Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-06-15

! Babette but that she must go down to
| the grotto herself to see that the egg
really was there.
| In vain Forman pointed out the i'm
practicability of getting the carriage
down the green messy steps; she insisted
that he must carry her down, so that at
| last the young man had to give way and
take her in his strong arms, realizing,
with pang of pity, how frail and weak
her frame was, as she nestled up to him
with contented sigh.
"You are nice and strong, Forrnan," she
said, with little laugh. IL like YOU"
/ The words reached Patricia's ears as
she picked her way to them down the de-
| signedly rustic steps. The man and child
were alike too much absorbed in observ-
ing the beauties of the grotto to heed her
approach, and she could hear Babttte's
Shrill voice relating how dad always used
to turn on the water in the lower foun-
tain for her when he brought her.
Then the child raised her head and saw
Patricia.
"Well, Pat, why have you GOMEZ What
is it?"
For answer Pat held up the little Gov
cred basket in her hand.
''Guess what have brought YOU"
"Sweets-chocolates Babette hazard.
ed.
Patricia shook her head.
"What did DR.. Elmer sayg No sweets.
But have put you in an oyster patty
hastily, as the child's under lip began to
droop ominously-"and as you have done
poor Forman out of his dinner, Miss Ba-
bette, thought it only fair that should
try to make up for your delinquencies."
She opened the basket.
Babette clapped her hands; her eyes
sparkled:
Lunch! Lunch for us all out of doors,
and that will be as good as dinner for
you-wou't it, Forman?"
"Yes, thank you, Miss Babette," the
man said awkwardly.
He looked embarrassed and i'll at ease
as he stood there with Babette in his
arms and this dainty charming young
vision smiling down at him from her ele-
walton on the steps.
"Well have it outside on the grass"
Babette decided. Garry me up, For
man."
With gay laugh Patricia turned to
ascend before them; then, slipping on the
messy surface, she missed her footing,
and came crashing down among the ferns
at their sido ere Forman, encountered as
he was with Babette, could put out his
hand to stop her.
"Pati Oh. Patti" the child cried.
Forman set her hastily down ON the
step.
Zone moment, Miss Babette."
Half stunned by the violence of her
fall, Patricia was feebly trying to raise
herself. He bent over her and helped her
gently.
'You are hurt, Miss Drummond; can
Z"
Patricia caught his arm.
Tt think l have hurt my foot;
caught it on one of those stones. l think
l will sit down, please" and then, TO
Forman's CONSERVATION, she began to
sway, and he sprang forward only just
in time to catch her as she fell fainting
to the ground.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" Babette cried
as she wept. What are we to do now I
IL believe she is dying, Formanl"
Dying, Miss Babettel Not bit of il
--she has only tainted" Forman said
sturdily, as he saw the child's distress.
He bent over the fair pale face lying
against his jacket, his pulses stirring as
he noted the long dark lashes resting on
the white cheek, the blue shadows that
stood out like bruises beneath the eyes.
Then he looked wildly about him for
some means of restoring her to conscious
ness, but nothing at all likely to be OF
use could he discern.
Rub her hands, Forman,' Babette
counseled between her sobs. "Quick-or
perhaps l could comet" She looked
doubtfully at the steps that lay between
them like so many chasms.
mol No! Wait, Miss Babette!" For
man said hurriedly. Perhaps 1 can dc
it."
He ventured to take one of the small
blue eined hands in his, and then sud
denly Patricia opened her eyes and looked
straight into the deep-set ones so close
to hers.
The color sprang into Forman's bronzed
face as for a moment she lay quiescent in
his arms, gazing at him in a vague, be
widered fashion.
"Why-where am II" she began ''Oh
of course l emember-Forman-" with
little smile and a swift accession of
color as she withdrew herself slowly
from his arms.
"You-you are better, Miss Drum
mond 2" he added hoarsely.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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