The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1895-11-30

shelters are short of money. Ellen has
rocked one baby with her foot on the
cradle has penned up another with two
chairs on their sides, while she fried
the tortillas which were the only dim
ner, because her oven was so full of sill
yer bricks, which were hidden in it,
that she could not use it, for her week
ly baking. That was in the week when
they had had the riot just below them.
at the Sweetwater Gulch; and when
their own priest was drunk and no
body knew in the morning what might
happen before night. But in all such
trials, as in the trials of prosperity,
so much harder to be borne, those five
have always held together"
CHAPTER THE LAST-PARIS
And now, as it happens the last
Thanksgiving of this story is in Paris.
Fergus had been invited, - in a very
civil letter from the president of the
Bank of France, to one more confer
ence on this knotty question, whether
argent shall continue to be rargent.
Shall silver be money? OF course. as
one of the men through whose hands
an immense fraction of it passes every
year, his opinion for the present and
his judgment for the future must be
taken
Fergus had telegraphed to his agent
in Paris as to his wishes for home
for the winter, and the agent had
bought the grand old Hotel De Rosny.
with the pictures-oh such pictures
and the furniture. And to this pleasant
home he and Ellen and the children
and the nurses had gone direct from
the train; and they felt as much at
home as in New Pagua, at Mrs. Odon-
tos. The children might as well say
this, as they had never seen that para
disc. And Ellen had brought out with
her dear old Mrs. Weeks, who could,
with some comfort. compel as good
a squash pie in the elaborate cuisine
of the Hotel De Rosny as Ellen herself
had made in Mrs Odonto's kitchen.
"Only," said Fergus, CALAMITY, sit
has not exactly the finish and the fla
vor."
"Who do you think Is coming?" said
he, as he ran in on Wednesday even
ing. ''Pugh and his wife have just
landed at Brest The 'Pereire' has had
a wonderful trip. They have taken the
night train, so as to be with us to
morrow morning"
And tomorrow is Thanksgiving
day." cried Ellen. Mrs. Weeks and
have contrived everything as if we were
at home. Turkeys, chicken pies MARI
boro buildings, cranberry tarts. Wash
ington pies, nuts, figs and raisins-you
shall not know you are not in South
Slickville"
And Fergus said: GAS soon as heard
Minna would be here, / telegraphed for
Fritz. Here is his answer. He could
not arrive on the regular mail train; but
he has chartered a special engine and is
crossing from Saxony, a hundred kilo-
meters an hour, at this living moment,
to be with you al breakfast time to-
morrow. He does not say, but hope
his little wife is with him"
And his little wife was with him;
and Minna-for the reader sees that
Minna is Mrs. Pugh-Minna and her
husband and that big Ralph were.
happily, at the Hotel De Rosny at
o'clock. And there she met her blushing
new sister; and the big, red faced, red
whiskered Fritz stood behind the door,
and caught his sister and almost crush
ed her in his arms. This time he sur
prised her as much as she had sur
prised him al Santa Madre.
AS they sat, after dinner, just these
six, after going back over every queer
experiment of that wild life of Santa
Madre, and of San Xavier, and Quay
mas and memories of old Father Kino
and the rest, Fergus said: 81 dned
with a queer set yesterday. II was at
/ the minister's-minister of finance you
know. We had this young Rothschild
and monte Cristo's son (who is a quiet,
well informed fellow; speaks English
as well as you do), one of the Van
Beest's people,, the president Of the
Bank of England, and the president of
the Bank of France-only we seven and
the three ladies of the house 1t was
charming to see how they cut the shop.
| You would not have known that there
was silver dollar or a gold Napoleon
in the world. On the other hand, we
almost pretended that the minister had
dug the potatoes with his own hand;
that madam had MIXED the COWS and
made the butter; that Rothschild had
been a-fishing and brought in the
Dorado; and that MISUNDERSTANDING
is her name?-had cooked the whole.
We were Arcadian in our simplicity.
But as we talked after dinner, we all
drew up round the fire-just as if we
had been in England or at homeland
Mile Clara drew out young Rothschild
very prettily. You see there were not
too many of us to talk across the fire.
place and all to join You will guess
that the general talk hushed, by one
of the spells that fall sometimes, when
he said:
oh! my fathers love for the dear
Able passed the love Of angels for each
other
why, cried Ellen, the Able was
the man in the Chateau diff who taught
Monte Cristo language and told him