,! blaster reter, by and by."
''Oh. very well. Now tell me."
"Sure, sir: why do you want to know
that?" Miss" Supple was adjusting
sundry .matters in her mind and was
taking time.
.".Because. thellttle boy said, choos
ing words a he had to do, since he
BadTeen brought up CTa'?oreIgn coun
try, "because. Brlgitte, I am like a
king of France: that one who was also
the locksmith, you know."
Miss Supple nodded. She didn't
know, but what did that matter. "The
king loved to fit the keys. So do I
much better than the violin. . Now.
where shall I go to fit the big one?
-, Miss Supple rose. While the boy had
been speaking she had communed with
her saints, and to her simple soul they
had . seemed to speak. Bridget said.
"Come on, sir." and together the mid
dle aged woman in her turkey red cor.
onet. the little boy in his Hessian boots
and army cap. followed by the three
pussy cats, descended the garret stairs,
then the lower flight, cautiously, tip
toe. Supple with her finger on her Hps.
as . they passed the mistress' door.
Down to the wide hall and across to
the big archway. Supple drew aside
the heavy curtains and disclosed the
large mahogany door. She pointed to
the keyhole and the bow on the tur
key red wagged expressively.
"It's there that one fits. Master Pe
ter,", Bridget whispered.
- "Shall I, then, fit it and torn itr the
little boy whispered . back, the army
cap of Peter Van Zandt dropping into
Lis . eyes and over his round, red
cheeks." . ' ' , . -
Taganini at this juncture mewed.
Miss' Supple, exclaimed. - still onder
her breath:
Whisht! Noi sir; not now. not now."
"But : when?" The . child looked
earnestly at her. waiting, the big key
In bis hand, ready. . .
-"But when??. Yes. that was the
question Supple could not answer, and
the sparkling, expectant, excited child
ish eyes waited on her reply. '
;WelL Master Peter, it's your "own
Bridget has led you here to the sill of
it. but it's your own self. sir. must say.
when youll 6t the key to that lock."
' The child, confronted with his first
draft of real resionsibiUty.Jdrew back,
then in manly fashion 'started rofward
to fit the key then and tbere.-iii1:
- Bridget held hia arm. "Not mow.
Master Peter, not now." Supple was
terrified st her own .audacity.
Little Peter thus withheld, said.
"But Brlgitte, what Is on. the other
side of this door?"
Bridget Supple, brought face to face
with a concise problem, clapped a hand
to the turkey red for assistance. To be
sure. Supple had an excellent intelli
gence stowed away back,ftthe turkey
red somewhere .;
-After. a slight pause. "Sure. Master
Peter. i. don't exactly, know, but I'm
thinkin' it's happiness, sir. that's lyin
on the other side of that door."
"Do you?" cried the child excitedly.
"Happiness for grandmamma also?"
"Sura 1 do."
"Brigitte" the little boy drew near
to ber, holding the key tight "do yon
fancy I should unlock that door and
find happiness for Mme. Grandmam
ma before Christmas, eh?"
"I do. sir; that same, before Christ
mas, some evenln. Master Peter, when
madam is readln or writin above or
when she's gone np to Bloomin'dale to
visit Miss De Peyster."
"Brigitte, I Willi Too will see! I
will, foi de la Qnereau. unlock and
find the happiness for grandmamma."
He put the key In his jacket pocket,
and Bridget went into the pantry to
confer a bit with Sbaddle.
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What Peter Van Zandt 8aw
In the Parade Ground.
v"f"OT very many days after the
ll little boy had found the key
J N to happiness banging on the
wooden peg in the garret he
was playing snowballs in the park.
while his grandmother sat on one of
the benches and watched him. It was
nat too cold. for this: one of the crisp,
mellow days, with sunshine through a
yellow veil of mist from the two rivers
and not a breeze to stir the leaves be
neath one's tread. Betty was facing
the north side. Looking up. she could
see the house she was born in. with
its brick and marble front, and it"
small square panes, pink with the curi
ous color touch of time. Little reter
came bounding np to ber.
, "Grandmamma, your letter! We
have not posted 1L and Ursule and Ma
rie will he thinking you forget them If
it doesn't ret to Limoges by Christ
mas. Shall take It to the box. yes?"
To. be sure! I did forget it! And.
Pierre, you had better take it over to
the Broadway box. dear, you know
the one on the corner by Grace church.
It will go more qnlckly. perhaps, from
there? ,.,.- r .f- ,
"I will. I will run all the way for
TJrsnle and Marie to have their Christ
mas letter." r
"No. don't run. T will wnlt, or. if I
dont. I will go straight home. If you
want to play here awhile longer you
may." -
"Yes. yes!" The child 'ran off and
posted the letter. As he turned from
the box he reused a moment and
stared at the church, took a few steps
toward the Iron railing and peered
throngfi. The path looked pleasant to
Pierre 0la Quereau. It was iossibly
because it was in a sense forbidden.
His band was on the gate latch, and
he was bound in when some one said,
"Good morning, sir!"
The little boy turned to see his new
friend waiting for the stage sleigh to
come along and take him downtown.
"Good morning, monsieur. I was
Just going into this chnrch. but I will
not."
"Do you want to go in?" asked the
man in some astonishment, for the "de
sire was clearly in the child's renunci
ation. Little Peter inclined his head.
"Why, may I ask?"
"Because gra nd ma mm a win not. We
go always to St. Clement's, in Amity
street, you know. This is a large,
splendid church. I wish to see it. It
is like France."
"Go in. by all means, then." Mr.
Van Zandt opened the gate himself.
"1 am not sure." The little boy hesitated.-
"Grandmamma says my grand-
Peter Van Zandt Knelt Down Beside
- the Little Boy.
papa, one of them, goes there, and be
would not wish to see us there?"
. Van Zandt stood still a second.. Then
for even this little child there was al
ready the strife, the unbappiness. of
some family discord. ...
r BHt.!.he "respouded.'""yoiir graud
iaVa Will not be here on -a Wednes
day." -.-"No?"
"Then go in and see it and go home
and tell your grandmother, eh? How
will that do?", ne smiled down into
the troubled face.
Pierre put out a small, mittened
hand to his friend and said. "With yon
I go In."
But Mr. Van Zandt. imperceptibly
perhaps, started back: then looking
Info flie upturned face bo full of trust,
he relaxed and answered. "You see
sir, I have not been Insidj of a church
In-over twenty-six years.".
The little boy stared and ejaculated.
"But. come, monsieur, yes?"
The man was still reluctant, although
they were together going tip the path.
A moment more and they were ascend
ing the steps, little Peter tugging with
all his might at the door, looked over
his small shoulder and said. "Please
help me, monsieur."
And "monsieur" helped him.
They went in, and hand in hand they
walked up- the aisle that Peter had
walked down with his bride on his arm
so long, so long ago.
"It should be to kneel down, mon
sieur, yes?"
Peter Van Zandt knelt down beside
the little boy. Presently they rose
and came out together.
"You see. your grandpa was not
there, eh. M. le Marquis?" Van Zandt
laughed.
"No. monsieur. Look, look! Already
the Christmas trees are for sale!' The
child ran down and through the gate
to the street. At the corner a vender
was hawking a wagonful of evergreen
and firs. Little Feter clapped his
bands for Joy. He had now forgotten
his grandfather and the church, im
mersed in the first signs be had seen in
this new country of the customs and
mirth of the one where he was born.
"You are to have a Christmas tree.
I suppose?"
"But. no. monsieur, not this year.
Grandmamma thinks Christmas is very
sad." He glanced up into the strong
and tender face of the man beside
him. "Do you think that way, too.
monsieur?"
"Yes. sir: I'm afraid I do." nis lips
were set
Little Peter stared up wonderingl.v.
"That Is strange, you and grandmam
ma both." Then the little boy sudden
ly remembered the 'key to happiness
and also recalled that he must hurry
away.
"Goodby. monsieur. I must go back
to the parade ground. Grandmamma
waits for me."
"I'll go, with you." In some vague
fashion Peter clung to the skirt of
this little boy. They walked briskly
back to the parade ground. Little Fe
ter surveyed the scene.
"Grandmamma Is not here: she did
not wait 1 have been too long. Good
by. monsieur. 1 must -hurry. 1 ask
your pnrdon. I promised."
The child ran away, catching a slide
as he went on a fror.en pool, his curls
flying, and. to be sure, that key to
happiness jingling in his pocket with
his top and knife and pennies.
Feter Van Zandt watched him quite
out of sight, nad he wished. Indeed,
to meet the grandmother of his little
new friend? Had that been why he
bud come back with this boy? No. no.
It was charming to encounter this
charming and original child, bat his
grandmother! The old hdy iu tb?
stiff brocade with the reticule full of
spectacles and knitting needles and
lozenges: no.
Then, as he decided to cross the
park quite to the west side and take
a car down as far as Vesey street
Peter Van Zandt, as he went, saw a
figure in brown sitting on a bench
near the wooden paling at the north
end. A lady iu a russet gown and
boots, a large mink cape with cuffs
and small muff to match; on her brown
hair a cap of the same fur, brown
gloves too. She rose, he saw that her
figure was slim and graceful: she
turned her face his way. although she
could not see him for the tree that had
prevented little Feter from seeing her.
It was his wife. Betty Van Zandt
Betty as of old. resplendent in the rich
bursting bloom of her cheeks and lips,
the softness and dazzle of her blue
eyes, the curve of her chin, the slope
of her shoulders, the long supple line
of her. from throat to heel. Feter
stood perfectly still for a second, then
started toward her, then shrank away.
Betty had left him. Could he intrude
or force himself npon her? Take ad
yantage of the open freedom of the
streets to address or approach her?
By no means. ,
He stood afar watching ber as she
apparently watched or waited for
some one else. For whom? Suddenly
with startling accuracy Van Zandt re
called Ashleigb. Pshaw! Ashleigh was
safely married. Some one else, then,
for whom Betty watched, with whom
she was going to walk and talk. The
keen steel of jealousy struck to his
heart She was. though, after all of it
his wife. And his eyes flashed as the
little boy's had flashed when his grand
mother had cautioned him as to
strangers.
Betty was beautiful, more radiant
vibrant with life and vividness than
ever. The lines, if there were auy in
her face, were the little lines of laugh
ter, and her glorious eyes looked forth
into the world with all the glad ex
pectancy of youth. Could a man ex
pect a woman like that hot to be loved,
not to love? Absurd! She was made '
for love. He turned on his heel and
left the park. A hand organ was dron- 1
ing out "When This Cruel War Is
Over" at the comer, and all the bal
lads stuck between the palings, flnt-
tered In the breeze. He paused there i
and looked at them vacantly. "Annie !
Laurie," "Ben : Bolt" and the rest;
Then he glanced back to his own '
house. He saw smoke coming from
the chimneys. - jle saw the jtigeocs
wheeling above the stalIe Iu the rear
of the garden. The stable? To be
sure, the still? were empty. Forjet
and reacoek. the roans that had fetch
ed Betty and him back from Grace
church to the St .Nicholas on their
wedding day, had years since been
sent to a farm on Long Island.
reter Van Zandt keeping himself
well In hand, keeping his face averted
from her, made another turn, went
back to Broadway and walked all the
way down to Tattersall's.
A few days after that the little loy
came rushing, tumbling in from the
garden up to Betty's room.
"Grandmanima. grandmamma! There
are horses in the stable two seckktl.
and a coachman, and they are in the
stalls and their names are Foppet and'
Feacock. just as tLe names of the old!
horses you have tell me aloiit!
Betty looked up from her crochet j
work. "Fierre!" she exclaimed. "You
must be mistaken."
"But no. grandmamma. 1 am not.
And they are your horses. The groom '
" A mn rt o - -I t 1 Via c n . c a vj-ttf !
make for me. is it?"
- "No. no. noP Betty cried ont impetu
ously. ; "No. dear, it is only that the
owner of the stable has probab'y rent
ed it to some one to whom these new
horses belong."
"Grandmamma" the little boy spoke
with some impatience "1 tell you the
groom says they are your new horses.
And. there! I hear prancing n the
snow before the house T" He darted to i
the window. "See!" Bushing back to I
drag his grandmother with him.
"Look! There they are! Look, look!"
"I KPf." She saw the mnnp nnt into
thorough order, its white linings re-1
newed and a pair of strawberry roan
champing their bits and gayly dancinc
in the snow before the door.
"Magnificent!" cried the cbild. "Yours,
rrandniamma! Ferhans Santa Clans
sends them early because he will be so !
busy with so many chimneys?"
Betty shook her bead and drew away.
"Is it that we wfll go out in it now?"
The child pressed her eagerly. "I am
sure the coachman expects it for lie
put the warm soapstones in for jour
feet Yes?"
"No, dear. It is a mistake."
She went back to her chair and her
woolwork.
Yes, that was it a mistake. Did Fe
ter Van Zandt think that she was crav
ing his horses and his carriage? Did he
think that she would accept gifts now.'
It was true that she had mne back to
his house. That was because of the
little lad. of course the little lad whom
she could not find it in her soul as yet
to reveal to him.
Solely the little lad?
Then Betty's crochet needle dropped
and something briny, bitter, fell uikmi
the afghan she was making for little
Peter's bed.
If Peter Van Zandt could not. did not
want to knock at the door of her half
of the old house, she could not ride in
Feter Van Znudt's coupe.
"Then it is not for us to get in and
promenade to Central Park or Fifth
avenue, eh. grandmamma?" The child
spoke with resignation.
"No. dear; no. no. It Is a mista!:e.
Grandmamma knows. You wM nijy
riding on your hobbyhorse np iu the
garret. I am sure, just as much as in
the coupe."
Little Ftter shook his head. "But
you, granlinamma. you Lave no hob
byhorse. What will you do?"
"Just as before."
"When you go 'way up to Blvra
ingdale to Mis Anny's," Le sis'ied
over the lost joys of real horses as to
be preferred to wooden ones.
Betty laughed, "1 Mill ride In the
horse car to Thirty-second street, and
there the stage waits to take me to
Bloomingdale, you reinemlKT?"
Feter the little nodded. "Yes. Mme.
Grandmamma, a very pale, miserable
stage, with the horses tniu and smok
ing in the sunshine, without blankets
I remember." Fierre de la Quereau
had goue back to the window by this
time and bis brilliant little face was
pressed against the pane.
"Grandmamma, what is a mistake?
he at last cried out petulantly, even
angrily. Lis small C-t clinched redely
Jo fight mistakes, whatever they
might be.
"Something wrong that some one has
done that la always a mistake, dear
one."
"Who, then, did something wrong?
he asked interestingly, comiug to her
side
"I did."
"You. Mme Grandmcre!" nis large,
incredulous eyes were fixed upon IWt
ty's face. Then he saw the shine of
tears, and his little arms went about
her in coaxing fondness. He forgot
the strawl?rry roans and the coupe.
Presently, too, be felt the key of hap
piness Jingling in his pocket and he
said:
"Never mind, grandmamma: I know
something." with importance "some
thing excellent and very extensive as
welL"
She smiled. "And what is that dear?"
"By and by you shall know. Not
yet It will come. I know."
"1 will wait.
"It is not comfortable to wait." re
marked the little boy. balancing it in
his mind whether to teil tiis grand
mother cr not about the key to happi
ness. Then be recollected quickly that his
proiiiseTrnd "ouV' eCrlw "ifiss Supple
not to tell, snd he moved uneasily o:i
his Ottoman until Betty answered
"Ater one has waited twenty-six
years it is not so hard, dear."
"Oh!" Little Feter rolled this over
and over In his thoughts until finally
he concluded that he would not wait
auy louger to tit the key. Christina j
must be near by. It w.-.s t "! "'H-fore
Cb.ristuj-.ts" tnet be wa tu ht tli (
When was. Christmas'.: j
GraQdinaniuja, when will Is the j
Christmas?
"In three days, dear."
And he had agreed with S':; r'e th.it
it was to be ntttl wtri Mm. Gran.1 !
mamma shonld t very busy with her dori-i If t l .y I - -1 tri f . .
looks and pens or else when she haJ ! Ij!te tJl1t , r "l" h ""
gone to Bloomingdal. . ! '" trrrv'-U-l in 1- r .'.-it : ; r r :.l
"Grandmamma, when will yon ga to "a "" r" t:"n uu-i': r.ur .:
Bloomingdale?" j her l-ntler.
"I'm going r.r there on Cl,r.-?m:. i '" 1-t t In t:-
ro rt.nr tn, fur o t ho
dinner wit!i Miss Anny aad Mr. Divi.-s.
and afterward to St. Michael church. j
The littie boy's face felt '
Betty paw It and ti.lsdUiii.H3 the '
cause, "Grandmamma is not c to
take you up there with her U-nu
there ore ttv little bovs and g!.-: t i
play with. On that .it you r.- t i
go to the Ogdecs' f'jr a ttry n-.-rrv '
tirEe " " i
Little Peter now forgot th key .,
happiness completely. "U'ill Mis i'ol y
Manierre be there, grandma aw.
"I expect so. Sht is g'..i:.g : i.iurry
Mr. Lawrence Ogdeit. jou k.sow." t
Then I will r...t r."- TVi- I T T T . I,r 1
stamped Lis ce; per toed Lie vt-be- "
raently.
"But, Pierre, wby not?"
"Because, grandmamma. If If I were
Cain and Mr. Ijiwrence OjjJvn Altl. 1
would U:i hlni."
"I'eter V.;n Zandt de la Ouereau. 1
am ashamed o von" I
"Yes. .Mme. Crandmc. I wnn'.l " i '
"Yon must not s:iy or th.uk f-ca
things. Why do you?"
"Because" t!e child a:r.j-vst ;::-':. t-
ed With !?!." t::ntirt "Mi.t fi:'r ia
whirh I love and Lave promNeJ f
marry me. and it is wUkeI for ?.r
Ijiwrence to steal her from cieT" A
usual, wben deenlr nxvitl. t';- tljM's
... . ... , ,
use ui in f. fieeunu i:1 r.fruue v :i ,er-
,
luntM.
But Fierre. dear r!::M. 3:is Fo ly
was only In f i:ti Don't you know joti
are a litt!-." boy and uot to u.'irry nny
one for ye;rs and yf'nrs?"
"In fun?" the ch;ui r-j- nrel w- n r
ingly. and the wumau :;:ii hr
he.no.
"How many yer.rs?" he ckeJ sol
cmnly.
"Twenty-Cvc or thirty."
The boy scowled.
"So many?"
"Y'es: l:.s do nr-t get to be whole ,
men until that Ij;:g."
"Ohr lie thrn-t his now ri !axcl ft !
deen In his pocket To be nre. ? e her ,
of happiness was !yi::g there, wnrrn ;
and safe. "Bnt. grail;arimri. all th- ;
Mine. I w;:i not p.t to the g-l.-n. I 1
will stop here wiili the r-osv cats nr. I .
Brigitte and t!ie britlcr "
He looked verv -nmet.
"Very well, dear." Iefy wn r. i
with bin and always l6r l.iia g-.i '? !
l,'.n,!f n-t,nn ...! , - i
to the Ogdens for i!ir ni r this rr.t r:. j '- -' t I i t .
Will yon m'n-1? It is the f-t tir r ; '; '-; ' :M " r' " ''' ' f ' , "'T'
grandmamma hns dii.ed out firn e wr "n a:- 7-xu :"! ' I:" ' " r ' ' '
mrnm A tn( hjlil-; jL.T- W .t T 1 ! . -:! , T.t
vo or ly .ku.i
Little Feter smid "No" r'?ri.!!y: t:.-Ti ,
with an accession of Joy I e tt-grn t i
hop aliont the nxrn. to clrp I i h.-in-' t
to ptiil the errrs of FTgr.nir i nr 1 fo irg '
with rioiirrht. r:n'm ' -rit thnt hi i T
could ft the key wt! hi srni.-hi.'-t li
rr was awry .".nd thnt wi-cn . ro?
tiome he wenid hnrc fig 1 1 rra"y
to lwrtow im-!n irr
rr ''- y-'!-
CHAPTER x;i. i;:
. When th LfttU Matter L'n- V 1
'fjl ,ockid "h Dear Between."
I
(EarllC I'ttle fy wan watrhful ali '
A tLe ret of tLe diy. He f ii;-
L. J iel alKnt whi'e I'tty w.h
t!..:ki;;g ' .-r toiN-t. ak '.r-g q-w-tions.
f.;;:i!!y rx austir.g ! tn
himself and l is prand :.!-;,. -r. t. iio h;ol
never ee:i the cLiU jk nu-:i-y si-i .
anxious tt-fore.
"Grati'lir.jtntaa, is it t-Lis to -IT ycu
will carry:"
"Yes. Fierre, I n? I arn n t riri!y f r i
the niu.T yet. I Laieu't ou n.y .a;-e or ;
cu.Ts." '
"What time is the dlnrrr. gran 1
nianima?" i
"Six o'cl-'v-k. d. nr."
An I how lor; o it tke r r yon
to riii'-h Blootr.ir.g.late?"
"About two hours."
"Oh. grandma :;..i:a. ti.e Cork
cow half patt Z. You fchouM hurry,
yes?"
"Fierre. are yon In a fcrrry f ir r.e te
leave you" Again ti e laughed
The littie l-oy l.t:;:g lii Ji-n.l. rr-s-ently
lirt-! It rnl iioilutvl n'o-.tly.
"Why?" iVtfy hu.l not before seea
this r-hne of her r::r.Ion.
"Grandmamma" the chihl ti'i.'VrJ
closely to her "it ! o;:i.-'L:r.g
tweeu Brigitte ati.l nr.. I eau't t ii yf:
now. hut w heu you come home t
tight yes."
"Tomorrow morning. F'.rrre. Yen rr.;:
be asleep wLen I co.i e hom t n g?;t."
"Yes. tomorrjw tnoniii.g: but j " -.
Grar.diuaun.ia. io po. I r:n sure it v ,;'
fake the two and a 1 i f n nr t g t
out In the com: try so fr.
Again Betty laugticil. k!-s'-l t! ear
nest Cuhed fare nnl rent y l 1
ct of". I'ierre acorr pai.ird h r t" t!ie !
corner of Sixth avrtice ar.d mw t.r i i i
the car. waving Lis rr.Itet:s Jt..:-!t i
until the tlr.LIii.g U!ii ou the hr-
were no longi-r hetird He was a Terr ,
young cavalier, tut he L.i 1 grown vi .
hia aeven yifirn sn.i the ijnaint. murf
ly surroundiJ gs and customs f i r
vincial I'raiu-e. As the cr.r hum
quite out of fight arl n-'uu'l tie raa ! y
back
ck to the house, was n-K-n inid :m I i
In the gam-t. f-lowe l l y tt.e 1 1. r-.- j
ssy cats, of coarse. 1
lnAtt Snnn!e hn;I lot Iter little rvi-
up
pussy
Bridget Supp'e had let her little rvi
tcr in. and !ic watc!ieii Li:; f!jr i.p te
stairs. She kr.id not a worJl.
ShadJie had Jjst tii I l.-T tint "the
master wns home. :t.!'i l.i Li. .r
lirary." Fet M '."-. ;:" -. h.v:: g ; r.
vente-l the !.;.'!.!;: f the t- ..
fchown LLii lltto Lev v.Lire t'- c ft;- '
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er si'h.'. d-irel ao r.-.- r. In t-' t. a
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