Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-12-02

wen, Thomas" said Mr.. Reming-
ton, Il think all the worry is over for.
tonight
The footman had never heard the
naJor-domo speak in such a pleasant
and condescending way before. Here
vas the great Mr.. Remington himself,
before whom even the butler trembled,
actually talking with him-Thomas!
IL was a great moment for the tall
servant with the powdered hair.
i hope SO, indeed, Mr.. Remington,
iir!'' he answered. in a voice which
showed how deeply he was moved. 81
nope so, indeed, sir"
We have got them out, Thomas;
we have got them CUT" said Mr.. Rem
lngton, rubbing his hands with a
;huckle. Il had the report brought to
my room at eleven O'clock and no
less than thirty-two of those nasty
fellows have called during the even
ing. There'll be fine TODD of non
sense in the papers tomorrow morn
ing, Thomas" 49,
I expect SO, yes, sir" the footman
replied. yes, indeed sir!"
It's shocking thing, Thomas"
continued Mr.. Remington, what the
papers will say. Well, this is happy
day-a happy day. indeed-now that
his Grace and her Grace have re-
turned"
Yes, indeed Mr.. Remington, sir!"
i said the footman.
4 1T is her Grace's Intention" con-
tlnued Mr.. Remington, ito give the
servants a party next week, when
4 everyone will be allowed to invite
| friend-subject to my knowing exact
ly who he or she may respectively be.
| You will all be asked to drink the
health of the little Duke"
1T is very kind of her Grace, Mr..
Remington, sir, . the footman answer
ed. Yes, indeed, Mr.. Remington, sir;
very kind of her Grace
At the end of a certain corridor In
a certain wing of the house a great
| room furnished as nursery was very
brightly it, Upon the walls was a
pattern of paper depicting hunting
scenes in vivid colors-the fox gen
orally getting the better Of both
hounds and huntsman, and repeated
half a hundred times in different
squares, crouching upon the roof of
a matched cottage, grinning derision
at the stupid dogs and mortals who
fought for him below.
The room was full of toys-toys
| which had obviously been in recent
use and had not been put away. And
it was quite empty.
The door which led into the inner
1 room-into the night nursery-was
open, however and from it came
low murmur of voices.
Michael Grant and the Duchess of
London were standing together in the
! night nursery. which was lit by rose
1 shaded electric lamp standing upon
i little table. by the side of a cot. In
4 the cot the little Duke of London lay
sleeping peacefully.
The baby face was in calm and love-
i ly repose. The breathing was deep
and regular. The long black lashes
lay upon cheek like the inside of a
she'll One tiny hand lay upon the
coverlet-a little crumpled hand-a
sweet little hand.
in his black. evening clothes. The
Greek head was poised as proudly as
ever upon the lean and massive torso.
i The poise of the body was as alert
and graceful as ever But something
i had come into the fine, ascetic face
which had rot been there before. The
lines Of resolution had hardened and
II were much deeper. The eyes, little
sunken, were more steadfast than
ever. Experience had moulded the
Il young mans face into something finer
Il and more spiritual than it had ever
been.
4, And the Duchess-the Duchess was
radiant! Her great beauty blazed out
in the silent room like a star.
q She wore simple evening gown of
q black, and there were no jewels in her
II hair nor round her neck. She was
standing some two feet away from
Michael, and her head was bowed.
I Their voices had ceased, and there
was silence.
The Duchess broke ut.
Yes, Michael" she said, in a curl
ously nervous voice, quite unlike her
Iusual tones Of proud, bright conf.
4 dence, Yes. Michael, as you say
Il dear little Fitzroy has passed through
4 all these horrors without Ut leaving a
q tracs upon Ills mind. Thank God!
Thank God that he Is too young to IN
derstand H, III 81
Her voice auiyered away into ST
Ilence.
4 Then Ora nj sfr1ke
Beatrice. = he said you remember
i what you promised me, and his owr
j deep voice qilivered and yibrated like
1.-The string OF a violin, Beatrice, dc
Z you know that the time and hour have
y come when claim the !ultilment o
]. your promise
She did not answer, but the colo
I'D a. s1aY from her face and lef
|. her beauti fully white and statuesque.
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