New-York tribune., 1901-12-08

caught hls breath, and began eagerly:
''AIademoiselIe''-
Call me Marie
Marie | DO amuse myself. There are many
things military nanoauTres, evoluuonS.
ceremonies. and 50 on. that interest me HIS
dreamy eyes frightened sometimes. early Il!
the morning-before lessons begin-I stand at
the open window when they are changing the
guard in the Palm the courtyard Ana /
listen to the music and watch the movements
OF the soldiers. and if one has FURNISHED his
breast.lare badly or buckled his belt awry /
send fer the officer and the man Is punished, Tor
soldiers should obey the Regulations
Marie ciapped her hands.
Go on 90 on she cried. Just now YOU said
YOU didn't believe i'll fairies. and now you aFt
telling a fairy tale You are the very queefest
little boy! You sending for the officer, Oh do
go on, Make up more:
Il viii go on hut l do not make up the boy
said He pointed to a rock with an overhanGlng
canopy fringed with alee- Let as SIT down
1t looks just Ike throne." Marie threw her
here at my feet she commanded And the
King obeyed He looked at the bare brown
i will tell you sornr thing else since You wish
IT Last Maundy Thursday l washed the feet
of twelve old men and twelve old women'--
The proud little nostrils dllated Wlth disgust
oh That is horrid story
NO: il IS true-quite true, II was al me
Cathedral Of san Ignacio. The Cardinal-Arch-
bishop held the silver basin. and there MAS a
solemn mass. ] gave the people new clothing
and food: salted fish and ham and cheese. a dole
Of 50 much To each, besides gold and silver IN
little crimson bags. Ii is The royal offering
Then, the next Gay, came the royal pilgrimage
The whole court, dressed in deep mourning
goes out on foot visit all the churches in the
CITY led by the King and Queen. Whether 1t
rains or halls it would be the same This year
il rained. My mother said, when | showed her
how the dripped off my sleeve My son. the
Monarch of Monarchs went shelterlesS in all
weat theirs that souls might find shelter
through Him. Shall the King of lbera grumble.
then. at few drops of rain?
The King of Ibera,'' Marie. who had thrown
herself almost at full length upon her rock, sat
up with a sudden accession of primness-
Pardon MademOiselle; l think not, said the
King.
Marie screamed with laughter.
''Oh. you stiff. stiff poky little priS! Must
nobody know anything but yourself?
The King rose, very pale, and took OH ms cap
''MadernoiselI. Marie, you are unjust. anu
what is nearly as bad. you rude, and ! VIII
leave YOU" He bowed and turned away. but a
sob broke from him. and the blue eyes briTnmed
with tears that Sternly kept back Marie
jumped up >, -
foot jrp,,4riollsIv then uttered Shrek Of pain,
for a sriny. dried sea apple had punished the
poor foot severely The King forgot his resent
Inent and ran back to her
All the horrid. nasty. spky thing,' she cried,
and hurled the echinUs from her Vengefuliy.
Then she sat down. and the King knelt beside
her The wounded foot was solemnly inspected
1t bIeeds" said Marie with quiVering lips,
as n tiny bright red bead followed the with
drawal Of prickle.
Il am so, so sorry. l wish l knew what to do
to make ii we'll"
AT home they would kiss it,, suggest