Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-12-23

"Ah, she must come home to him!"
Bridget was inside rolling out pastry
She opened her sash for the kitchen
was hot.
"Shad!'
Eyes, BiddyT
do you think if the master finds it
out he'll be after KILN u.s."
"Sure, don't be silly. What ave we
got to do with it,"
"Oh, haven't we, thought"
"He can't know it if you don't tell
him.
Then maybe he'd blame the boss
builder and call him in and make him
do it, and we'd get sent away for in
terferin'."
NO" Shaddle shook his head. The
young master IL never find it out. He'll
never look behind thin curtains"
ut was bold Of us anyhow"
1T was yourself, Biddy, with your
big heart as thought of leavin' the first
floor arch as it was. 1t was yourself
that wheedled the boss builder. 1t was
yourself that confessed it to Father
O'Shaughnessy and got dissolution for
meddlin' with your superiOrs."
$50 it was" Bridget left the pastry
board and sat down and cried tempes-
tuOusly. "Sure it was me myself that
did all that same, thinkin' all the time
that whin the young creature comes
back how sad she'd be to find the road
to him blocked up like that"
"Ah. don't be cryin', Biddy. You're
in the right of it always. Sure I'm
thinkin' the day'll Dol come when the
young master III be glad enough that
there's one door leadin' to the mis-
tress' part of the old house hat amt
barred ag'in him except by the turnin'
of a key in the lock-"
She'll come home. All, she must
come home to him. walled Miss Sup
pie. and him the light of her eyes
and her the apple of his!"
"Biddy." Shaddle dropped his black
ing brush hastily and thrust a hand
through the wide iron oars Of the
kitchen window. Selling Bridget's
houry fingers, "say, mayn't l go be-
yond and tell Father O'Shaughnessy to
read Our banns next week."
Shaddle had, he thought, caught his
Dulcinea in a melting mood.
But Bridget last a deeply %reproach-
full glance through her bars, jerked her
hand back to it's rolling pin and an
swered.
"Sure. men has no hearts at all, at
all. Shad, I'll not have no banns read
until the mistress comes home"
'Then the Lord help u.s." responded
the butler. May she come in the next
| Ship
"She won't do that same. but she'll
come" was Miss Supplies not alto
gether comforting rejoinder.
Mr.. Van Zandt left the hotel that
evening Immediately after Shaddle's
visit. He came back to his home,
entering now and always by the Wash
ington square door, the door his father
had been accustomed to use for all the
years of his professional life. AS the
serving man and woman had foreseen,
he never pushed aside the curtains
they had so artfully hung to inspect
the work; in fact, it was an intense
relief to him not to see the new walls,
not to have to look at the solid divid-
ing barrier.
For awhile he led his life quiet. so
far as one could see. as usual: only not
mingling with his kind. Men never
ventured to ask Peter Van Zandt one
question; or women either: there was
tacit silence between him and his ac-
quaintances. whatever surmises they
made among themselves No n knew
where Mrs. Van Zandt was until Amy
De Peyster had a letter from her at
Limoges, and IN this Betty vouched
no more Of an explanation than her
husband.
Amy wrote.
Betty answered; a correspondence
that was between the lines. and where
in Amy proved herself the invaluable.
wonderful friend a woman can be
when she is made Of the right ma
terials.
On the night when Peter had left the
New York hotel and returned to his
own roof, he had called Shaddle to him