Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-05-02

and tAumped on the panels few min
utes, desisted suddenly and was heard
going sobbing up stairs.
"She is a wildcat" said the botan-
list. moving back to the table, with his
heart FACILITATING little. 81 must
break and form her. Thank God,
have never been married! A child is
irreconcilable with any principle OF
economics ! must mold her ineXora-
bly,. | am bound to her dead parents,
but not to their degenerative system.
She has been spoiled especially by her
mother"
His thoughts swcrvcd with jerk
They ran to-and embraced shall we
say?-a rag of yellow ribbon under
lock and key in his desk over there.
"She is wonderfully like Lucy" he
murmured and went on with his work,
| which he found little savOrless.
Presently came tap ut the door,
| timid one, and after an interval an
other The botanist came to himself
through an algebraic formula and went
and opened it. Outside stood Mary,
bowed and repentant.
"Pleasc," she said, "Im good now"
I'm glad to hear it."
"Please may have Eunice?"
"That barbarous fetch? Certainly
not"
For an instant Mary's expression
seemed to forbode resumption of the
old business. Then she sent piteous
glance in the direction of the dismem
bcred idol, still lying where it had
fallen, and her throat swelled like
widowed birds recalling, lovesick, the
tunefulness Of the merry springtimc.
"May do my task?" she said, with a
weeping courage.
"You can try to make amends, but l
won't have you here. l am very much
displeased."
Mary, pathetically forlorn, took book
and paper and retreated. At the door
she put up trembling lip. "Will you
kiss mc?"
The botanst expiated his blush with
burnt Offering of anger. "Go away"
he said. 81 am displeased, l tell you"
But when Mary had departed he felt
badly at easGH He was conscious of Il
maggot in his brain and likencd his
head to an oak apple. After lunch he
went out for walk. and when he re-
turned Eunice had vanished, and the
house seemed cold and dull
Toward evening rain drummed on
the windows, and after dinner. restless
and dissatisfied, he stood looking out
into the dreary garden. 1t was shad-
owy no light there, and the black, wet
ground shone like eelskin. But under
the laburnum in the far corner was a
broad splotch of wlAteness.
Suddenly his breath caught like n
kink in a running reel He stood a
moment, then stole to the bell
God. Cod" he muttered as he rang
it in scared fashion.
what is that?" he said to the serv-
ant who appeared.
The girl looked and gave a cry.
Its Miss Maryw she said and ran
into the rain, pursued by the botanist.
They found the child soaked, sitting
in her nghtdress and very drowsy.
"Take her-you." whispered the bot
anist 81 am not even worthy to be a
first principle"
The girl carried the child swiftly in
to the sitting room.
Light the gas" she said Impatient
ly and was meekly obeyed.
Then in a moment the botanist rush
cd at the child. slapped and shook her
and seemed to 60 mad.
'Iet her be, you devil" cried the
girl, struggling to defend her charge
but the botanist took no notice of her
for Mary opened her eyes.
"What have you catenY he shrieked
and Mary murmured, "a yellow bees
egg"
Then the botanist seemed to so start,
crazy.
Get mustard, smelling salts, colo
water" he yelled. "rickle her throat
Keep her awake! Fetch the battery"
Battery YOURSELF" snapped the CIR
detantly.
"You fool she's eaten poison-la
burnum seeds! She'll die:'
That was only an expression of opin
ion, for five hours later the botanls
; was talking to Mary quite humbly an(
wistfully as she lay in bed.
"And-and what made you do 1T
Mary"
ut was when l came back from
: burying Eunice, guardian, and there
was nobody left, and then l remenl
bored the paper that you wrote abou
, the cttishine and that you - 70,
wouldn't"-
"Call it yellow bees, Mary, or COLDER
rain and call me uncle, Mary. Ant
you shall have another doll tomorrow
half as big as yourself, effiorescen
and serratcd like a Dresden shep
herdess, and-and"-
: The botanist bent a moment and lief
! the room hurriedly.
"He's made my face wet" though
Mary. "But, darling Eunice-well, sh
was rickety child, after all, poo
dear"
And in the darkness Of his study tn
botanst was murmuring: "Lucy
Lucyv'-Pall Mall Magazine.
The Word Tip.
!. The word is old in the language, a
least of slang, meaning gift or loan
S "Tip me your daddle" Or "tip us you
: flipper" give me your handD, "tip me
S hog" give me a shilling), "tip him
= u,;nl." for n plep')-thnSe are all O