Hutchinson gazette., 1899-10-05

were altogether models of correct de-
pertinent. Well, I'm glad wasn't q
last century girl! Besides, haven't
the least bit OF wish In the world to
be dead and buried I'm glad your
sister lives in Brittanyl Brittanys n
good long way off. II she lived In Lon
don suppose we should have to know
herr"
You will be sorry to hear, Miss
Meg, that | Relleve she Is thinking Of
coming to London"
oh! TO llye?"
"Yes--I think so, She went to Brit
tany ten years ago to live with a very
dear friend Of hers, who married and
settled there. Her friend, Madame Ar
maud, 10 n widow now; there is moth
Ing to keep them In Brittany any
longer. They are coming to England
In September-indeed, am going
abroad now to help them to settle
their affairs before they leave"
Meg was tapping the ground softly
with her little pointed shoe, and look
Ing down at II with an absorbed, puz-
zled air, her brows knit in thought.
Madame Arnaud Madame Ar
nnud!' she repeated. Il have heard
Of Madame Arnaud!"
lie did not offer to quicken her
memory. II seemed to mc that an
expression Of annoyance crossed his
face.
What ls II that / have heard?
can't remember" said Meg, raising her
eyes and appealing to him.
There was n distinct note OF impa-
tienco In his grave tone rs he an
swerod her.
Il am sure | can not say What
ever you have heard must have been
In her pralse--thOt one may safely af-
hrm!"
Meg made little gesture Of dIsdaIn.
And does she belong to this CEN
turyY" she asked, after a pause, her
blue eyes looking at him seriously.
"Yes-she belongs to this century"
he said, smiling,
But again, In spite Of his smile, II
struck me that the conversation veXed
him, He was impatient, not at ease.
| had not spoken, but now | felt
sudden need to ask one questionable
same question which indirectly Meg
had asked.
rs she young?" / asked Quckly,
looking at him.
mot what you would call young
Kitty" he returned gently, in u differ
ent tone. "She is 3O--perhaps a little
more than 30. have not seen much Of
her these last ten years, but saw her
for an hour or two last summer; she
was as young then as she was at 20,
She is one Of those women who will |
never grow old When she comes to
London, Kitty, you must know her.
You and she will be good frlends-I |
think So"
81 don't envy Kitty" said Meg In q
stage whisper to her pointed toe rs
she a French woman?" she asked in a
different tone, looking up again.
"No-Englsh." "
And she married n Frenchman,"
said Meg, How horrld! Was he like
the Frenchman one sees upon the
rubbing his hands and
bowling? Why did she marry him?"
Because she loved him, | suppose.
never asked her."
Then why assume that 1t was love?
Very few people marry for love-ex-
cept in books-or so mamma says. Not
that mammals opinion is worth much;
It's her opinion that our dresses should
last two summers, and that the Sec
ond summer, II we look guys, we
should be Contented. All the same, all
people don't marry for love-for in
stance, heard today Of person who
thinks of marrying for very different
motive"
Ho showed no curiosity, nor did he
show much signs Of confusion. Per-
laps he had not heard what Meg said.
He did not seem, indeed, to be heed
Ing her; he was rising now to go.
III one wanted to iall in love-" said
Meg, "one would never choose a
Trenchman, Madame Arnaud-Ma-
lame Arnaudl l wonder where have
heard and what l have heard of Ma
dame Arnaud."