The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-05-14

Both dams are provided with locks
for the passage of steamboats, and it is
by the us eof these that it is hoped to
make Minneapolis the head of navi-
cation.
The construction is of the most SUBJ
work being of massive concrete. In
She was not quite sure what or
whom she feared; but it was none the
less with a most vivid terror that she
seized her child's hand and led her
quickly out Of the building. ~
And then, just outside tha door, she
came face to face with Lord Gather
ington. He had run down; the OUT
side staircase, and was standing, with
his hand outstretched and a smile
on his face, cutting off her retreat.
Altho, even in the first moment Of
unexpected meeting, she was struck
worried, and worn. Beatrice was SO de-
lighted at seeing him that she forgot
prudence, reticence, her own guilt,
her misery her fears, and greeted him
| with a low cry Of heartfelt welcome.
An answering look of gratitude, Of
pleasure, flushed from his eyes back
| to hers, and then he held her hand in
his in a tight grip of kindly warmth
and fellowship.
Heaven bless you!" said he, below
| his breath. yours is the first
human face I've seen since I went
! away" . ....e.
ooh, surely that's saying too much"
said she, stammering, trying to speak
| lightly.
| 1"Of course it is. It's both migrate
full and untrue, for there's a good fell
low about here, one of the stable-lads,
! who waits upon me and holds his
tongue; and, besides, I've a very good
| cut \ 10 DIT CT IN
not sorry for what I said. I shan t
apologize. Come in here: There's
no fire, but it's not so very cold while
the suns on the place."
| And he, still retaining his hold Of
her hand, led her back into the lower
room Of the chalet, and then turned to
the child. 49,:
nov are yosu,, ehs Not forgotten
| daddy, I hope"
And he held her UP high in his arms
and then gave her half-a-dozen
kisses. ...
advantage Of the occasion to air {
private grievance Of her own.
Daddy, come and send away *
yady. Me no yike yady, no."
Lord Catherington burst out laugh
ing, but the next moment, seeing the
anxious look which immediatel,
clouded Beatrices face, he looked
grave again.
II think can guess who the unpopu
lar ladyi 81 said he. MRS. birmingham
I suppose? 1 thought that miserable
old woman would come round to wor
ry you. Really these old parish busy
bodies ought to be gagged!
me no call her nanny" wen
) on Ermyn, in shrill tones of protest.
, flush, Ermyn!" said her mother
who was deadly pale.
!. "a h Sat,i n crfn org
Surely she doesn't mean her moth
er?'' said he, shortly. "You mustn'
talk like that, Ermyn. You've bee
! spoilt, I'm afraid"
i And he threw a suspicious glance a
: Beatrice" who began to tremble VIC
5 lently.
! Doesn't she take any notice Of tn
child?" he asked, suddenly. "Doesn
3 she take her out with her?"
eyes, sometimes answered Beat
: rice in a husky voice.
: But again Ermyn understood, an
: again she protested.
, me no yike doing out wifi her! M
r no yike calliage! Me yike doing on
g wifi Beef
/ The viscount sat down on one {
the benches and seated the child upo
E his knee.
: Look here, Miss Pussie," said h,
d holding up a forefinger gravely, "
n you're not good little girl, and
you say those things Of your -ow
4 nanny, I sha'n't scold you, becaus
j you're too little to know any bette
r but + shall scold Beatrice for lettin
s you say them"
d ..I should like you to scold me!
f cried Beatrice, suddenly. 'I want yo
|, to, beg you to. Then / can say wht
I have to say, then i can confess an
& get my wickedness off my mind.
q Not at the words, which she bl
: imperfectly understood, but at tt
e deep voice and earnest gravity of he
mother, Errnyn began to whimper an
: to turn, asking to be put down thu
r she might go to her.
Lord Catherington's eyes gre
e moist as he suddenly put the. lit
). creature down on her feet, and, ri
ing himself, laid one hand affection
! ately on Beatrice's shoulder.
q LOOK here" said he, Hyou must n,
d confess. You sha'n't confess. You'l
# only frightening the child and disturb
= ing me, and I've quite enough to di
d turb me without your little stori
IS and tales and concessions, T can te
YOU. So cheer UP, dry your eyes, ar