The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-01-27

be she'll off with me to town some
fine night"
where's mother?"
I'm glad your meditations have
brought you to think OF her"
II was estimating how much the bill
for the room will be. OF course III
pay it,"
/ "Oh, never mind that. l paid It, I'll
deduct the amount from your next
months allowance. Your mother has
Madcmoisellc Rochet with her. l
haven't seen her since noon. Made
moisclle 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. 1.
"Am child, to be treated in this
way? Ill make mother give me some
money and go back to the hotel.
Deamish and LamlSid are better COM
pany than the governor. Cad! /
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 first 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 dress
maker"
With that he went upstairs and
found a room where his bag and his
trunk had been placed.
Suppose this is my den. I'll make
myself presentable and go down and
see the creature. Lamkid says know
her. What nonsense! couldn't know
dress-maker-not in this country"
Just then he heard 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. Will you not wait and go
over to the hotel with us?''
mo, 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 a 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 to
steady his nerves and to check the pro-
fuse perspiration that had broken out
on his hands and face. Then the door
below opened again, and he heard his
mothers step.
"Are you up there, Royal?"
He managed to say, "Yes."
Aren't you well, dcar?'
Certainly am. I'll be down pres
entity
'Your voice seemed so changed, /
was afraid you were unwell. Shall I
come up?'
''No, mother. I'll come down at
once
1t was best so. Best learn the worst
at once, and put bold face on the
matter He had often thought
this meeting might some day
come. 1t had come in way that was
more cruel than the most relentless
fate could invent. Somehow the idle
ness, the responsibility, the sense of
safety and comfort he had enjoyed on
the yacht seemed already far away in
the past.
The young man came slowly down
thes tairs, and in nerveless way kissed
his fond and foolish mother.
''Come into the parlor, Royal, and
rest. You look dreadfully tired.
Yachting is terrible strain on the
nerves"
"Let me go out of doors, mother" 2
mo. Come in here where it is cool
and quiet. .tone, insist. All, Made
moiselle, just going My son has re-
turned. Let me present him. Made
moisellc Rochet, my son, Royal Yard
sticlxie."
The woman drew herself up and
then bowed very low in silence. Not
sign on her handsome face that she
cared in the slightest degree for the
young man. He, on his part, hardly
raised his eyes, and merely shufiied
his feet in an attempt at a bow.
"Glad-meet Mademoiselle. After
| noon"
Thank you for the honor. must
go, madame. l will return very soon
and finish all there is to do to make
everything just right"
'Oh, thank you, Mademoiselle. You
are very kind, I'm sure"