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

INC J"uhS mail, WHO udu Deen look
ing out of the parlor window, turned
quickly as he heard light step. How
Is the throat this morning? Surely
you are not going out on such a dayY'
Il am going to the wilderness to
see a poor child who is H.
The doctor frowned. "Why not send
grapes and oranges?"
The child loves me-" said the prima
| donna. Il cannot send grapes and
oranges. l must go myself"
VERY well. I'll call cab. AS your
| medical adviser, | must beg leave to
accompany you"
They bought fruit and violets and
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 foollshly to it all the
way to the station.
The train rumbled along SLOWLY,
making frequent stops. The prima
donna sat on a distressing plush seat
beside corpulent woman with mar
ket basket, and gazed out at dreary
suburbs. The doctor sat in the bag
gage car and held the white and vel
low pup
AT last they We're abandoned at
forlorn little station beside the track.
The road ran south from the plat
form, skirting the edge of mysteri-
| Gus brown wood, and losing itself over
the top OF hill. The prima 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 fioated pennons and the ground
was silvery with stubble, and reached
the farmhouse, where a chlld'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 conner
"Fleurette! Fleurette, 1t is l, your
own ma'mselle. And here is a gen
tleman who is dying to make your
acquaintance, and a beautiful puppy,
so new he is not even namedw
Il knew you'd Gomez said Fleur-
cite.
The prima donna and the doctor sat
to the other wisely.
"Do you miss me- ma'amselle?
How do you get along without me at
the performances?
Yes, yes; [ miss you, Fleurette;
and we get along very indifferently
indeed without you"
Listen. They are kind to me here
kind. But l cannot love them as |
love you and Chum and Nine. Bar
toll. l miss you so that lie awake
in the night to cry. Do you think |
shall get well soon? And have no
more pain?"
II am sure of it," said the prima
donna smilingly.
And may l return and not be lone
ly any more, but very happy|
Not be lonely any more but very
happy" repeated the prima donna,
still smiling, but biting her lip.
Later they were in the kitchen. The
prima donna was making Cruel. and
the doctor was making love. She had
brown Bingham 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. | 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
icslr
Conscious that she was not pretty
when she really cried, the prima don
ma tried TO wink back her tears. but
upsuccessfully, and was reduced 10
wlping her eyes with the apron.
Il love you." said the doctor. He
WAS so strong she felt like q child in
hls hands.