The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1894-11-16
CHAPTER VIII.
Vvon me- vv.s<aur

"And when did you first discover that
I was little bit necessary to your hap.
pinessy' Sir Mark asked Ills wife
fondly, half an hour later-a certain
thirty minutes that, to them, in their
new.found happiness, had appeared Us
something less than five.
II think from the very first moment
that I lost you," she answered. with
sweet, soft laugh. glanclng up at him
shyly, with well-contentcd glistenins
eyes. "But this know-that from tho
time our baby came, till now, have
wanted you more than words can tell.
IL only to let you see what q perfect
treasure he is"
"And yet you would not write and
tell me to come to you, you proud little
girl" Sir Mark sail, gazing down with
ireffable tenderness upon the almost
childish figure ut his side. II must I'D
minister lecture to you some Of these
days. to prevent you getting "a fall
But you will take me now to see this
perfect treasure will you not?'
Come" she said, slipping her sMall
fingers into his with delightful sense
of security, and leading the way
through one or two intermediate cham
bers to the nursery, where baby luy In
high state. slumberins peacefully all
alone. Mrs. Ruskin having most oppor-
tunely gone down to the housekeeper's
pantry a moment before. to procure
some accessories for her own comfort.
Lady Warrennc stopped. and raising
the baby from his tiny, rose-lined cot,
placed him in his fathers arms.
"Is he not Beautifully" she whispered,
intense pride and affection quiverlng In
her voice.
HE Isl" said Sir Mark, Us In duty
bound imprinting kiss upon the boys
fair cheek.
After this the mother took him back
again and replaced him in his cosy bed
without disturbing his sleep.
II was glad it was boy" Lady War.
renne said. turning again toward her
husband, and speaking In !hc same
hMshed manner-"so glad-becausc-I
flncied you would prefer It."
Eyes. I am glad 1t is son. He Is
not christened yet, supposed"
"NO; he Is very young, and had not
decided on a name; but now, II you
would like it. Mark, think We might
call him Felix because he has brought
happiness to US ut last"
HE has. my darling" he answered,
drawing her nearer to him-"hnppiness
that. please heaven, shall never again
be disturbed. But think, Katherine.
there is one other name we might put
before even that. Shall we"-here he
hesitated for a moment or two, aud
then proceeded hurriedly-"call him
'Blackwood Felix"
There was a moments pause, and
aH h,SNc tot
tears. threw her arms around her hus.
bands neck.
"Oh. Mark. Markw she sobbed, "you
were always too good for me. my
dear!'
After this little repentant admission
there ensued a somewhat heightened
silence. long enough, at NIL events, to
allow Katherine Warrenne's heart to
pass forever into her husbands keep.
Ing:
"Now you must 20 away and get
yourself ready for dinner" she said,
presently, when she had dried her tears
and called back once more the willing,
radiant smiles. Harriet ordered 1t
early on purpose for you, so you have
little time"
Every well. shall not be moment"
,, Sir Mark answered. opening door
that led into the gallery. "But will
you and. Harriet be civil to me In this
dressg'-glancing at the morning
clothes lie wcr.:.
Eyes. we will, of course, PROMISE
Katherine said, adding with bewitch-
ing little smile and blush. "You look
very nice-to me. Now go up to my
room. the first you will come to, aud
make haste
but do not on any account mcddle
with the rouge or the pearl powder"
Mrs. Charters put In gaily: She was
running up the stairs at the moment
and had overheard the last remark.
"Oh. no fear; shall leave all that to
you tw0w Warrenne answered, prompt
ly, with short laugh as he ran up the
steps with almost boyish elasticity,
such wealth Of Joy surging up within
his heart Us he had never dared to hope
for in this life.
Harriet" cried Lady Warrenne.
when she had drawn her friend Into
the blue sitting-room and closed the
door, "what shall I soy to you2 HOY
Gun ! thank you, when feel but for
y ur goodness we might have gone on
to our lives end without rcconcIlia-
tion? Dearest, my only regret IL that
1t will be impossible for me to love you
better than I do at present"
h II do not want thanks" Mrs. Char
tteris broke III mertily, feeling thorough.
" In her element; your face IL enough
tor ma Any artist would sketch you