New-York tribune., 1912-02-04

And YOU. dear child" asked Mrs Cobb, hopping
ont of the limousine and into the other with light
ness that surprised me.
81 will DO precisely as YOU wish, dear Madame"
answered mccky as | knew better than to let her see
that wanted to stay ut seems 10 me that IN these
first sacred moments OF encounter between mother and
son a stranger could be only Supcrtuous.
Mrs. Cobb looked relieved. rs matter OF fact, !
could that she anticipated some rather strong dis
cssions i'm her first sacred moments with her darling
boy Ius, as well perhaps, that the subject OF these
discussions should delay her arrival for such time as
w., possible So she looked delighted and relieved and
accepted with JOY my proposition that should wait in
the disabled limousine, till Augustc came back and
fetched us.
You can keep your Gcncvicvc, Dear" she said
tpnIy, and let me see the cook must come on; but
can spare my uasscusc- she's very strong any
thing happened dear child"
There are Indian, about ! asked, with just little
bi' ot doubt.
Bu, Mrs Cobb assured me that the dangerous ones
were III dead. and that | was near home, anyway
You are already on Mount DcScr, Island, She said
That W., the bridge We passed, vc minutes ago You
are no more than hali-hour from Bar Harbor. In
IN hour and half at the most, therefore, YOU may
poet Augisic back again. Or-why not; Yes, dear
child, If Victor is there and If can talk hn INTO good
humor | shall send him back himself 10 fetch YOU,
Here WAS an agreeable prospect, \ tGtc-atCtc drive
ON my first encounter with my new tanct. What
should We talk about and would he try to kiss me,
felt cold and hairy all at the thought. However,
II WAS too late TO draw out,
"Ta-ta sweet child," cried Mrs Cobb as she waved
her hand from the other automobile.
There was a puff, a toot, and they were off. sat
there alone between poor old Gcncvicvc who claSpcd
her Jewel box an shifted and the massage woman,
who rubbed her long hands together and growlcd at
the whole business.
As for me- however liked it. To be sure, it was a
bleak savage sort Of scene, not bit like France; but
it pleased me lust the same 1t seemed to me had
been set down in ,hc midst OF mountanS-bcak
windy looking mountains whose slopes ran down 10 the
cold gray line Of the sea In spite Of the little houses
scattered here and there along the shore, and in spite OF
the automobiles that occasionally passed, 1t seemed to
me had never before been sad and solitary place.
Though was June seemed TO have lett summer be
hind us i'm New York. As sat and waited, cold,
nuttcring wind began blow up out of the with
wet smell like rain But it wasn't RAIN, after all; but
white ribbons and SrcamcrS like MIST then suddenly
= mass Of fog like a great, white sea monster, that
swoopcd down on us and swallowed up. So there we
were, the three of us, off in little. narrow, salt
smelling world Of our own Somewhere in the distance
foghnrn began to roar, Just like the steamer Gene
We've crossed herself with Shlvcng hand, and began
TO pray
10 this country of savagcs?" she said.
"Hark." | cried.
TT was only another automobile passing; but 1t tore
L ND very close to us, giving moment 5 glimpse OF
low gray racing machine with pair Of eager eyes that
starcd through the mist above the driving wheel Tout
toni tout then it disappeared into the fog tout touted
again; then heard its putfS coming back again.
moment later the fog opened again, and the gray ma
chine drew up beside the limousine, like tugboat be
side the Kaiser Wilhelm \ young man was IN the
blue eyes rs he examined the namcpatc of the limousine
n,1rhnp all RIGHT he said to the mcChan-