The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1908-02-15

clouds gathering III the "0o''
she hurried on. Suddenly she saw
brier rose hedge, and beyond lo"'
rambling old manor house. she
searched for the gate, pushed it open,
fastened up the well-kept path anu
stood in the shelter Of the portlco just
as the heavy rain drops began 10 lah' !
For five minutes she stood theFe'
shiyering with cold and dampheSs
and watching the storm break IN all
its furv. Then she turned resolutely
and raised the brass knocker. ohe
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 u
tho door and looked curiously at the
damn, clinging garments and bedrag-
gIed feathers of the woman on Ine
threshold.
az was overtaken by the storm,
she began in explanation. Her voice
was low and clear, with the cultured
intonation Of the well-bred Engllsn
woman. "And l veHtured to stop mere
for a moment. Might l wait in the
hall until the rain passes"
The maid threw wide the door ana
the woman stepped in with a little
sigh of thankfulness.
There's a fire over there, maam'
the girl said cheerfully, where you
can warm yourself while tell my
mistress"
There in the shadow Of the great
oaken staircase the woman resteo
and the wood fire threw out its sweet
puissant odor and warmth around ner
She leaned back in the carved chal
and closed her eyes dreamily. 1t wa
all so calm and restful here, after tn
toll and din and jar of the might
city on the Thames. And then tner'
came to her where she sat the con
fused murmur of voices, and aooV
them all a shrill, sweet treble.
But, nurse, 'tisn't fair for Berr
not to let me play with the hoDp
horsie."
- And then from the bend in the ma
came the owner of the Voice-a we
bit of a maiden, dressed in pink GIN
ham and blue REFER jacket, wit
a broad brimmed hat on the top OF
mass of brown curls. She was &c
lowed by a boy, perhaps two yea
older-a sturdy little lad with hair
shade lighter than his sisters, ana
voice of tremendous proportions VINE
compared with his size. He was
Illustrating its powers.
But, nurse, the hobby horsies mil
not Margy's," he protested web
mently.
you're a horrid, old, mean GRO!
patch; yes, you are" sooped u
daughter of the house; you aren't
gentleman, even if your name is Bf
esford Pierson Fortesque!" Is
stumbled over the mouthful, but VI
iantlv recovered herself) "Gentem
are always polite an give ladies WI
they want-thats what theys ma
for: cause | heard mamma tell pa
so t'other morning, when she want
papa to take her up to toWn-an
an"
The TRADE ceased suddenly and
child drew back abashed, cllnging
the nurses apron, at sight OF the
Itor in the hall. But, boylike, the Q
er child stepped forward. The won
In the shadow of the stairway lear
nearer with outstretched hands, I
ing the while to suppress her inc
alton to laugh as she noticed
cbild's change OF manner. On ca
the sailor hat, the miniature pea ia
ct was pulled down and straightel
TO entire satisfaction, and he ackno
edged her presence with quaint
tie salute. Preliminaries over
went direct to the point.
Who're you" he asked. Inc I
was inquiring, but perfectly courte'
The nurse came forward.
"Now, you mustn't disturb the Ii
Come with me, Master Berry,
said.
The woman looked up quickly
please let them stay" she S
eagerly.
The nurse drew back.
Wont you tell me your nan
the visitor said gently. She
heard it few minutes BEFORE
thought it a good openings
The small boy stuck two s
thumbs In the pockets of his Jack'
papa and mamma and nurse
Margy-she's my sister, you knc
that's her over there-they call
Berry. The baby doesn't call me
thing yet-it only bowls; but my
name is Beresford Pierson Forte'
an, I'm seven next month, an
fathers M. P. for the county"
Indeed! And are you inter'
in politics"
The child calmly sat down in {
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