Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-04-16

save for her bright face, you might have
taken her for hundred. Gavreel looked
in wonder and shook his head
He is not here" he managed to say
after IA pause. 'He has gone away"
But he will come back" said Felicie
The lad shook his head and shrugged
his shoulders in token of uncertainty she
thought.
Are you quite alone, dear childY"
A nod was the only answer.
Have you food and fire2" Food he
had, but fire he could do without, he
said.
Let me come in," said Felicie; Il will
see for myself"
But Gavreel would not suffer her to en-
ter, for lear of displeasing Dyada
Then come with me-" urged the good
little creature Il have fire and every
thing; come am lonesome"
1t was hard to prevail upon Gavreel t.
do this; Dyada might come in his bsence
and find the door locked. But Felice
found way to satisfy all his fears on
that score by notifying the watchman
and the gate porter as to where he was to
be found. The wood carriers whose duty
it was to carry stacks of wood to the hun
dred lodgings of the convent building,
were also told, and they, one and all,
good-naturedly promised to be tn the
lockout for my Dyada" The old man
had been nicknamed by them thus III
playful mockery of Gavreel
When all this was done the little fellow
put his hand into Felicie's hand and let
himself be led away He had no idea
they were such near neighbors, and was
delighted that he could himself hear
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so glad of the discovery that their doors
were only II few feet apart that he fell to
dancing while Felicie was unlocking her
door. When the door was thrown open.
and he saw the interior of what she
called her gilded howell he danced and
sang and laughed with all his might.
Felicie smiled back at him, to reassure
him, though noisy mirth Jared upon her
ut all times, and more especially just then.
"rhis is good!" declared Gavreel. "ls
it all yours? Oh what IA wonderful, what
a beautiful placel All fiowars, just like
n garden"
He had never seen anything like 1t III
his life, except in church. Suddenly he
ceased his mirth and looked earnestly Mt
Felicie. A thought, fear had smitten
him. like sharp arr5w. Who was this
smiling little being who had temple
him in her palace? Was she the dumovoy,
the familiar spirit of every RUSSIAN
house2 and had she brought him here to
do something terrible to him? He backed
towards the door, keeping his eyes on
her the while. Unconscious of his gaze
Felscie was preparing their supper.
Gavreel, like Hans Andersen Fir Tree,
had never heard but one story, and that
was of II dumovoy that appeared in many
forms, and could assume any shape AT
will, either beautiful or ugly, and who
had power ov r children especially, ana
could change them into anything it
chose"
perhaps Dyada has come" he strove
to say, his hand on the door. 81 will go
and see"
Take some supper first, dear; see, it is
all rea y" She did not look at him.
She was both hungry AMI thirsty, poor
little creature; for since her communion
at the early mass that morning nothing
had passed. her lips; and seeing him
mirthful and gay she thought him ali
right. She made the sign of the cross
slowly, reverently looking up at the pic
lures of lhe Sacred Heart of Jesus and
the immaculate Heart of Mary that hung,
flower !ramed, together on the wall
"Come, Gavreel, supper is ready"
Gavreel drew long breatn. 1t was
part of his story that the Gumovoy fled
fr om the sign of the cross.
"Wno are your he asked.
81 am Felcie, the Il wer-maler," she
answered, the last ami only one now,
she said to herself aloud
"Where are the others?" asked Cav
reel
"One other" said Felicie. "She has
gone home to heaven"
"Then she will see my mother" said
Gavreel; she said she WAS going there.
Tell me about your mother"
After supper, dear. Come now, take
this nice cup of coffee and this lovely
cake kind lady brought me, for | never
eat cak you shall have it all; and see!
we have sugar and butter and white
bread, which the kind ricn people brought
when mother die l."
"Why di MT they bring them beforeS"
asked Gavreel; didn't sne want theml'
"She did not care for such things, dear.
They are for the rich, and we could do
without them. Eat dear; you musS be
hungry"
Gavreel had never tastel such danties
yet he ate sparingly of them, and piled
up very carefully at one side ths greater
portion of what Felicie had heapel on his
plate.
SIS this all for me?" he asked.
"Ali for you? Yes, certainly; and why
do you not eat it?''
II would like to keep it for Dyala."
$50 you shall, dear heart, and eat
plenty besides, in honor of this day"
"What day" asked Gavreel
My dear mothers birthday"
WAS she born today | thought you
said she died"
''She was born to her new life in heaven
this day" said Felicie smiling and look
ing upwards.
Tell me about her" pleaded Gavreel.
But first l will see if my Dyada has
come"
He ran out, but soon returned TO say
that there was no sign of his coming. He
looked so sad and disappointed that
Felicie began to tell him about her
mother, while her fingers busily shaped
flower, ,and leaves The child listened in
wonder to her talk of God and heaven
and angels. To interest him more, she
placed her favorite pictures before him.
and he asked a thousand questions about