Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-03-12

of them at ALL Mona darling, there is
room beside me here on the bench And
what are you going to call your dog?"
We've named him already-Laddie,"
Mona said, taking the place her mother
indicated, with merry glance at Jean
Bannatyne. He understands Gaelic
mother; Pll have to learn it to speak to
him"
Jack comes down this evening" Lady
Bannatyne said as they rose to go, 'and
Sir John on Monday-both disappointed
because they have lost so much of the
grouse shooting You won't be lonely, I
promise you, though it may seem an out
of-the-way place"
TITS only half mile to Loeb Linnhe
through the wood" Jean said as she
turned to Mona. You'll think nothing
of it when you know the way"
We'll expect you over most DAYS"
Lady Bannatyne said good-naturedly as
she shook hands with Mrs. Gerard.
that distance" she added, laughing, "but
I'll lend you pony if you hke-we've
got half a dozen sure footed creatures
that can climb like goats.''
"Oh, thank you'll" Mrs. Gerard said
hastily. "You are very good, but Mona
and ] have great deal to say to each
other, You mist remember we've only
spent few weeks together since she left
cshool. We've to unpack our books and
things, and l think we might tidy the
garden a little; and Mona must keep up
her music"
"Oh mother!" Mona said reproachtul-
ly. "You don't expect me to practice
here!"
"You must not forget what you have
learnt" her mother said almost coldlv.
'You would not feel happy if you idled
away the whole day"
Wouldn't II" Mona laughed, looking
back with her arm linked in Jeans. Jack
is going to teach me to play golf; and
one must play golf in the morning,
mustn't one, JeanH And you'll play too,
mother" She reached back and threw
her disengaged arm round her MOTHER
waist. Quite feeble old people play golf
quite ancient, dilapidatei people-so
I've heard. And I'll be your caddie, and
praise all your strokes"
They saw the Bannatynes to their car
riage and watched them drive away, with
much waving of handkerchiefs Then,
for moment, mother and daughter lcant
over the low white gate together.
you think you will like this place,
Mona?" Mrs. Gerard asked almost visit
fully.
Like it, nanny? love it! Why, it's
been my dream and jeans all last half.
Our only dread was that Mr.-whatever
his name shouldn't let it, and there's
no place we could have got within miles
and miles of Loeb Linnhe"
She turned to look up at the narrow
two-storied gray house with its little
windows all ablink in the sun.
tits small, but it's not much we shall
inhabit it if this weather lasts. Oh,
mother, look at the red berries on that
rowant ree"
I've got some for your room," her
mother said. Come, Mona, YOU haven't
seen your room yet, or anything! Thi'
is our own house, you know, and want
you to like it. The Bannatynes are very
kind, but We must not wear out our wei
come at Loeb Linnhe"
CAS- if we couldi" Mona said, with a
laugh. Arm linked in arm, they strolled
up the path, the girl talking, the mother
listening with preoccupied smile on her
face. They were not alike, and vet a
stranger might find resemblance, if only
III voice and manner. Mona was shorter
than her mother, her figure full of plump
curves; her hair, almost as dark, had
still the golden CLEANS of childhood in it,
her long dashed eyes were brown, while
her mothers were hazel, large, calm eyes,
cold almost, that belied the sensitive
mouth.
nd IA hn &c 4hic friarl Is
tynes with the yacht % Mrs Gerard
asked as they drove near the house. She
spoke casually, STOPPING to pick a pine
cone from the walk.
ooh, Lord Trefoil! His aeht is called
the Minneiiaha-such a pretty name,
don't you think? She's a cutter, Jack
says-quite a big boat. We're to have
some cruises on her when he brings her
round to Loeb Linnhe. You'll like that.
mother-you've often told me what a
good sailor you We're, long ago on the
Shannon, when you and Uncle Ned sailed
the little Peggy together Oh, remem
Der all your adventures-thev used to
amuse me more than fairy stories!"
Lord Trefoil is young man, sup
pose?"
He looks rather young in his yachting
cap, when you don't see how gray his
hair is But he is really very old-quite
40, Jack says, but a ripping fine yachts
man for all that"
"Mona!" her mother said severely. At
the same time she drew a breath of re-
lief. Mona's fancy was not likely to be
captivated by a man of 40 with gray
hair.
Come and look at your room!" she
said, and drew the girl into the bower
prepared for her. Mamie had picked up
the bunch of asters from the sill of the
window, and filled the little white vases.
"Oh, don't touch them!" Mona said,
when her mother would have substituted
the rowan berries lying discarded on the
table. Il love asters--they remind me
of my fayorite song
Lay by my side your bunch Of purple heath
eT,
The last red asters Of an autumn day;
And let us sit and talk Of love together.
As once in May"
Don't trouble to change your dress,
dear; dinner will be ready Immediately"
Mrs. Gerard said, STOPPING to stir the
fire.