New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-08-29

tapped gently at my door each morning, say
ing:
The horses are ready. Athena: will you
Gomez
And each day made the same reply:
4 shall not ride again"
He then went alone, dropping the subject until
the next morning, when the same formula would
be repeated. Otherwise all went on as quietly as
before To my surprise and relief, Madam ques-
toned me little on the subject.
when thou art rested thou wilt ride again,
ma chere," she said several times, looking at
wistfully. Philip is lonely without his young
companion
At the end of ten days he lost patience. One
morning he stopped me on my way 20 the gar
den.
Athena" he said. If you ars really de-
termined not to ride again I shall seh the mare"
Very we'll"
I spoke coldly.' but my heart sank. Though 1
did not ride my pretty Czarina saw her every
day. I should miss her sadly-if r., NAMED at
the Hall l had almost resolved to eaye-al-
most! Nadam's happiness had begun 10 depend
upon my companionship I had become at
tached to her, and for another reason was not
anxious to be gone.
Il beg your pardon, my child, foI my vio-
ience. Please forgive me. Athena, and ride with
me again
No"
Then 1 sell the mare"
VERY we'll"
1T is not very we'll but very Ill, and you
know it, Athena! But you are as cold, as stern.
as unforglving as Pallas Athena herself! am
a fool to try to soften marble"
He turned and left me, but before reached the
garden gate he again at my side.
Il am going to town, and shall tell all the
7 haf iS sale
want her already. If, however, speaking slowly
and impressively, you should in the mean while
change your mind even at the eleventh hour,
tell Burke and the mare is yours" Burke was
the head coachman and my friend.
I bowed.
You quite understand, Athena?"
I thought I did.
Even if a purchaser comes to the
and decides to buy the casting vote is still
yours. And, if you wish to keep her-well you
become the owner of Czarina."
He was gone. l. left to regret that was the
arbiter of the mares fate. I tormented myself
by imagining her in the hands of cruel mas
ter, then laughed at my fears. SO valuable a
creature would be we'll treated for moneys
sake When Madam and paid daily visit
to the horses, Czarna had never looked more
lovely, nor showed more affection, 1 thought
She leaned her gentle head against my shoulder
before searching in my pocket for her lump of
sugar. Why had Philip made parting with her
a necessity? Burke, a solemn person, eyed me
reproachfully I thought.
Three days passed. On the morning of the
fourth I descended to the kitchen. Norah was
to teach me how to make a wonderful cake-a
great favor, as she was loath to part with the
secrets of her art
1T is Friday, Norah." 1 said, gayly. Shall
have any luck, do you Think"
I'm not shuperstitious meseIf," said Norah,
loftily. Fridays as good as another do be
thinkin'"
Tomorrow is the first of September" I
said.
Yes" signing. Summers gone. sure enough.
Miss Dean. 1 think maybe, We'll make wan
pattypan, or tree four. Some of your friends
will be glad an proud to taste this same" She
looked slyIy at me- I'VE won't be after putin
all our eggs in wan baskt!'
I knew of whom Norah was thinking. Mr..
Thorpe's vacation began that night.
It's queer thing. Miss Dean" she went on,
as she hustled about making preparations for
our great work, that me own cake don't never
please me, It's me mothers that suits. Some
times feel I must have a bit, and then 1 can't
seem to get fill. 1 remember last March
whn the Boss give a couple of days off TO
visit me parints. 1 ate much me mother
thought I'd bust wild the cake l put in me-"
She laughed Me parints live further up the
rivera bit back in the country, forninst the
Highlands. as they mountains do be called. 'Tis
on bit sidetrack Of railroad, after YOU quit
the New-York train. not far from the flag sta
ton in the fields Lend me the loan of your
lantern l says to the station master. an I'll go
cross-tields home I'd black silk. me
velvit cape an me Sunday hat fine with feath
ers, and them barbed wire fences Civ me some
tall trouble. Miss Dean but the ploughed field
forninst the house worst! I'd on me new
kid boots they was snug in the fit of them an
me feet that finder First foot sunk in.
then tother. an on I wint like an old COW in
bog till reached me parints door, Murphy. he
barked Be quiet there. We noisy spalpeen'
says me mother-an' in I whit Glory be- tbs
Norah hersilfr says my mother For the love
of hivin,' says 1, Civ me some cake afore she'd
finished letting the great screech out of her from
surprise at the sight Of
Norah stopped speaking. her face grew scarlet
and she contorted her features into horrible
grimace. darling out her tongue repeatedly. lily
back was toward the window that she faced