The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1884-11-22

are very kind, madam"
| But when they came, few days
| after, to discuss the matter with old
Antonio and his wife, Jeannes mother
heart rebelled at first from parting with
her girl.
'How can I live without Margue--
iteP" she would cry, sobbing aloud.
| ''Never was there such a nurse, prom
Use you, madame, and, indeed, she can
do everything, for that matter. Such
lace mending! such knitting! never was
there such slliIlful pair of hands as
Marguerite s.
You must be quite genius" said
Mrs. Banding, smiling upon Marguer-
| lite.
''God forbidI' said Antoine hastily.
| "No, madame, one genius is enough for
a family. Francois is that, to be sure
"a son to be proud of, madam, but
Marguerite she is born to make
people happy, and to be loved with all
ones heart"
1t was summer again, and the roses
were in blossom in the Banding
grounds, and the grayish waters of Lake
Michigan seemed to take bluer tint
| from the June skies above them.
marguerite is growing thin" re-
marked Mr.. Blanding, as he and his
wife were taking their morning meal to-
gether in the cheerful little breakfast
table that overlooked the lawn.
Outside, among the beds of flowers,
| were Marguerite and Robbie, walking
Tbout for the morning exercise that had
been prescribed for the health of that
| young autocrat.
| ''She is the most extraordinary girl"
and Mrs. Blanding adjusted the jeweled
rings that shone on her pretty white
fingers; you have no idea, John, what
a sense of honor she has. Every serv-
ant in the house recognizes it, and
seem to regard her as a superior be-
ing, and yet she has not an enemy
among them"
''She seems to have keen sense of
duty" remarked her husband.
at is not so much that either" re-
| piled Mrs. Blanding; Sat least, not so
much any special obligation to please
us, but rather as if she felt responsible
to herself for the truest and best things
| she is capable of, like the character in
blldJ SlOIN NODltSSG ODIlOG, IlldG YOU
read to me yesterday"
That may come of her HuguenOt
| blood. You know her ancestry suffered
| for conscience sake, and these inherited
| tendencies sometimes grow stronger,
instead of weakening, by transmission.
''Wel," answered his wife, Il don't
know much about hereditary and such
things but it is a great satisfaction to
have Marguerite around, the satisfaction
one feels in the possession of genuine
article, and the best of its kind, like
owning china that is real Meissena, or
wearing real diamonds, or handmade
lace, l can't explain it, but l feel it
very strongly indeed. And think of the
benefit to Robbie to be constantly asso-
ciated with such a person." she went
on; ''why. only the other day [ over
| heard her reproving him for torturing a
fly: 1T is low and base to be cruel to
anything weaker than we are, Master
Robbie; your father is a gentleman,
and the son of gentleman must not
do things that are low and base "
"And what did the prince replyP"
asked his father.
\ Mrs. Blandin smiled.
HE said: Papa may be a gentle
man, Marguerite, but mamma is not,
so l shall do what l like
Mr.. Blanding laughed heartily.
Trust his small highness for an ar
yument. We shall have to make
awyer of him, Louise. But is it not
strange that we have never discovered
IMarguerite's brotherP Wood-carvers
ire not so plenty in Chicago, or in
America, either, for that matter that
one of his skill should remain undis-
covered after all the efforts we have
made to find him"
Perhaps he never came to Chicago at
ill, John, Do, pray, go out and take
Robbie away from those flower beds; he
seems bent on destroying them"
When Robbie was brought back to
the breakfast room, riding triumphantly
on his fathers shoulder, Marguerite fol-
lowed, her white apron filled with fra
grant blossoms Robbie's mischievous
hands had picked.
"Really," said Mrs. Blanding, "what
can we do with these flowers? The
vases are already filled. Here, Mar
guS'ite, take them up to the hospital in
the next block: No, Robbie, you can
not go"--the child was clinSng to Mar
guerites apron-''there might be danger
Of Infection"
| "Nonsensem said Mr. Blanding. go
to the accident ward, Marguerite. l
suppose a broken log is scarcely conta-
gious. l only wish the houses where
people live were half as well disinfected
and as thoroughly ventilated. Let Rob-
bic 90, we may want to make surgeon
of him yet"
Robbie, who, in his fond fathers i'm
agination, had already been invested
with a bishops robe, sat on the judicial
bench, and filled professors chair in a
medical college, trotted along with Mar
guerite, and, when the hospital was
reached gazed delighted down the long
hall in the convalescents' ward, with its
rows of clean white beds on each side.
He walked down the room between the
} matron and his nurse, who carried the
freshly-cut fragrant flowers. The mat
ron paused before bed, whose occu-
pant lay with his face to the wall,
asleep Here" she said, lis a poor
fellow who was hurt the day he reached