The Detroit times., 1913-09-08
CHAPTER XIV.
4 Said n. and 4 viii.


A rushing mountain stream-white-
veiled In the falling. black-brown In
the fOam-hecked pools-tumbied,
splashed. brawled down the noun
tain; the mountain hung over. shaG-
owy; banks or fern held the RAM
pant brook in chains OF green, Alike
and Francois, riding slowly in the
coolness of the road below. looked up
and saw it all. familiar. beautiful, fuli
Of old associations.
One misses Pietro." Francois said.
''He always wanted to ride past the
'Trou du Gouverneur.
A Roman legend had given this
name to the deep pool of the brook
by the road. II was said that the
cruel old governor had used IL, two
thousand years back, for drowning &c
fractory peasants. Alike gazed stead.
lily at the dark murmnring. water.
Yes. one misses him. Is life like
that. do you suppose. Francois? One
grows up with people. and they get
10 be as much a part Of living as the
afr. or ones hahds-and then, sudden
ly. one Is told that they are going
away. And that ends 1t. One must
do without air. without hands. What
a world, Francois
I'VE are not meant TO like II too
much, believe Alike said Fran
cois sunniiy, 1t is just en- passant,
this world. when you stop 10 consider.
The real business will come. sup
pose, when we are moved on step
farther. Friendships and separations
will not seem SO badly arranged then.
propably. This is school. this life.
gather. My mother says II Is not
very important II one has good seat
In the schooiroom or bad; II one
Sits near ones playmates or Is sent
to another corner. SO long as one Is
good child and works heartily at one s
lessons. IL is only for day-and
then we 60 home, where all that Is
made right. Not a bad idea OF my
mothers, is II. Alixe?"
Your mother Is wonderful wo-
man. Alike answered thoughtfully.
"She lives like that She never let
things trouble her. not even when
your father lost everything. Did sne,
Francois?"
NO. said Francois. She Is one OF
the few people who know what the
real things are and live In them. II
is hard to do that can not care
so bitterly for what | want. II is
Francois hesitated-"it Is very hard
for me TO give up-what ] want. he
stumbled over the words; his voice
shoola so that Alike shifted In the
saddle and looked at him inqu1ringiy'
Francois! Is anything wrong:
Must you. give up something"
Francois laughed then and patted
the brown arching neck OF Capitaino.
successor to Cog Everybody must
give up things; and remuneration Is
the measure of strength" he said
with twenty-year-old generalization,
vet with light In his face whcn
night have been the smiling of an
aged saint. You were talking about
Pietro," he went on rapidly; about
our separation from him. our good
old Pietro. | do miss him. Yet that
was Inevitable from the beginning.
That was life Pietro Is italian; he
has his place over there"-and he
nodded to where far-on Italy might
lie. "He Is a man, PietrO, every inch.
already. He has gone to fill his place,
as quietly, as unhesitatingly as ne
will DO everything that comes 10
him"
everything that comes to him
yes" Alike spoke little scornfuliy.
''but-Francois--he does not go very
fast to meet the things that come to
him"
Francois eyes flashed at her. You
have never been fair to Pietro. Alike.
mo fair?" Alike interrupted. and
laughed.
mo. not fair" repeated the boy,
"You do not seem to see what he is
a heart OF gold, wall OF rock II Is
not his way to talk much. but he has
great Qualities
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