Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1904-02-13

ing out Of the parlor window, turned
quickly as he heard a light step. How
is the throat this morning? Surely
you are not going out on such a day2"
Il am going to the wilderness to
see poor child who Is ILL.,"
The doctor frowned. "Why not send
grapes and oranges?"
THE child loves me-" said the prima
donna. II cannot send grapes and
oranges. / must go myself"
very well, I'll call cab. AS your
medical adviser, l must beg leave to
accompany you
They bought fruit and violets and
a white and yellow puppy, which a
man on the curbstone happened to of
fer to the prima donna at a ridiculous
ly low price. She cuddled it in her
arms and talked foolishly to it all the
way to the station.
The train rumbled along slowly,
making frequent stops. The prima
donna sat on distressing plush seat
beside a corpulent woman with a mar
ket basket, and gazed out at dreary
suburbs. The doctor sat in the bag
gage ear and held the white and vel
low pup
AT last they were abandoned at
forlorn little station beside the track.
The road ran south from the plat
form, sklrting the edge of a mysteri-
Gus brown wood, and losing Itself over
the top Of hill. The prlma donna
led the way with the air of an in
trepid explorer. Her fine eyes bright
ened, an unwonted color flushed her
cheek, and she made naive remarks
about the scenery. They passed
through a field where the whitening
stalks floated pennOns and the ground
was silvery with stubble, and reached
the farmhouse, where a child's pale
little triangle of face peered eagerly
from the window.
"She will surely come" Fleurette
had said. ''She will come. You do
not know my ma'm'selle She never
forgets. She will comew
"Fleurette! Fleurette, 1t is |. your
own ma'm'selle. And here is gen
tleman who is dying to make your
acquaintance, and a beautiful puppy.
so new he is not even namedw
Il knew you'd comer' said Fleur-
cite.
The prima donna and the doctor sat
by her sofa, and she looked from one
to the other wisely.
do you miss me, ma'am'selleP
How do you get along without me at
the performances"
YES, yes; | miss you, Fleurette.
and we get along very indiferently
indeed without you"
Listen. They are kind to me here
kind. But | cannot love them as
love you and Chum and Nine. Bar
toll. l miss you so that I lie awake
in the night to cry. Do you think 7
shall get well soon? And have no
more pain?"
Il am sure of It," said the prima
donna smilngly.
And may | return and NOT ba ,oDa-
ly any more, but very happyY
Not be lonely any more. but very
happy" repeated the prima donna.
sun smiling, but biting her lip.
Later they We're in the kitchen. The
prima donna was making Cruel, and
the doctor was making love. She had
Drown gingham apron about her
waist and also the doctors arm. She
gazed into the saucepan, sighed deep
~, and stirred the meal and water.
can nothing be done?" she asked.
Perhaps. l will consult with a
specialist butt have never seen you
like this before, dearestr'
This is not my real self. am
masquerading in a new role that is
all"
why would you appear to be Gym
icAlr
Conscious that she was not pretty
when she really cried, the prima don
ma tried to wink back her tears. but
unsuceessfully, and was reduced 10
wiping her eyes with the apron.
Il love you," said the doctor. he
WAS so strong she felt like a child in
hls hands.