The River Falls times. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1894-1933, 1898-09-13

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fitting, perhaps, but for you it is diff
ferent. You are so young and should
be so happy"
"Ah, yes!" sighed Marjorie. 81 am
happy enough"
"And yet you sadden the days that
should be the brightest by wandering
near the dead. Why did you go to the
churchyard, little one?"
why, monsieur? To see my moth
er's grave
your mothers grave? I thought
you did not know your mother?"
"They say she was my MOTHER" re-
turned Marjorie quickly. She was
found drowned in Amman WATERWAYS
it not dreadful, monsieur?- she
was buried yonder in the kirkyard
when l was little child
'And you think she was your moth
err"
"They say so, monsieur, but do not
think it is true
''No?"
81 have gone to her grave and stayed
by it, and tried to think they are right,
did tonight and look at Amman Water,
and feel it more my kin"
"Marjorie!"
Eyes, monsieur"
81 fancy you are right, child; per-
haps your mother lives"
"Ah, you think that?"
More; she is perhaps watching over
you, though she cannot speak. She
may reveal hefself some day"
you believe so, MONSIEUR" repeated
Marjorie, her face Frightening with
joy.
1T is very probable, my child. You
are not of the canaille, Marjorie. When
I first saw you / knew that; then I
heard your story, and it interested me.
l thought, We are strangely alike-we
are like two of a country cast adrift in
foreign land, but our destinies seem
to be one. She is exiled from her kim
dred; I am exiled from my home She
has kindly heart and will understand
me; we must be friends, Marjorie, will
we not?"
He held out his hand, and the girl
took it.
''You are very good, monsieur" she
answered simply.
"Then you must treat me as friend
indeed, little one!" he answered. 81
will take no money for your lessons. 1t
is pleasure for me to teach you, and
and Mr.. Lorraine is not rich"
Mr. Lorraine?" said Marjorie, open
ing her blue eyes; cit is not Mr.. Lor-
raine who pays for my schooling, but
Miss Hetherington.
rs that SOP
Eyes; that is so. Mr.. Lorraine did
not wish to have me taught beyond my
station; but Miss Hetherington said |
must learn"
Caussidiere seemed to reflect pro-
foundly.
Miss Hetherington is philanthropy
ic lady, them"
do you think SO, MONSIEUR"
do not you think so, Marjorie, since
she is universally kind and generous"
"Ah," returned Marjorie, 81 do not
think she is always generous, mon
sieur; but she is very kind to me- Why
she has almost kept me ever since |
was a child"
To this the Frenchman did not reply;
he seemed somewhat disturbed; he lit
a cigar and watched Marjorie through
the clouds of smoke. Presently the
clock in the church tower struck the
hour, and Marjorie started.
81 must be walking home, she said.
She began to move across the bridge.
the Frenchman keeping beside her.
They walked steadily onward, and
now they reached the door of the inn.
Marjorie paused and held forth her
hand.
Goodnight, monsieur" she said.
"Good-night!-sh 1 not walk with
you to the manse, little one?"
Marjorie shook her head.
81 would rather walk there alone"
The Frenchman shrugged his shout
ders.
Eli bien! since you wish it l will
think you are right. Goodnight, my
little friend, and au revoir."
He took the hand which she had ex-
tended toward him, raised it toward
his lips, then patted it as if he had been
patting the fingers of a child; it was
this air of fatherly friendliness which
made her trust him, and which won for
him all the sympathy of her affection
ate heart.
When Caussidiere imprinted kiss
upon her hand she neither blushed nor
5,,o,,y ~ ox,,or 1,11f che caid softly.