Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-09-14

II VIII return in minute or two"
she called back from a region which
Pere Beret well knew was that Of the
pantry. Don't get impatient and go
away!"
Pere Beret laughed softly at the pre-
posterous suggestion that he would
even dream of going out in the rain,
which was now roaring heavily on the
loose board roof, and miss, cut OF
cherry pie "a cherry pie of Alice's
making! And the Roussillon claret,
too, was always excellent. "Ah, child,
he thought, your old father is not go
ing away
She presently returned. bearing on a
wooden tray ruby stained pie and
short, stout bottle fanked by two
glasses.
"Of course I'm better than some
times appear to be- she said almost
humbly, but with mischief still in her
voice and eyes, land shall get to be
very good when have grown old. The
sweetness Of my present nature is in
this pie
She set the tray ON three legged
stool which she pushed close to him.
"There, now" she said, 'let the rain
come. You'll be happy, rain or shine,
while the pie and wine last, I'll be
boulld'
perc Beret fell to eating right heart
lily, meantime handing Jean q liberal
piece of the luscious pie.
ct is good, my daughter, very good.
indeed" the priest remarked with his
mouth full. Mime. Roussillon has not
Alice filed a glass for him. 1t was
Bordeaux and very fragrant. The bou-
quet reminded him Of his sunny boy
hood in France, Of his journey up to
Paris and Of his careless, Joy brimmed
youth in the gay city. How far away,
how misty, yet how thrillingly sweet it
all was. He sat with half closed eyes
awhile, slipping and dreaming.
The rain lasted nearly two hours, but
the sun was out again when Pero
Beret took leave Of his young friend.
| They had been having another good
natured quarrel over the novels, and
Nine. Roussillon had come out on the
veranda to JOIN in.
eve. hidden every book Of them, J"
said madame, stout and swarthy
woman, whose pearl white teeth were
her only mark of beauty. her voice
indicated great stubbornness.
Good. good: you have done your
very duty, madame" said Pere Beret,
/ with immense approval in his charm
| ing voice.
but, father, you said awhile ago
that should have my own way about
this" Alice spoke UP with spirit, land
on the strength Of that remark Of
yours I gave you the pie and wine.
You've eaten my pie and swigged tho
wine, and now
| Pere Beret put on his straw cap. ad-
justing it carefully over the shining
dome out OF which had come 50 many
| thoughts OF wisdom, kindness and hu-
| man sympathy. This done. he gently
/ laid hand on Alice's bright crown OF
hair and said:
"Blcss you, my child. win pray t.
1 the Prince OF Peace for you as long as
| I live, and I will never cease to beg
the Holy Virgin to intereede for you
and lead you to the holy church"
/ He turned and went away, but when
he was no farther than the gate Alice
called ont:
"oh, Father Beret, l forgot to show
you something!'
She ran forth to him and added IN .
low tone::'
"You know that Nine. Roussillon haa
hidden ell the novels from me-"
She was funbling to get something
1 out of the loose front of her dress.
'sWeil, just take a glance at this, VIII
] your and she showed him 4 little
leather bound volume, much cracked
/ along the hinges of the back.
Pere Beret frowned and went his
way shaking his head, but before he
reached his little hut near the church
he was laughing in spite Of himself.
4 "She's not so bad, not so bad ne
thought aloud It's only her young,
independent spirit taking the bit for q
wild run. In her sweet soul she Is as
good rs she is pure
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