Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-04-07

a great damage to you. You will maybe
lose a good many cherry pies and
dumpllngs if | let Jean go He was
climbing the tree to pilfer the fruit,
SO pulled him down, you understand"
"Ta, tar exclaimed the good man,
shaking his gray head; I'VE must rea-
son with the child. Let go his leg,
daughter, | will vouch for him; eh,
Jean?"
Alice released the hunchback, then
laughed gayly and tossed the cluster of
cherries into his hand, whereupon he
began munching them voraciously and
talking ut the same time.
81 knew l could get them." he boast
ed, "and see. | have them now" He
hoped around. looking like a species
If i'll formed monkey.
Pere Beret came and leaned on the
ow fence close to Alice. She was al
most as tall as he.
''The sun scorches today" he said, be-
ginning to mop his furrowed face with
red fowered cotton handkerchief.
and from the look of the sky yonder,
pointing southwark, 1T is going to
bring on storm. How is Nine. RoCs-
sillon todayT
"She is complaining as she usually
does when she feels extremely well,
said Alice, That's why | had to take
her place at the oven and bake pies.
got hot and came out to catch Il bit of
this breeze. oh, but you needn't smile
and look greedy, Pere Beret, the pies
are not for your teeth!"
my daughter, | am not a glutton,
hope. l had meat not two hours since
some broiled young squirrels with
cress, sent me by Rene de Ronville. He
never forgets his old father"
"Oh, l never forget you either, mon
pere. l thought of you today every
time l spread crust and filed it with
cherries, aud when took out pie, al
brown and hot, the red juice bubbling
out of 1t so good smelling and tempting
do you know what l said to myself"
How could | know, my chlld!"
"Wen, 1 thought this; Not n single
bite of that pie does Father Beret get
'Why SO, my daughter?'
Because you said it was bad of me
to read novels, and told Mother Rous
sillon to hide them from me. I've hao
any amount Of trouble about it."
"Ta, ia, Read the good books that
| gave you. They will soon kill the taste
for these silly romances."
II tried" said Alice. II tried very
hard, and it's no use, Your books are
dull and stupidity heavy. What do
care about something that queer lot
OF saints did hundreds of years ago il
times of plague and famine? Saints
must have been poky people. and 1t Ii
polky people who caro- to read about
them, | think, like reading about
brave, heroic men and beautiful WON
en-, and war aud love"
Pere Beret looked away with n curl
Gus expression in his face, his eyes hall
| closed.
"And I'll tell you now. Father Berct,
Alice went or after a pause, mo more
claret and pies do you get until ear
have my own sort of books back agair
| 10 read rs l please" She stamped bel
moccasln shod foot with decided en-
ergy.
The good priest broke into n hearty
| laugh, and, taking Off his cap of grass
straw, mechanically scratched his balt
head.
| Although, as Father Beret had said
the suns heat was violent, causing
| that gentle soul TO pass his bundled
handkerchief with n wiping circular
motion over his bald and bedewec
pate, the wind was momently freshen
ing, while up from behind the trees OF
the horizon beyond the rivef CLOUD
was rising blue black, tumbled and