The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1904-05-13


steamer, but he was not there l have
sought for him in vain. l can only
fear that he must be dead"
But you speak English we'll"
"Do II" Desirees face frightened.
"T was at an English school near
Paris for four years"
81 should think that you might get
a place as teacher"
Desiree shook her head.
81 have tried. l answered adver-
tisements for governess-then for a
seamtress, but nobody would take me,
for knew no one and had no recon-
mendations. have been here selling
bouquets for a week, but l earned SO
nttle-oh, so little! Sometimes l
went to bed without my supper be-
cause l had not penny to buy it,"
Bob was silent. Somehow his heart
ached for this poor young creature
with the dove-like blue eyes, and the
fresh pink and white complexion.
81 hope Lizzie will have the good
sense to like her" he thought; but
there's no accounting for the freaks
of women"
1t was nearly dark when they reach
ed Olive Hill; quite so when the car
riage that had been sent to the sta
ton to meet the train, deposited them
at Mrs. Foulke Ferrars' door.
did you bring me girl. Bob?" was
his sisters first question, hurled at
him through the darkness.
YES, l did,
Bob triumphantly produced Desiree.
Mrs. Ferrars eyed her keenly. seemed
not displeased with her youth and
bushes, asked one or two kind ques-
tions, and then delivered her over to
the care of the housekeeper. grim
old Scotch widow.
where did you get her, Bob?-at
the French intelligence ofice?"
"Oh, l picked her up" said Bob,
evasively.
did she have a good recommends
tion?"
Illustrate" was the reckless an
swer
Written"
"No, verbal
Where did she live 1ast?"
But Bob at this point went off into
ecstasies over the first tooth of his
niece, small morsel c. humanity
some eight or nine months old. Mrs.
Foulke Ferrars fell at once into the
trap, and Desiree's references" were
forgotten
The French girl proved quick,
handy waitress, ready to learn, and
singuarly graceful. Everybody liked
her. and Bob best of all.
Upon my word Bob" said Mr. Fer
rars. one day, when the dessert was
placed upon the table, and Desiree
had withdrawn, you do nothing but
stare at the little Persistence! 1 do
believe you are falling in love with
her!"
Nonsense" said Mrs. Ferrars,
glancing quickly up. Bob is far too
sensible for such a piece of Quixotism
as that"
81 do not know that it would be
Quixotism," said Bob, stoutly. "She's
certainly pretty"
"She is not LADY,"
"But l maintain that she is LADY,"
what absurdity, Bob"
"Well, then, will you be good
enough to tell me what constitutes a
lady"
Naturalization
"Desiree is educated and refined"
"She is only servant"
81 maintain that she is lady for
all that"
Bob chung so resolutely to his view
of the subject that Mrs Ferrars took
the first opportunity to tell her hus-
band confidentially that she thought
she should send Desiree away.
what for?" calculated Foulke Fer
rars, open-mouthed.
"Oh, dear!" said his wife. petulant-
ly; men are so stupid. Don't you
See that Bob is falling in love with
lher?"
That's rather hard on the poor girl,
isn't it, to punish her for Bob's folly%
Mrs. Foulke Ferrars' face grew
rigid
81 shall discharge her." she said. ga
servant has no business to be prettier
and more attractive than others of
her caste, and saw Bob talking to
her last night in the garden"
So when Mr. Robert Morrison came
home from the city the next night, a
tall, freckle-faced young man.. a
neprew of the Scotch housekeeper,
was waiting on the table, and he look
ed in vain for the light-footed blue
eyed French girl.
where is Desiree?" was his first
question.
II have discharged her"
Bob's brow grew dark. but Mrs. Fer
rars met his eye with bold defiance.
what was this for?" he asked,
sternly.
Bob you know you were getting
too fond of her. l have some regard
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