The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1898-09-29

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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?-and she
was buried yonder in the kirkyard
when | was little child
. And you think she was your moth
err"
They say so, monsieur, but do not
think it is true
MOI"
Il have gone to her grave and stayed
by it. and tried to think they are right,
but I cannot aye come away as |
did tonight and look at AMMAN Water
and feel it more my kin"
"Marjorie!"
Yes, monsieur"
II 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 herself 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
| first saw you / knew that; then
heard your story, and it interested me.
| 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. Il
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; lit is not Mr. Lor-
raine who pays for my schooling, but
Miss Hetherington.'
is that so?"
Yes; that is so. Mr.. Lorraine did
not wish to have me taught beyond my
station; but Miss Hetherington said l
must learn"
Caussidiere seemed to reflect pro-
foundry.
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
cigar and watched Marjorie through
the clouds of smoke. Presently the
| clock in the church tower struck the
hour, and Marjorie started.
Il 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.-shall | not walk with
! you to the manse, little one?"
Marjorie shook her head.
Il would rather walk there alone"
The FrenchmaI shrugged his Shout
| ders.
"Eh bien. since you wish it I will
| think you are right. Goodnight, my
little friend and au revoir."
He took the hand which she had OK
! tended toward him, raised it toward
his lips, then patted it as if he had been
| patting the fingers of 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
| drew it away, but she said softly:
| Good night, monsieur, God bless
YOU" at which the Frenchman kissed
i hnr hand npain thnn Turning alinklu