The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-09-09

But what does possess the child to behave
SO badly to herr he is a perfect lamb
with you" - 80 50
>''He has it by inheritance, . said with
smile that ended in a sigh. He never
looks so like his mother as when the ire
sistible haughtiness comes over him.
which Aunt Urania has the unfortunate
talent Of evoklng.''
The same smile was reflected in his
face, the same sigh in his voice.
'True'' he says ':you see as I do, the
wonderful likeness in erything.''
| "Why do you never talk to him of Su-
sie?" said with desperate plunge in
to the different subject for I had never
before mentioned her name to him since
the baby was left motherless. sit is not
right, Harry, to let him grow up in ig-
norance of that sweetest OF creatures.
He IS, as you say, her living image; be
ought to know and love her, yet he hard
~ knew what the word mother meant
until he came to me''
II could not, I could not,'' he an
swered, much moved. II am Glad YOU
do. knew you would do him good this
summer. I cannot tell you the comfort
it is to me to have him IN the country,
and with you. I knew you must love
the little fellow, for you loved his mother
WELL" E.
"Loved her, yes,'' I said, my tears
suddenly bursting forth. II can't get
used to doing without her, barry; Ican't
get over it."
II see,'' he said. Eve are fellow
mourners, Nora ss -see-
The little head stirred; one OF two of
my tears had fallen On the sweet baby
face and wakened him. He sat up and
rubbed his eyes amazed. - aa~a..tgs
"What funny place! what long cob
webs?' he said. 'sOh, Iremember now,
the COW. Is she all right again? Why,
papa, where did you come from?
II came from the city, Bardie. When
l reached there this morning I found the
man I wanted to see was Ill, and wouldn'1
como to town for three days, and so
posted back to you.'' =
''That was right said Bardie. ''Tc
me and Nora" .E>a as-.
eyes, to you and Nora," said Harry
with a kind smile at me. -''But Bardle
the first person I met was Miss Scuba.
more, who told me a very sad tale.
am afraid my little boy was very saucy
and disrespecttul.' .-
ooh, papa, it was too funny to see he1
run with her red stockings. I told mel
not to come. told her the COW might
kill her. But Miss Scudamore, why She
secluded more than ever,'' and he went
into tit of mirth at his first attempt at
pun.
responded to the sally with weak.
minded laugh, but his father looked aw.
full.
"No more OF this, sir" he said, in a
voice of strong d1spleasure. IF you can.
not behave properly to the ladies in this
house, will send you away with your
nurse, and not let you come here again
will not expose them to the rudeness Of
a naughty little boy. $685.. .. m
Bardle covered under the severe
glance and chung to me. I looked pite.
Gus. ..E = -.. ST..
"Do not encourage HIM, Ellinor,'' said
Harry, in g. softer tone. 1T is a great
misfortune to motherless child to grow
up among strangers and servants, who
spoil him and then dislike him because
he is spoiled.'' But he stroked the
little penitent head, and then suggested
that hay.rick was not the coolest place
on summer noon. and that dinner mus,
be almost ready.
eyes, papa; but first I want to ask you
something. Will you take us, me and
Nora, to drive this afternoon? The horses
aren't haying to-day, and we want to &C
so much. Please do.''
Harry laughed and stole 6. glance al
my face, which I dare say revealed an.
noyance as we'll as amusement.
"Not to-day, Bardie. I am going tc
take you over to the hotel to play cEo.
quet with the little Temples
"Will you come too, Noras* asked
Bardie.
"No, dear; I called there last night -
l said, and I drew a long breath at the
idea of quiet afternoon. Bardie safe
and Harry away-away for the long
evening, my heart whispered. SophY
Temple and tea at the hotel, and long
evening walk, and who can tell what
else2 And with jealous pang tor Susie,
| thought, eff only I might have Bardie,
wouldn't care.''
So, after Aunt Urania had settled her
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dress and rested awhile, watching from
my window until I saw Harry and Bar
| die walking across the fields; Coralie
followed, and I said to myself: II
thought so; he will be U ,trammeled!'
and carried my water-color box and
sketching stool out to a beautiful spot
at the end Of rambling old garden,
where low stone wall divided the
struggling fower. beds from the pas
,, ture beyond. There were shady tree
and soft, overgrown clumps of bushes
and underground, so that the retreat
though not very far from the house, was
entirely secluded, and it commanded a
lovely little glimpse Of wood and river,
with soft, blue hills beyond, and in the
foreground the white spire Of the VII
lage church shooting up through the
greenery.
Such a quiet afternoon to sketch and
paint! No little, tormenting fingers to
meddle and ':joggle,'' no perpetual little
tongue to ask unceasing questions; only
the silence, and the summer music
sweeter than silence; the soft whispers
in the trees, the sleepy, droning hum OF
bees. the ch1rn of bird. even 4ba