The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1908-07-18
Between Love and Fame
BY rlaud Howard Peterson.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
The woman looked over her shout
der anxiously at the bank of storm
clouds gathering in the west. Then
she hurried on. Suddenly she saw
brier rose hedge, and beyond a 10"
rambling old manor house. She
searched for the gate, pushed it open
hastened up the well-kept path, ano
stood in the shelter of the portico ]ns'
IS the heavy rain drops began 70 laii
For 1--WE minutes she stood tnere'
shivering with cold and dampness
and watching the storm break IN az
its fury. Then she turned resoiuteis
and raised the brass knocker. Sne
noticed as she did SO the coat OF
arms engraved thereon with the Latin
motto, Laetur Sore Mea (Happy IN
Nv Lott. A maid dressed In black
with white apron and cap, came 10
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
intonation Of the well-bred English
woman. And l veRtured to stop here
for moment. Might I wait in the
hall until the rain passes?"
The maid threw wide the door and
the woman steDDed In with q little
Sigh Of thankfulness.
There's 4 fire over there, ma'am,
the girl said cheerfully. where you
can warm yourself while l tell my
Mistress"
There in the shadow Of the great
oaken staircase the woman rested,
and the wood IRE threw out its sweet.
puissant odor and warmth around her.
She leaned back in the carved chair
and closed her eyes dreamily. 1t was
Ill 20 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 q 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 voice-a 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 q boy. perhaps two years
older-a sturdy little lad with hair
shade lighter than his sisters, and
voice Of tremendous proportions when
compared with his size. He was IL
lustrating its powers.
But, nurse, the hobby horsie's mine
NOT Margy's." he protested vehe-
Dently.
you're q horrid, old. mean cross
patch; yes, you are" s0bbed the
daughter Of the house; you aren't a
gentleman. even II your name is Ber-
esford Pierson Fortesque!" (She
stumbled over the mouthful, but val
family recovered herseK.) Gentlemen
are always polite an give ladies what
they want-that's what they's made
for: cause heard mamma tell papa
20 t'other morning. when she wanted
papa to take her up to town-an'-
an"
The TRADE ceased suddenly and the
child drew back abashed, clinging to
the nurses apron, at sight OF the Wis
ttor 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 % she noticed the
child's change Of manner. on came
the sailor hat, the miniature pea jack
q Vas pulled down and Strengthened
to entire satisfaction. ana he acknowl-
edged her presence with quaint lit
tie salute. Preliminaries over, he
went direct to the point.
Who're you he asked. The tone
yas inquiring, but perfectly courteous.
The nurse came forward.
sNow, you mustn't disturb the lady.
Come with me, Master Berry, she
said
!. The woman looked up quickly.
Please let them stay" she said,
eaSsrly.
The nurse drew back.
Wont you tell me your name?"
the visitor said gently She had
heard Il j few minutes before, but
thought Il : good opening.
The small boy stuck two small
thumbs n the sockets Of his jacket.
Papa and mamma and nurse and
Mary she's my sister. ron know
that's her over there they call me
Dnrrr Tho hahy do&snt call me any