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

"You wish to make me cry" he said.
II an afraid of you OI. do let me 70 to
my own Dyada. He never made me cry +"
Poor Fe!icie was struck with rcmorse.
"How could !? How could ~ she ask ID
herself 80 dear little la DO not fear
How could know that you had never
learned the story before? Come, we will
80 together an s.e ii Dyala has come"
No, he had 40. curae, but Gavreel would
not recent II with her. He chose to creep
into his own cold bed and wait and wait.
5 me hours later Felicie knocked
softly at his door. There was no answer,
and she said to hers Ifs "He has come;
they are both asleep"
The next morning she arose curly and
cleaned and busted her little room, pol
Ished her chairs, ,r her one chair, and the
chest of drawers whereon was piled her
wealth of wers She then knelt and
devoutly said her morning prayers. Some
lime afterwards she donned her ancient
little cloak, AMI close black hood, tied a
black shawl over it, and under her pretty
little chin, took her beads and her
prayer book, and her bit of candle to
light herself out of the dark hall, and
hurried to church.
She had time to say a good many de
cades of her bea Is, and yet there was no
sign of the doors being opened. She
usually arrived before the time, so she
thought nothing of that; but she began
to feel the cold ami got up off her knees
to walk up and down to keep herself
from freez ng 1t was very dark, but she
fancied there was a figure of some kind in
one corner, near the side door. She ap-
pr ached to assure herself, and 10! there
all huddled up was little Gavreel, wait
ing to get into the church to warm him
self
My Dyada said I might come" he
pleaded in excuse.
Il shoul think you might, indeed"
she answered, cheerily; "but you must
have made mistske, and got up too
early. Wait--I will 20 and ask the gate
porter to tell me what o'clock it is"
She hurried off and soon came running
back. "A good hour yet, my dear, Come
we shall have plenty of time to get warm
before mass begins Let us run"
Gavreel could hardly move, he was so
benumbed with cold; but she helped
him, and unresistingly led him to her
lit lie room, and wrapped him up, and
put him on the bel. He was soon asleep,
and she left him there sleeping, and went
10 mass. He was still sleeping when she
returned, and she sat down to her work.
deferring the preparation of her break
asst till he should be awake to share it.
To pass the time she chanted to herself
sacred hymns in low sweet tone-the dear
old Polish hymns of long ago. Gavreel
was awake and listening to her for long
time ere she was aware of it. He lost
patience, and he seemed to have forgotten
his fear of the night previous.
Before he could be prevailed upon to
eat Gavrrel went once more to look out
for some signs of Dyada, but he came
back with the same sad story, no sign of
him. And 50 passed break fast, dinner,
supper; and in spite of the church music,
his play with the schoolboys, and Felicie's
stories, Gavreel could not for an instant
forget that Dyada came not
In the midst of the hilarious schoolboy
game he would suddenly stop and look
wistfully up the road by which the old
man had departed. When the street
lamps were lighted he crept into his cold
little room and flung himself on the bed
In sort of dumb hopelessness. He did
not cry; indeed Felicie learned later that
he never criel He had meyer been seen
to relieve his childish heart by tears or
sobs. When in pain, or anger, or grief,
he hid his childish face and thought his
thoughts out in dumb silence. She
sought him soon after nightfall and
.ound him thus, silent, cold, pensive.
She had much ado to make him rise
and accompany her, for he feared to be
absent Tor an instant lest his Dyada came
He kept fancyin he heard his steps and
Insisted upon opening the door at every
slightest sound. The bitter cold air
blew in upon him, yet he felt it not, and
begged so hard to be permitted % go nome
and wait there that she had to yield an
unwilling consent. She insisted how
ever, on making little fire upon her own
responsibility, but it would take a long
time TO expel the cold and damp from the
room.
When morning broke and she went
10 bring him to his breakfast she
.ound him very feversh and ill. He
staggered as he tried to follow her, and
when the door was locked and he tried
to hide the great iron key ae usual in his
bosom, fearing that his pocket was not
sufficiently safe. he could not hold it, and
it fell with resounding noise upon the
stone hoor.
Let me put it away for you" said
poor Felecie, who was sadly troubled at
the sight of the poor lad.
Il promised not to part with it," he
answered.
She helped him to put it away and then
led him in and did what she could to
make him comfortable. But he sick kenei
sorely in spite of her wise remedies, and
before night he was delirious, Felcie
was just putting on her black hood to
run for help when ii heavy step on the
stone floor with )ut and IA heavy thump of
II heavy stick against II neigh boring door
told her that Dyada had come at last
Gavreel heard nothing. Felcie hurried
out to prepare the old man for the sad
news of his boys illness.
II feared it," he said. "You are the
good flower maker | know; and l thank
you for all you have done for him. May
| see hm?"
She led him in. The old man had
walked thirty miles that day, but this did
not deter him from working all night on
the tender invalid, who ut length seemed
to recognize the touch of the caressing
hand and murmured My Dyada."
The old man shook his head in silence
Felcie tried to encourage him by saying
the malody was only n cold, which would
be all right in Il few days, but the vener-
IL bln watcher was not deceived