The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1884-11-20

OTedt was tH0 CONSIDERATION IN CHS
household when Marguerite, trembling
and sobbing, read it aloud. Old An
tome broke down completely, and wept,
the first tears Marguerite had ever seen
him shed. while her mother lay with
her face turned to the wall and refused
all consolation.
At last Jeanne conceived the idea of
sending her daughter across the ocean
to seek out Francois and bring him
back. In vain the parish minister and
all the neighbors reasoned with her on
the impossibility of sending a young
girl alone to a foreign country. Worst
of all, Jacques had lost the address that
Francois had copied from the gentle
mans card, and they did not know
where to write.
$50, I entreat you, my child" she
would repeat night and day; sin all
your life you have always done what
ever you undertook, though you are not
gifted like Francois is, it is true. 1t is,
perhaps, as well that all are not geniuses
in this world since some of us must look
after the welfare of others; and though
you have " planned any great
things, have been very useful, which is
very well, too, is it not, Antoinep At
all events, you must CO."
m.
"Ten the driver to stop the Carriage
a moment, John, please" and John
Blanding's young and pretty wife lifted
her little sick boy to look out of the car
rage window. .Here is a cottage where
we can get some milk for Robbie, 1
think"
.'Milk for Robbie" repeated the
child, and when Marguerite, who had
obeyed the lady's request and brought
a mug of milk for the little fellow,
moved with tender compassion at the
sight of the wan baby-face, began to
murmur a few caressing words in her
pretty French accent, he threw both
arms around her neck, and chung there
with all his baby-strength, repeating:
"Nannette, my Nannetter'
'.He thinks it is Nannette," said Mrs.
Banding to her husband. "a trench
nurse we had for him in Chicago" she
explained to Marguerite;. we were
obliged to leave her in Paris, and he
has fretted for her ever since"
"Chicago?" repeated Marguerite.
e:Do you, madame, live in that cityP
| You may, then, have seen Francois, my
brother-but no, he can not have reached
there yet"
And then, encouraged by the lady's
questions and kindly interest, she told
in her simple fashion the story of Iran
COTS departure.
ga sad case, truly" said k~ind-hearted
Mrs. Blanding, s'and I wish we might
mamma, Robbie" and she held out her
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Marguerite.
short years of his life, had known no law
save that of his own royal inclination,
chung closer to Marguerite, repeating:
"Nannette, Robbie's Nannette," and
stoutly resisted all brides and persuasion
to return to his mother.
'Better hire the girl, Louise" sug-
gested Mr.. Banding. 'See here, my
girl" turning to Marguerite, .our
baby, who has been i'll at the inn down
yonder in the valley, seems to have
taken a fancy to you, and, if you like,
you a go back with us as nurse girl.
Mind, I do not say you can find your
brother; the chances are that you will
not; but we can send you back next
summer in the care of friends, and we
will pay you we'll"
Marguerite's heart sank with sudden
despair. Her mother, she knew, would
insist on her going, and the thought of
leaving home and friends to encounter
all the perils of which she had a vague,
~unconfessed terror, almost overcame
her. But it was for Francois-for her
dear mother. That gave her strength.
SIT shall be as my parents decide"
she said, simply; and then added: s.you
are very kind, madam"
But when they came, a few days
after, to discuss the matter with old
Antonio and his wife, Jeanne's mother
heart rebelled at first from parting with
her girl.
..How can I live without. Marguer-
itep" she would cry, sobbing aloud.
sNever was there such a nurse, 1 prom
Use you, madame, and, indeed, she can
do everything, for that matter. Such
lace mending! such knitting! never was
there such a skillful pair of hands as
Marguerite's.'
"You must be quite a genuis," said
Mrs. Banding, smiling upon Marguer-
tie.
"God forbidr' said Antoine hastily.
"No, madame, genius is enough for
a family. Francois is that, to be sure
"a son to be proud of, madam, but
Marguerite-well-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 a 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
about 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 a keen sense OF
duty remarked her husband.
'It is not SO much that either" re-
piled Mrs. Banding; 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
that story 'Noblesse Oblige,' that 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
"Well," answered his wife, 81 don't
know much about hereditary and such
things, but it is a great satisfaction to
have Maroulerite around the SatiSfaction