The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-01-29

or the ray of the sun that shines.
Never was one so gay. But she is
a good girl, Alice, and walks in
the fear OF our Lord, in spite of
the fact that her face is never
long. | have always brought up my
daughters, Monsieur to do what
is night, and that alone is to me a
blessing.
And in the times OF our greatest
troubles she always cheered us. For
our troubles were great, Monsieur.
The funeral had yet to be paid, and
two of the cows. We borrowed much
of the man who was just here. /
know not how it is, am little
versed in affairs, bu. the sum that
is to pay, at first little, has mounted
until as you see, It is now fifty
francs a month.
But just as our despair was dark
est, Alice, as always bright and gay,
charmed the lady of a great Milford
and was by her taken away az
femme de chambre And see the
goodness Of Alice, for each month
since that time she has sent MS the
fifty francs, and sometimes more 1t
is much"
1T is, indeed, said !, wondering
The saying must well be of truth
that these Milords are made OF
money, for never are such wages
paid here And Ernestina ana T.
therefore, have lived wen on what
the milk brings"
But what, then" | begged.
"Ah, Monsieur, It is that which
does trouble me- A-Aoame LeDoiseg-
nets eyes filled with tears and she
clasped her hands lightly in her lap |
For these two months We have |
heard no word" The tears over /
flowed.
Have you not written?'
I'VE know not where 20 write"
But her address,"
She never could give Us one
permanent, II was always the rosie |
res ante, for as she said, Milford |
was never long in a place, and that
was best"
80 you never know where to
find her in case or need?'
"No. Monsieur"
1T will come all right | ven
tured by way Of consolation. 1T !
may be that the Milford has trav-
eled far without warning There
We're serious flaws in this. but 1t
was the best l could muster. Then
a sudden thought slapped me square
in the face. but, Madame" ] cried,
eve, Monsieur Gayley and 4, owe you
much more than that! 1t was very
thoughtless! why did you not ask
us for the money!"
"Ah, Monsieur" cried Ma dame Lee
boisegnet in reproachlul depreciation
The conversation opened our eyes
to how litte we had known OF the
family with whom we dwet. and
caused us to understand a little bet
ter the possibilities Of courtesy
that, out of mere desire to save
us the disagreeable, could conceal
the anxiety at once OF a woman for
her home and mother for her
daughter
The story was. therefore, often
touched upon. 1t seemed that, now
the main facts had come to our
knowledge. Madame Leboisegnet OBJ
tanned a certain amount of comfort
in impartng to us the little details.
She told me how Alice loved to
dress in white, how the summer
clouds charmed her. and the foam of |
the sea. 1t was passion. this love |
for white. "A purity of the soul" |
Madame explained fondly The vine
of white roses over the door was
of her planting and cultivating. and
as they seemed to be of species
unknown to the simple botany of
the region. Madame Leboisegnet had
named them for her daughter.
They live. and look always to
the SUM- said she, and they are
white and fragrant. like Alice. and
for that reason | can never pluck
them, or give them away. Monsieur
has noticed"
Yes, Monsieur had noticed. And he
noticed. too, the mother-prde in the
fond old eyes.
But beneath all the delight of rec
objection, there lurked the great anx-
iety that. for two months. Alice had
not written. This was not the less
because its effects were quiet. And
so Gayley and |, in that We had
come to admire and respect Madame
| lnhpisngf,nt a h., ! I