The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-04-07
CHAPTER Iu.-Continued.

CHAPTER H-Continued. ,
In the meantime, just for these few
DAVIS which must elapse before she
had to make her promised call upon
Miss B'royle, she would enjoy the good
things offered to her, and the nap
piness of seeing Ermyntrude IN such
surroundings as princess might de-
light in.
On the following morning breakfast
was laid for her and the little one In
the day nursery adjoining her room.
And when it was over a young house
maid, much pleasanter Of face and
manner than the solemn elder servant
whom she had seen on the previous
day, came in and said that she had
been sent by his lordship to take Miss
Ermyn downstairs.
Beatrice felt g. jealousy about let
ting her baby go down without her.
But as she herself had not been sent
for she dared not accompany the child
downstairs.
"And am to take the young lady's
outdoor things down too, if you please,
ma'am."
With a still more rueful countenance
Beatrice gave the hood and pelisse,
and watched the little one go down,
holding the maids hand and chatter
ing about "dollie." And presently she
saw from the window curious sight,
which filled her foolish heart with fear
and jealousy. Down in the square be-
low she saw Lord Catherington, in his
long overcoat and soft hat, walking
beside her own small daughter, &C
commodating his pace to hers, and
bending down till his long beard
touched the baby's hood to hear the
remarks which she was excitedly MAX
ing.
A pang shot thru Beatrice's heart,
half wonder, half distress. Never be-
fore had the mite allowed anybody but
h >nth RI
was the strange charm by which the
brusque man had already contrived to
fascinate her?
Beatrice could not wait upstairs
when they returned, driving up In q
hanson, as they did some twenty min
utes later, both almost hidden from
view by huge doll, whose dimensions
excited the admiration Of the street
boys.
When they got out. and had the door
opened by the old butler, Beatrice,
. with a very white face, was waiting
for them in the hall:
HE bought dollie. Daddy gave
Ermyn boofer dig dollle!" screamed
the child, as she tried to drag the mag
nificent lady in white silk and fur
across the hall to her mother 9tae1,;+ ant
NANNY now," said Beatrice. reckless
of consequences, while Lord Gather
ington laughed in high good humor.
''Mammy's jealous" he began. And
then it suddenly seemed to strike him
for the first time that TINS tltle slvel
to her governess, combined with the
fact that she addressed him as dad
a dy," was an unfortunate thing. Al
least, we must say, Mrs. Froyle. DC
you think you can say Mrs. Froyle ::
said he, intercepting the child on he1
way, while Green went out 10 pay the
cabman.
Beatrice gave a sort Of gasp. A
every step of the way she had chose1
for herself she was confronted by new
dangers, new distresses. Must sh'
submit to hearing her own child cal
her by a new and strange name?
This matter was soon settled. TIL
viscount beckoned her into the hbrar!
and said, good-humoredly
.By the by, I made a stupid mis-
take when I told the child to call yo1
NANNY That would never do, o
course" ..
"But--" stammered Beatrice, an
"she must call you Mrs. F'royle,
said he with decision. COR by you
Christian name, whichever you like
OF course we mustn't have peopl
talking if we can prevent them. Mos
of these good folk-or bad folk"-h
added in a vicious "knoN
that I'm married, but as my wife doe
not appear, and isn't likely to appear
as far as we can. It won't be so yer
far, I'm afraid" he added. with puz
zled look.
Every WELL" stammered Beatrice g
last. Let her call me Bee then. nc
Mrs. Froyle.'"
won't you? Now for another matte,
I'm sorry to say I've been called ava
on important business. I have to 8
down to Hampshire tomorrow. c
course I can't take Ermyn, because
can't take you yet. You have tn
last unhappy duty to your own child
attend to tomorrow"
"Oh!" escaped from Beatrice's lip
S"Oh, I've made all arrangement
and TIL look after Ermyn myself Will
you're away. It won't be very Ion.
And now to-day must see as much
tie pickle already that I declare
don't like her to be out of my sight
And he turned to the small nit
who was showing dollie to the dog, an
chattering unintelligibly with gre'
zest.
The day passed dizzily for Beatric
She seemed to be living in a drea,
palace, a glorified, transformed worl
where people were not what they al
peared to be, but were beautiful, kim
1y phantoms bearing little likeness
the hard, cold creatures OF everyds
life They wandered, the three
them, easy-tempered, amiable ma
prattling babe, silent, bewildered w
man, thru suites Of gorgeous room
where stately antique furniture, u
covered for their dedication from l
swathings of holland and chfntz, fl
pictures, priceless books, showed VIII
treasures Lord Catherington possess,
and despised.
The stately rooms chilled him,
said. It had been all very well In t!
days of his grandfather, when lavi
hospitality, for which the estate pa
dearly, reigned at Catherington Hou:
when noted beauties showed off the
charms under the soft glow Of wa
lights, and when statesmen, wits a.
poets moved among the brtllia
throng.