The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1910-06-18

| INC vttSh udu toiu tne truth anu tQat
the prince was no longer. faithful tc
| her.
So the princess went home and
wept bitterly. The next day the
prince came to see her and he pre-
tended not to know the beautiful lady
with whom he had been driving the
day before. So the princess was very
angry and sent him away and she
never wanted to see him again!" The
voice broke again.
Take my handkerchief, auntie,"
soothed Peter.
Il amt crying yet" commented
Peggy. callously.
i don't think we understand the
story very WELL" apologized Peter.
III we did, s'pose we'd cry, too"
Tell us the rest" begged heartless
Peggy
There isn't much to tell: thu
princess and the prince came and
stood under the tree they loved so
well and said goodby forever"
Just like we saw you and Dick
Eames doing one day." remarked
Peggy. complacently.
"Oh. Peggy. hush!"
I'm a-hushin'." returned the small
maiden.
And she wouldn't marry the prince
just because he went to ride with a
beautiful LADY," asked Peter, con.
temptuously.
1T wasn't that. dear. She wouldn't
marry him because he denied that he
knew the lady. And afterward she
found that she had made a mistake
and that it was another man whom
the witch had pointed out as the
prince. and the foolish princess lost
her lover!"
And won't she ever get married?"
She doesn't want to. dears. She
| never wants to marry"
Did she tell the prince she was
sorry she made mistaken" demanded
Peter.
"No-not yet"
We'll. she oughter!" said Peter.
didactically.
There was long silence, broken at
last by Mr.. Games, who arose and
peered over the wall There was a
smothered shrek from within a pink
| sunbonnet
"Auntie! Peter! There he Is! Oh,
I'm afraid"
The owner of the sweet voice and
the dfminutive Peter turned with one
accord and looked behind them. There,
leaning over the wall, was a tall, fur.
coated figure whose hands were in
cased in furry gloves and whose eyes
were hidden behind great goggles.
The goggle-eyed mani" believed
Peter. backing away from the wall.
"Dick." exclaimed the voice, dazedly.
"Helen!" whispered the goggle-eyed
man. tenderly.
You were listening!" accused Miss
Weir.
Eames waved a deprecating hand
toward the broken machine and they
all peered over the wall. Il met with
an accident" he explained. "and | sat
down here to wait for tow into the
village. could not help hearing the
story. 1t was very interesting" he
| added with a smile.
1T was a fairy story" returned
Helen. with impetuous haste, "and as
such hope you will remember it."
She moved down the slope and the
children followed reluctantly.
Hes taking on his goggles" re-
ported Peter.
And it's Dick Eames," screamed
| Peggy, excitedly, throwing herself at
| the young man with affectionate
ardor.
Helen looked away over the October
! hills. The sun was setting and the fic-
| titious warmth of the day was re-
placed by a slight chill. A dead leaf
rustled at her feet and a long, sough.
ing moan trembled through the elm
branches overhead. She looked toward
the little group and watched the chill
dren fall upon the man with loving
/ caresses. There was wistfuInes in
her gaze. Perhaps she realized it,
for she suddenly turned and ued.
"Helen!" called Eames.
| She paused, then, reluctantly she
| coho, otihinS soo ob sue OreW ner
hand within his own.
you owe me some reparation." he
whispered. sternly. while the children
hung back with wondering eyes.
rs 1t paid nowr' she asked. laying
her arms about his fur collar.
Not quite" he murmured. stub
bornly.
"And-now?"
Yes"
AS they all tramped homeward
across the darkened fields Peter
caught Helen's hand in his chubby
| fist
Some day will you tell US more
about the beautiful princess?" he
asked.
She married the prince and lived