The Huttig news., 1913-02-15


 Put no other hope remained, and SWeetwater faced the attempt with heroic determination.
 The day was Sunday, which en. snred Brotherson's being at home. Nothing would have lured Sweetwa- ter out for moment, though he had no reason to expect that the affair he was anticipating would come off till early evening.
 But it did Late in the afternoon he heard the expected steps go by his door-a woiaan's steps But they were not alone. A mans accompanied them. What man? Sweetwater hastened to satisfy himself on this point by laying his ear to the parti- tion.
 Instantly the whole conversation ,ecame audible.
 An errand2 Oh. wees. have ar rrand,g explained the evidently un gclcome intruder. in her broken Eng ssh. This is my brother Pierre. My ,ame is Celeste: Celeste Ledru l understand English yer well. I have vorked much in families But he un ,arstands nothing. He is all French e accompanies me for-for the hal you call it2 les cenvenances Ie knows nothing of the beesiness
 SweetWater iii the darkness of his ioset laughed in his gleeful apprecia. ,en.
 "Greoti" was his comment. "Just ,reatl She has thought of everything
 CT MT. Gryee has,
 Meanwhile, the girl was proceed.
 with increased volubility.
 What is this heesiness. monsieur
 have something to sell--so you
 mericans speak Something you will ant mueh-Ver sacred, yer precious souvenir from the tomb. monsieur 3Till yeu give ten-no, that is toe eetle-fifteen dollars for it? It i Forth-0h, more. much more to tn. rue lover Pierre, tu es bete. Teins Il droit sur ta chaise. M. BrothersoI 1st un monsieur comme il faut."
 This adiuratiop, uttered in sharl reprimand and with but little Of the French grace. may or may not have been understood by the unsympathetit man they were meant 10 impress But fhe name which accompanied them his own name, never heard but once before in this house, undoubtedl4 caused the silence which almost reached the point of embarrassment before he broke it with the harsh re- mark:
 Your French may be good, but il does not go with me. Yet is it more do you want here? What have you in that bag you wish 10 open; and wha do you mean by the sentimental trash with which you offer it?"
 "Ah, monsieur has not memory of mo.e came in the sweetest tones of a really seductive voice You astonish me. monsieur I thought you knew everybody else does-Oh. tout le monde, monsieur, that 1 was Miss Challoner's maid-near her when oth- CT people were not-near her the very day she died"
 ' ton from some one Sweetwatef thought it from the brother, who may have misinterpreted some look or gesture on Brotherson's part. Broth erson himself would not be apt to show surprise in any such noisy way.
 IT saw many things-Gh, many things" the girl proceeded with an admira ble mixture of suggestion and reserve. That day and other days too She did not talk-Oh, no, she did not talk, but saw-Oh, yes, saw that she-tbat you-Ill have to ray it, monsieur, that you were tres bons amis after that week in LenoX.
 'Well?' His utteranee of this word was vigorous but not tender What gre you coming to? What cal you have to show me in this connection that I will believe in for a moment?a
 q have these-is monsieur certaine that no one can hear? | Wouldn have anybody hear what have to tell you. for the world-for all the world"
 No one can overhear"
 For the first time that day Sweet water breathed full, deep breath. This assurance had sounded heartfelt. Blessings on her cunning young head She thinks of everything.
 You are unhappy. You have thought Miss Challoner cold that she had no response for your yer ardent passion. But" these words were uttered sotto voce and with telling pauses-"but -I-know-ver much better than that. She was yer proud. She had right she was no poor girl like me-but she spend hours-hours in writing letters she nevaire send. 1 saw one, just once. for leetle minute; while you could breathe so short as that; and it began with Cheri, or your English for that, and it ended with words Oh. yer much like these: You may nevaire ser these lines. which was yer interesting, yeree so. and made one want to see what she did with letters she wrote and neyaire mail; so watch and look and one day l see them She had a leetle ivory box Oh, yer nice, yer pretty I thought it