Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1898-09-29
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All! mon enfant, We each console6
the other. But let us sit down an6
talk. 1 forgot you, though, ma pauvre
Marguerite, pardon me; you are very
wet, my child"
Not very said the little girl
blushing; my stockings will dry in
the sun. See, here comes papa"
A pleasant-looking man, of three
and thirty, came striding over the
rocks toward them as she spoke.
'Ho. Miss Maggie. so you have
been in the river, I hear, frightening
the fishes, Ell? What do you say
madame? should she not get hel
things dried?"
st fear she will en-cold herself
said madame, a1xiously. perhaps.
monsieur, we had better return at
once"
Maggie interrupted. however.
But, papa, madame has met a
friend. The young lady who helped
me out of the water knew madame
at Paris"
"Ah, indeed" and the gentleman
took off his hat to Esperance. while
madame gravely introduced Mon
sieur Henderson and Mademoiselle de
Mabillon"
"I hardly know how to thank you
enough for helping my little girl" he
SAID, pleasantly 81 hope madame
will instill into Maggie some of the
ready adroitness of your nation. But
as to these wet Clothes" he contin-
ued, turning to Nine. Lemercier.
Suppose I take Maggie back to the
inn, madame, and let her dry them by
tho fire; we shall be back in an hour,
and you will like to have some talk
with Mademoiselle de Mabillon."
Monsieur is too good, but it will
prevent you from searching for the
ferns. Let me take Marguerite
back
"No, no: I will find ferns on the
way" said Mr.. Henderson, good-na-
tpredly eve will be back in an
hour. Come, Maggie"
"a good gentleman, kind gentle
lItoH, SctIb 4hIIS. I<ClllClNiCls lClclpo-
ire into french, as she waved her
last farewell to Maggie and her ia
Their "She is my little pupil, Mar
guerite, you know, and a very amia-
bic little girl. But ma chere, come,
tell me all that has happened to you
you are thin, my poor child, thin
ner than in the siege; that is very
w-cng: and you are altered, ali, very
much altered: there is more of the
angel in your face; it is no more
naughty little piece of humanity; Won
must have suffered, my poor little
one. But I fear you grow too good,
and then you will die: keep a little
naughtiness, ma chere do not become
too much like saint"
Esperance laughed merrily.
do not fear that, madame: I as
sure you there is too little danger.
I have had an illness; that is why I
an? thin"
IAN illness? All! I was sure you
would suffer from the effects of that
siege, it was rigorous, too trying for
one so young. I myself have never
felt so we'll since that time Of star
walton. But tell me of Gaspard,
mon enfant."
HE is in Ceylon, on coffee plan
tation," said Esperance, and she told
Nine Lemercier all the details Of
Gaspard's letter. Madame noticed
that there we're tears in her eyes.
"Ah! ma chere. we women have our
part in the hardness of life; it is not
easy to be left behind" she said,
cgcntly laying her hand on Esper
ance's. But we must have courage,
my child, and it is easier for us, for
we know they are strong, whereas
they know that we are weak and I'M
protected. You heard Of course of
monsieur's arrest?"
Eyes, dear madame; Gaspard told
me. But do let me hear what hap
pened to you after we left"
All chere' what a history il isl a