The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-02

she was nemmlng. AT the SOunu OF ina
impelling young voice she rose, swep
Liza's bright face with look of cage
curiosity and awaited further orders
1t was hard to believe that this youn,
lady with her gloved hands and impe
rious ways was little Liza Martin, VIII,
had been born down in the quarter lot
You can go, Suzanne You can keeI
busy too. Weigh those crab apples fo
the jelly. l will measure the sugaI
when l come out. -
A wasted moment was the worst ol
crimes in Mrs. Strong's kingdom Su
zanne went out, closing the door noiso
lessly behind her.
A wondering smile broke over Liza s
face.
And so that is black Suzanne! How
tall and stately she is. She looks like
an Indian princess Gabrielle and | used
to call her Pocahontas and teach her our
lessons at second hand She looks much
more like an Indian than negro
suppose she is invaluable after all these
years of training Mother tells me she
is quite an accomplished maid-sews
does your hair, preserves and does lit
tie of everything -
Suzanne is very well i'm her way, :"
Mrs. Strong said CURLY She was FUN
bling among the papers ON her desk for
her eyeglasses They Were rarely ever
just where she could lay her hand on
them
"And mother tells me old uncle Dol
bear is still driving you.
Liza was purposely multiplying
words. Mrs. Strong had found her
glasses and poised them accurately upon
the bridge of her delicate nose She was
scrutinizing Eben Martins daughter
with that cool deliberation that finds
its only justification in acknowledged
social superiority She was devoted
adherent of the hereditary theory. There
was delicacy and n refinement in this
girls personality that offered an in
tensely interesting physiological study.
Liza afterward informed Strong that
she was prepared to give an accurate
description of a fy's sensation under
the microscope
"Dolbear is still active and hale. Z"
1t came to Mrs. Strong slowly that a
had been made and perhaps po.
likeness demanded reply, but this
young PERSONS self possession was, UNI
der the circumstances, a trifle disturb
ing. She had completed her physiolog-
lcal survey so she took off her gold
glasses.
1t is of yourself and your own af.
fairs desire to talk, Eliza. You have
been exceedingly ceremonious with me
since your return. "
Liza met the issue with n pretty GEES
ture of despair Why should she submit
10 the probe held in that delicate, artistic
ratio hand
Il have no affairs worth discussing.
Mrs Strong. My mother has urged my |
coming up to the house, but asked her
Why and she could not say. No one
lere needs me now. Mile Moncrief was
never tired of telling me that was
brought up from the quarters to study |
With Gabrielle because she needed the |
stimulus of competition. The taunt |
made very little impression on me in !
hose days. Either must have been "A |
lreadfully spiritless little animal or |
Use love carried us triumphantly over |
very social barrier. We knew nothing !
lbout class distinctions then, my dar- |
ing and l. She loved me and / loved !
Ter. s~~ss
p my daughter was very fond of you,
.hild. 1t was by her request that all
Ter things were sent to you," said the |
mistress of Sans Souci in the softest, |
addest of voices
Liza's eyes were luminous with I'M
he'd tears.
Il know, know. miss her so. / go
o see her every day
There was something weird in this
oul communing. The narrow literal
less Of Mrs. Strong's comprehension re-
oiled from it.
"You go TO see whom, Eliza? / don't
,rasp your meaning.
Gabrielle, my dearest-out there |
lnder the pine trees in the lonely old
,urying ground on the point. She is
more real TO me than you are, with your
hairs and your blue veined
emplesi more real to me than my
mother, who has accumulated flesh and |
cars. Lookp With hand that trem-
lied pcrcCpibly she touched a bunch Of |
,luo pcrIwinIslCs pinned at her waist
L gathered them at the foot Of her
rave. They remind me of her eyes. ]
90 out there and tell my darling every.
hing. J should stifc TO death, else. She /