New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-07-28

about Arthur"
"Do YOU mean King Arthur"
Eyes, Arthur of Cameot. | think that my father
must have been like him; only more human you know
We always called him Sire, because Felicity thought So
too Perhaps it was Lancelot, only finer That was
the first book ever read and then the Had and TIE
Odyssey I'm afraid that like them better than
the Bible, Priscilla.
Priscilla stirred a little with ripple of sympathetic
laughter. Breathe it low in England, she admon
Shed
Il do breathe it low now" laughed this shameless
one ruefullv. Cynthia and Uncle Hal nearly died
when | told chemically they did! 1t was simply
awful Uncle Halls Bishop. you know"
H1yS n kDow xeancd rse R9"
Bible, mean | thought it was just like any other
book except that liked it better because there were
some bully fights in it, and parts OF it just sing And
David was a corker! But don't think that the men
were such true gentlemen ArthurS knights, or rs
good fighters as Achilles And some OF them weren't
honorable, and Of them We're chivarous, in the
Old Testament mean: the New TeStamentS different.
I'm awfuly keen about Saint Paul.
"Oh!" gasped Priscilla trihe Historically. The
Door Bishop-my heart goes out to him.
Mark propped his head on his fists, clear-eyed and
a little stern I'm not very fond of Uncle Hal"
he told her. You see, he says that my mother wasn't
a good woman.
"Wasn't-"
But think that that's rather absurd, because
the Bible says that the wicked are always unhappy,
and nv mother was-wiy, she Just Happiness
or flowers or hear birds sing children laugh, without
thinking of her, Priscilla. She used to sing al. LAY
long and she never walked: she The last ling
that used to hear when | went to bed was Felicity
laughing and when | woke up in the morning sar was
always singing singing! Nobody is happy like hat
in England except the children. And they say that
they're noisy-noisy, when they're laughing No.
| don't think that I'll ever understand England
"Whv did your uncle say she wasn't good: lcd
Priscilla softly.
WELL, YOU scc she was married when Sire me- Ter,
w and her husband was Just a fiend, and age der
than she was And Of course She loved Sire one
would, She stood it Just long she could hen
she went to Sire and asked him to take her a"a be-
cause she couldn't bear it any longer So he toa< her
to Australia where he had farm, and she lived " The
ovcrsccr's cottage with her old nurse. Sire sa, hat
he could be his oversecr and he was. II haa roses
all over it, that cottage and dear little gardcr Just
Ike the ones in the stories, Priscilla feIiG'y .ad
she started in being happy then-and she ncNer mad
time to stop Every morning Sire used to ride over
a big black rsc-carly, early. and thro" pebbles
at her window to wake her up. And she d come down
to him. and they'd 60 and get Strawberries Tor break.
fast and fill ali the bowls with flowers and play till
il was time for luncheon They always used ~ play,
Priscilla you'd think it silly, If II weren't s., '.au-
tifu Then it would be time for luncheon, and they'd
have it outside, sitting on the grass, Just big LOWS
Of milk and bread and cheese everything hut
kisses Felicity said. | don't see how he could .cp
kissing her, my little lovely mother. Only, when be
went away, Felicity would pick him the very loEe.cSt
rose that grew over the cottage, and kiss It deep in lis
heart; and he would kiss II, TOO. Aterward-%aen
hcyd gone. YOU know found a little carved chest
in his room and when opened it, it full Of queer
little hard brown things-dead roses, Priscilla. They'd
been there for all those years the poor little ugly things
and they'd been 50 sweet and beautltul,-lovcy and
ycvcty crimson and pink and golden and no" they
were dead, hadn't cried when Felicity went away,
nor when Sire did, either but cried then-its horrible
to cry
Pri,Glla's hands flew out to him impulsiycy: only
!, -, Is,.
she always live in the little COTTAGE" she asked.
"Oh no, After awhile the devil in England died,
and Sire and Felicity were married, and was born.
There were three Of us play then and the cottage
"a live the farmhouse.