The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1908-01-10
Between Love and Fame

VA an
BY rIaud Howard Peterson.


clouds gathering in the west. Then
she hurried on. Suddenly she saw
brler rose hedge. aiid beyond 2 low
rambling old manor house. She
searched for the gate. pushed y open,
FASTENED up the welI-kept path, and
stood ii the shelter Of the portico Just
rs the heavy rain drops began to fall.
For ave minutes she stood there,
shivering with cold and dampness
and watching the storm break in all
fts fury. Then she turned resolutely
and raised the brass knocker. she
noticed as she did SO the coat 81
arms engraved thereon with the Latin
motto, Laetur Sore Mea (Happy IA
My Lott. A maid dressed In black,
with white apron and cap, came 70
the door and looked curiously at the
damp, clinging garments and bedrag-
gled feathers Of the woman on the
threshold.
Il was overtaken by the storm,
she began in explanation. Her voice
was low and clear, with the cultured
information OF the well-bred English
woman. And ventured to stop here
sor a moment. Might walt IN the
hall until the rain passes?"
The maid threw wide the door and
the woman stepped In with a little
sigh Of thankfulness.
There's 4 IRE over there, ma'arn,"
the girl said cheerfully, where you
can warm yourself while tell my
mistress"
There IN the shadow Of the great
oalxen staircase the woman rested,
and the wood Are threw out its sweet,
puissant odor and warmth around her.
She leaned back In the carved chair
and closed her eyes dreamily. II was
all so calm and restful here, after the
toll and din and Jar Of the mighty
city on the Thames. And then there
came to her where she sat the con.
fused murmur Of voices and above
them all shrill, sweet treble
''But, nurse, tisn't fair for Berry
not to let me play with the hobby
horsie,"
And then from the bend in the hall
came the owner Of the voicea wee
bit Of maiden, dressed IN pink ging-
ham and blue REFER jacket, with
broad brimmed hat on the top of q
mass OF brown curls. She was fol
lowed by a boy, perhaps two years
older--a sturdy little lad with hair o
shade lighter than his sisters, and 9
voice Of tremendous proportions when
compared with his Size He was II
Illustrating its powers
"But, nurse, the hobby horsie's mine
mot Margy's," he protested vehe-
mently.
you're a horrid, old, mean cross
patch yes, you are" sobbed the
daughter OF the house; you aren't
gentleman. even il your name is Ber
esford Pierson FortesQuel" (She
stumbled over the mouthful, but val.
iantly recovered herself) Gentlemen
are always polite an give ladies what
they want that's what they's made
for; cause heard mamma tell papa
80 t'other morning. when she wanted
papa to take her up to tcwn--an' -
am"
The TRADE ceased suddenly and the
child drew back abashed. clinging to
the nurses apron, at sight Of the Wis
itor in the hall But. boylike. the old
or child stepped forward The woman
in the shadow Of the stairway leaned
nearer with outstretched hands, try
Ing the while to suppress her inclin-
alton TO laugh as she noticed the
cnild's change of manner. OF came
the sailor hat. the miniature pea jack
ct was pulled down and Strengthened
to entire satisfaction, and he acSnowi-
edged her presence with quaint lit
tle salute. Preliminaries over he
went direct to the pTint
Who're you. he asked The tone
was inQuiring but perfectly courteous.
The nurse came forward.
eNow, you mustn't disturb the lady.
Come with me, Master Berry" she
said
The woman looked up quickly.
please let them stay she said.
eagerly
The nurse drew back.
won't Won tell me your name?"
the visitor said gently She had
heard It few minutes before but
thought II a good opening.
The small boy stuck two small
thumbs IN the pockets OF his jacket.
~Papa ana mamma ana nurse and
Marcy she's my sister. you know
that's her over there-they call me
Berry. The baby doesn't call me any.
thing yet-~it only bowls; but my real
nnisA q eeresford Pierson FortesQue,