The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1898-11-24

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low voice. Il trust much better,
Caussidiere gazed at the ouest;o
with no very amiable expression
DO you say Madame Caussid,ou
How do you know that there is snch
person." "u'h
The girl shrugged her shoulders
Your wife or your mistress, it Is al,
the same. You know whom 7 mosa
monsieur"
''She is better, them -.
"And the little garcon?"
quite WELL" answered Causs,d,ou
passing out into the street.
Leaving Mouche dor behind b,,,
and passing along the banks ~ ~
Seine, Caussidiere crossed the r;ra
and reached the neighborhood of -
Palais Royal. From time to time h
exchanged nod or a greeting with
some passer-by, generally a nersor
much more shabbily attired than hin,
self. Lingering among the arches NJ
purchased one or two journals from ,hs
itinerant vendors, and then passed SLOW
ly on till he reached a narrow hac,I
street, before one of the doors of whcI
he paused and rang a bell. The dooI
being opened by man in his shirt
sleees, who greeted him with "bon
soir," he passed up dingy flight on
wooden stairs till he gained the second
floor, which consisted of three rooms
en- suite, a small salon, a bedchamber
and smaller bedchamber adjoining
In the salon which was gan
Oily but shabbily furnished in red
velvet, with mirrors on the walls. a |
young woman was seated sewing. and
playing near to her was a child about
a year and a half old. Both mother
and child were very pale and delicate
but both had the same soft features
gentle blue eyes and golden hair.
The woman was Marjorie Annan-l
Marjorie with all the lightness and
happiness gone out of her face. which
had grown sad and very pale. As|
Caussidiere entered, she looked I'D
eagerly and greeted him by his Chris
tian name. The child paused timidly
in his play.
You are late, Leon" said Mario
RE, in French. Il have waited in all
day, expecting you to return"
Il was busy and couldn't come"
was the reply. ANY letters?"
NO, Leon"
Caussidiere uttered an angry excla-
nation, and threw himself into an
armchair.
The old woman had better take
care" he cried. Nearly a week has
now passed and she has not replied to
my note-that is, to yours. And we
want money Internally, as you know"
Marjorie sighed, and her eyes filed
with tears.
why are you crying" demanded
her husband, sharply. Because you
have an unnatural mother, who would
rather see you starve than share her
wealth with you, or with the child"
mo, no. it is not that" answered
Marjorie. Miss Hetherington has
been very good. She has given US a
great deal already; but we require so
much, and l am sure she is not so rich
as you suppose"
She is a miser, tell you" returned
Caussidiere. What she has sent you
is not sufficient for an ordinary semp-
stress wage. She had better take
care! If she offends me, look you, |
could bring her to shame before all the
world"
At this moment there was knock
at the room door, and the man who
had admitted Caussidiere entered with
a letter.
"A letter for madame" he said.
Marjorie took the letter, and, while
the man retired, opened it with trem-
bling hands. Her husband watched
her gloomily, but his eye glistened as
he saw her draw forth bank order.
"Well?" he said.
1T is from Miss Hetherington-from
my-mother! Oh, is she not good!
Look, Leon! An order upon the bank
for thirty pounds"
Let me look at it," said Caussldlhre'
rising and taking it from his Wites
hand. Thirty pounds! 1t is not
much. Well, what does the old wom-
an say"
II have not read the letter"
Let me read it," he said, taking
from her and suiting the action to the
words.
II was q longish communication
Caussidiere read it slowly, and his race
darkened, especially when he came "
the following words:
IF you are unhappy, come back "
me. Remember your home is always
here. Oh, Marjorie! my BARN! new