Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-03-07

not WISH 10 go. naVo peeh orouSn'
up to spend Sunday evening quietly at
home"
And Mademoiselle Veronique's per-
suasions, batteries and Establishments
were in vain.
They all went. could hear them
returning at one O'clock in the morn
ing, tiptoeing past my bedroom door;
and their descriptions of the festive
gathering at the breakfast table next
day were enthusiastic in the extreme.
"There's to be hop Friday night
week." said Felix, ''with band from
Mincaster. Lofty will go this time, l
am quite certain, if ask her; and Mr..
and Mrs. Christall will be in New York
that night for the Charity Ball."
Hooked gravely at him.
"Do you think it will be right,
Felix2" said I.
"Oh, bah!" Mademoisolle Veronique
interjected, with extreme disgust.
'Im quite sure there can be nothing
wrong about it, said Felix.
''Then, why do you not ask Mrs.
Christall boldly to let you go2" l ques-
toned.
They looked blankly at one another
and before they could answer, Mrs.
Hood, the housckeeper, came in, and
signal for silence was passed around.
Friday night wcekl" 1t came before
we knew it. almost. Mr.. and Mrs.
Christall went to the Charity Ball, the
latter so superbly dressed that the SER
wants gathered in a little group behind
the buffers pantry door to see her go
out in her diamonds and pink silk. Old
John, the elder coachman, was to wait
at Slington station to bring them back
at 3 o'clock-the other coachman,
Thompson, was in league with Veron-
ique and her friends, aud was to harness
up the wagonette as soon as the coast
was fairly clear for Veronique, Hatty,
Julia and Felix.
"And Lofty might go, too, if she
only would" said Hatty, reproacs-
fully.
Il don't think it right" said I.
Mrs. Hood had gone to see her
daughter at Slington, leaving the house
in Julia's charge, for Julia had been
there some time and was regarded as
quite trustworthy; the old butler always
went to bed at nine; so that when the
wagonettc was off l was the only per-
son left about the place. And l had
hardly seated myself by the fire with
needlework before there came a tap at
the door.
i started, lot was nervous and
easily frightened and the house seemed
unnaturally large and lonesome in the
quiet evening silence. 1t was little
boy-a stunted, big eyed creature
whom did not remember to have seen
in the neighborhood before.
''Arc you Lefty Leea" he asked.
'Yes," answered, in surprise.
'Its your mother" said he. ''She's
fell on the ice and broke her leg. She
wants you right off"
"How did it happens" I cried. burst
ing into tears. ''Who told youa"
al can't stay" said he. "They' We
sent me for doctor, and amt to de-
lay second"
And off he scudded, his small figure
seeming to lose itself in the black
masses of evergreen on tho lawn.
What was | to do2 l knew that
johnson, the butler, slept like log of
wood, and there was no one else about
the house.
81 can just run down home and be
back in half an hour" thought ]. So
l locked the door, saw that the fire was
all right, and started off across the dark
copses and frozen fields.
At the mill saw light burning, and
stopped to inquire of old Mr.. Dawson.
whose wife was our nearest neighbor, as
to the extent of the accident.
SIS mother much hurtp said /. He
looked amazed, and l proceeded to cx-
pain myself more fully.
tThey've fooled you, my GIRL" said
he. ave just come from there-and
your moth9r's as well and sound as
ever she was il her lifc
A sudden light seemed to flash across
me. Something was wrong. There
was some under current of malicious
purpose hidden under all this tissue of
falsehood. And / saw in the eyes of
Harry Dawson, the millers tall son,
vino stood beside me, that he, too,