The Yale expositor., 1897-10-22

Adele laughed aloud.
THAT Is so like a man." she said.
"Give her money! I give her money,
who can earn but a few sous by sing
ing at cafe? She would think stole
it. Besides, she does not want money,
monsieur"
Again she turned to go, and again he
detained her.
adele, you see madame very often,
do you not?"
81 go when can. like the boy"
Women can often say a word of
comfort to each other. You won't say
that you ever met me, but IL you can
make her happier by word some
times"
He paused in some confusion, and
held forth a napoleon. Adele laughed
again, and roughly tossed his hand
aside
bah! kindness is not to be bought
from Adele of the Mouche dor. shall
see her often, for, as l said like the
child"
During the few days which followed
Sutherland was like a man entranced
utterly bewildered as to what he
should do
Once or twice he saw Marjorie walk
ing with her little boy in the streets
of Paris, and he fancied that her face
looked more careworn than ever. He
dared not speak to her. 1t would be
better, he thought, to make his pres
anna Gpown IN raneSiJiara y;ua
that gentleman plainly to understand
that unless Marjorie's life were made
more bearable to her. the checks from
Miss Hetherington would inevitably
cease. That would be the only way to
touch Caussidiere's heart-it was the
surest way to proceed, and Sutherland
determined to act upon it.
One morning-some two days after
his interview with Adele-he left his
rooms with the determination to find
Caussidiere. So engrossed was he with
this new idea that for the time being
he forgot all else. He walked through
the streets, along the boulevards. He
was wondering how and where he
should carry out his design, when he
was suddenly startled by the sound of
his own name.
He started, turned quickly, and
found himself face to face with Mar
jorie.
For a moment he could say nothing.
A mist was before his eyes, and his
rising tears choked him; but he held
forth his hands to grasp her trembling
| fingers.
Johnnie" she said, at is really
you! Oh, l am so glad, so glad"
He brushed away the mist which was
binding his eyes and looked at her
again. Her cheeks were suffused, her
eyes sparkled, and sad smile played
about the corners of her mouth She
looked at that moment something like
the Marjorie whom he had known
years before.
The change lasted only for a mo-
ment, then her face became paler and
sadder than 1t had been before, and
her voice trembled as she said:
Johnnie, you must tell me low how
they all are at Dumfries."
She sat down on one of the benches
which were placed by the roadside, and
| Sutherland took his seat beside her.
ct was sitting here" she said, when
I saw you pass. At first 1 could not
believe 1t was you, it seemed so strange
that you should be in Paris, that
should meet friend from Scotland"
The tears came into her eyes again,
and her voice trembled. Turning
her face away, she beheld a pair of
eyes gazing wonderingly up at her.
Leon, mon petit" she said, placing
her hand upon her child's golden curls;
then turning to Sutherland she said:
"This is my little boy"
AS little Leon was not conversant
with English, Sutherland addressed
him in the best French at his COM
mand. He took the child on his knee,
and the three sat together to talk over
old times.
at seems so strange, l can hardly
believe it is real" said Majorie. Tell
me how long have you been in Paris,
and how long will you stay?"
How long l shall stay l don't
know" said Sutherland. 81 have been
here several months"
Several months?" repeated Mario
rie, land see you today for the first
time"
81 thought it would be better for us
both, Marjorie, that l should keep
away"
| Perhaps she understood his meaning,
for she turned the conversation to 9TH
er things. He told her of the changes
which had taken place in Annandale;
that the old servant Mysie lay with the
minister sleeping in the kirkyard; that
| a 1arSe family filled the manse. and