Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-10-08
CHAPTER III.

OOOO morning, trace lou lOok pet
ter today and May bent and kissed the
pale face on the snowy pillow.
81 feel better, Miss Thurle; but I do
so want to get out again. Don't you
think you could persuade the doctor TO
let me 60 just once round the garden? I
want to see if my roses are out yet The
buds were showing more than y week
ago" and the child sighed as she lifted
her great blue eyes to the face above her,
you must be patient. Grace, for a
day or two longer. Then daresay, DR..
Morton will let you out. Well ask him."
Tears of disappointment welled up into
the innocent eyes, and the child's sensi-
tive mouth quiyered as she struggled to
control her feelings.
"I'll tell YOU what III do, Grace. I'll
go to your flower bed and gather every
blossom that is open. You shall have
them i'll that pretty vase, so dry your
eyes and hurry up and finish your break
fast while I'm gone"
To reach the western side of the old
louise. where the child's plot of ground
Was situated, the goyerness had to go
through the picture gallery. The long
oakpaReled apartment, with its null
lioned windows had always charm for
her. She invariably loitered as she
passed the ancient Emdens, some of
whom, from their picture frames, gazed
stolidly or glowered Overwhelmingly, while
others smiled. Among these latter was a
youth who looked scarcely ls. May
gazed at him thoughtfully. His crisp,
bright hair and deep blue eyes seemed
familiar. She was positive she had been
greeted with that winning smile before
but when and where she did not know.
She conjured up the likeness of every
man she could remember having seen, but
all of them were either too dark or too
fair, or had brown eyes or gray; none
would tally with this handsome youth of
Emden heritage
But all at once, in a flash of remem-
brance, she was carried away to Nice.
Yes it was at the carnival l met him."
she thought.
At that moment she heard sound be-
bind her, and turning quickly she saw the
housekeeper, who had entered quietly.
rs that an Emden, Mrs. Keen 2" she
asked, pointing to the portrait,
HE was" the housekeeper answered.
THAT portrait of Mr.. Hope was painted
just before he went abroad on one occa-
sion with Lord Lonsdale.'
Indeed. | felt sure | had seen him
before" and as the memory of those
days arose, deep blush overspread the
girls features.
The housekeeper, noticing the tell tale
color drew her own conclusions She
remembered having heard Lord Lonsdale
teasing his cousin about some beautiful
girl he had seen abroad. Doubtless Miss
Thurle was thu fair one in question; that
would account for her interest in the fate
of Mr.. Hope. Evidently she had loved
him, and hence another recruit true to
the memory of the 'rightful heir" as
Mrs. Keen called him. would be gained.
Love would be a bond of sympathy be-
tween the governess and herself. She
felt now that she could speak her mind
freely, as she had often longed to do.
"Did Lord Lonsdale, when travelling.
use his own name, Mrs. Keen?" asked
May
"No-I don't recollect clearly what
they were called, but / fancy Lord Ions
dale went as Mr. Evans, and Mr. Hope
as Mr.. Ennis, or some such name At
any rate, their names were printed in
some French newspaper that have some
where, and in it is an account of an ac-
cident at the carnival. Perhaps you
were present there on that occasion,
miss ?"
yes! / remember it well. We, my
mother and T. sat at a window watching
the procession. 1t was a grand sight,
and the people were wild with excite
ment. Flags and banners of all kinds
autteIed from every roof and turret, ana
confetti was showered from balconies
and stands all along the route"
"Was that at the time child was
nearly killed." asked Mrs. Keen.
Il expect accidents frequently occur,
and l certainly saw child rescued ]
believe by your Mr.. Hope. The more
look at that portrait, the more vividly
recall the circumstance. Just as the
car of King Carnival appeared / heard
shrek, and saw child fall from an
opposite window among the surging
crowd"
How dreadful" murmured the house
keeper.
TO BE CONTINUED.