People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1893-12-15

'dPCo ouu 1iOcOilpuiOilc W Ill
be she'll OF with me to town some
fine night"
where's mother?"
I'm glad your meditations have
brought you to think Of her"
Il was estimating how much the bill
for the room will be. Of course I'll
pay it."
"Oh, never mind that. ] paid it I'll
deduct the amount from yo,r next
months allowance. Your mother has
Mademoiselle ROchet with her
haven't seen her since noon. Made
moiselle Is her dresSmaker."
The young man managed for mo-
ment to conceal his anger, and then
rose and entered the house. He was
furious at what he fancied IN insult.
"Am ! a child, to be treated in this
way? I'll make mother give me some
money and go back 10 the hotel.
Beamish and Lamkid are better COM
pany than the governor. Cad! l
wonder who La Rochet can be. Dare
say the boys have found something
amusing"
He found the little house consisted
of two small parlors on the lower
floor, with chambers above. Opening
the door into the hrst parlor, he dis
covered the room was empty.
Busy with dress-maker. Next
room, Isuppose. Mademoiselle Rochet.
Can't be the Rochet Beamish spoke of.
He wouldn't find any fun with 4 dress
maker"
With that he went upstairs and
found room where his bag and his
trunk had been placed.
Suppose this is my den. I'll make
myself presentable and 60 down and
see the creature. Lamlid says know
her. What nonsense! couldn't know
a ACKNOWLEDGMENT in this country"
Just then he heard a door open
below, and voices in the little hall.
Every word spoken was perfectly clear
in such thin shell of house.
81 am so much obliged to you, Made
moiselle. win you not wait and go
over to the hotel with u.s."
NO, I'll not wait; thank you
madame"
Then he heard another voice, and
knew that the Judge had spoken to
his mother.
Royal here? My son has returned,
Mademoiselle. You will excuse me-
Certainly, madame. All! now
think Of it, let me see the robe once
more"
The voices died away, and he knew
that the two women below had re-
turned to the parlor. He went to the
toilet-stand and threw some cold water
in his face, then hastily opened his bag
and took out small flask.
my nerves are torn to bits. Steady
It's come. There! ! feel stronger"
No need to wonder who La Rochet
might be. With an effort he tried Il
steady his nerves and to check the pro
fuse perspiration that had broken ou'
on mis- hands and face. Then the dool
below opened again. and he heard hi
mothers step.
care you up there, Royal?"
He managed to say, "Yes."
Aren't you well, dear?'
Certainly am. I'll be down pres
entity
Your voice seemed so changed,
was afraid you were unwell. Shall
come up?"
mo, mother I'll come down a
once"
1t was best so. Best learn the wors
at once, and put bold face on tn,
matter lie had often thought
this meeting might some day
come. 1t had come in way that wa,
more cruel than the most relentlesi
fate could invent Somehow the Idle
ness, the responsibility, the sense o.
safety and comfort he had enjoyed OF
the yacht seemed already far away il
the past.
The young man came slowly dowr
thes tairs, and in nerveless way kissed
his fond and foolish mother.
Come into the parlor, Royal, ant
rest. You look dreadfully tired
Yachting is a terrible strain on the
nerves"
LET me 60 out of doors, mother"
mo. Come in here where it is COO
and quiet. Come, / insist. All, Made
moiselle, just going. My son has re
turned. Let me present him. Made
moiselle Rochet, my son, Royal Yard
sticlkie."
The woman drew herself up anC
then bowed very low in silence. No
sign on her handsome face th-t sht
cared in the slightest degree for tn,
young man. He, on his part hardly
raised his eyes, and merely shufileC
his feet in an attempt at bow.
"Glad-meet Mademoiselle. After
noon"
Thank you for the homer. mus
| cro madame I will return worry eoor