Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-01-26

let every verse, every single verse,
ends viz 'Oui, vraiment, Cadet Rouselle
est bon enfant'!"
After moment she drew little house
wife from her pocket and, coloring shyly,
continued;
! Monsieur Rouselle, it is still half an
hour before We arrive at Caen. Win you
permit me to mend your sleeve since it is
my fault Eat it is torn? It viii not be
veil for ozzer people to see re resemblance
of your namesakei Also" she added, and
there was very sweet look in her eyes,
Il am indeed English enough to like to
nelp you, who have already helped me
twice."
But where on earth is shef How can
she have disappearedf" GARNER muttered
to himself, as he hunted about among the
pushing, striving crowd of men, women
and children, passengers and crew, who
| iostled with one another and tripped one
another up in their hurry TO get ashore
as soon as the Prince Arthur came to
anchor beside the dingy black walls of
the douane at Caen.
| 1t had been a pleasant, restful episode
in a restless life that had known little
pleasantness in it, that slow passage up
the canal, with the freshness of the
morning breeze ruffling the long reeds and
crimson loose-strife which fringed the
grassy banks to the waters edge, and
playing through the silver LEAKAGE of the
long avenues of poplars that bordered
| the canal on either side, and were hung
with great tufts of mistletoe from end to
end. Here and there they passed little
I x.tl1 x,yhsk laI cd
nesting among apple trees in the sunny
meadow land beyond, anon tall white
convent, with long rows of closely-shut1
tered windows and bell tower with a
zinc topped turret glittering in the SUM
beams, drifted slowly into sight and as
slowly drifted out again.
| While GARNER lounged against the taft
rail in his shirtsleeves his young COM
panion stitched busily at his coat, and
her gay little voice chartered on, some
times to him and sometimes to from
petite, asking him questions about Eng
land and the rest of the world outside
Caen, of which she seemed 70 know very
little; but telling him much more of her
self and her life in the quaint old Norman
city which he was visiting for the first
time, but where she had resided, she told
him, for years and years-ever since she
was quite young.
In this way he learned that she was an
orphan, Pere Antoine and Mere Margot,
with whom she lived, being only her fos-
ter parents. Her garden had sent her to
live with them, after her fathers death,
and before she became a pensionnaire at
the convent school. where she had been
educated. Then. when her education was
finished two years back-she had re-
turned to them. They were very good to
her but it was rather dull, because their
friends were of another class. and she
had very few of her own-only two or
three of her school fellows and their fam
lilies. She thought the school fellows
mammas did not approve of her because
she went about the streets alone, and did
other things like English girls. Mere
Margot also disapproved of such liberty,
but her garden only laughed and did
not forbid it. He said that her father
wished her to grow up as English as
might be. On the other hand, she had
no English friends. The greater number
of those whom she met belonging to that
nationality were mere birds of passage
summer visitors; and as garden had
Iquarreled with the Protestant chaplain
she was a Protestant and she believed
the quarrel was somehow about her-she
had no opportunity of making acquaint-
ances among those of the flock who gath
cred in his wife's parlor.
Her good times were when garden
came over. He did so three times year,
on business, and during the week that he
stayed he took her everywhere-to the
theater, the circus, the races, if there
were any, or to visit friends at neigh
boring town, or to one of the gay little
watering places along the coast; and
every day-every single day--they dined
together table dhote at one of the prin-
cipal hotels.
And ven he wrote zis summer Eat he
comes for re race week. / vas so happy
zat / danced danced all round re gar
den, tree times, for joyl" the girl cried
excitedly ct is not only re races, you
see, cough perhaps zey are vat most
strangers come for who visit re town just
zen. Possibly, indeed" she added, with a
sudden sparkle in her blue eyes, "is it zey
Eat have brought Monsieur Rouselle to
CaenP'
'Mademoiselle is evidently a witch
where am concerned" said GARNER
laughing. THAT is precisely the case"
The blue eyes sparkled more brightly
still
so BE CONTINUED.