The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1913-10-15
PONPON'S STOLEN KISS
BY ROB M'cHEYNR.

dangerous warmth that steals into
the veins and lulls the brain to dreams
and "reminiscences. The giant cataract
could be heard family, drowsy, dis
tant hum of monotony-a sound that
seemed to pervade everything and
reach the bewildered brain, strangely
grapes, full ripe; the rich clusters
hanging everywhere.
1t is only by some such psychology.
cal analysis, whether scientific or not.
that an explanation can be found fol-
the startling fact that Fanchette, go
ing home from the days picking al
lowed Ponpon the Jester, the clown,
the great laughing registering Ponpon,
to imprint upon her pretty. upturned
scralet lips, kiss, thinking all the
while it was Antoine.
And such a kiss! A group OF gay
young girls turned at the sound. only
to see the demure Fanchette. blushing
TO he sure. but smiling in serene un.
consciousness of the fact that il was
Ponpon who had slipped up behind her
and tipped her chin back, as Antoine
sometimes did, when he was not too
serious
so. that is the way when Antoine
is not here," And she turned back
to wait for Antoine.
When he came up Ponpon was hang
ing over him. casting all manner OF
jibes at him.
you have excellent taste. Antoine.
swear her little chin is as soft as
- l. rI,,xr h,tr ret
into a loud guffaw. Here Is La Orig
non'-he had given the dark-eyed girl
this nickname because she was tall as
a maypole. and 1t had stuck because
she was pretty as one-"she ill tell
you: she saw Fanchette kiss me"
Yes. and think it is outrageous
Of her"
Ponpon was not prepared for this,
as he had no idea anyone had seen
him. and had called La Grignon into
It only to tease Antoine. So he quick.
ly ran OF to Join another group. But
Antoine was silent and his companion
against her rival.
Fanchette entered the vine-covered
cottage and kissed her mother with
the happiest OF faces.
"Ah. my little Mignon, see you
have made up your quarrel OF last
night with Antoine"
Yes, mamma, he slipped up behind
me as I was walking home-O. mann
ma, 1t was so good of him. know
! was in the wrong last night and !
shall tell him so when he comes to-
night"
But Antoine did not come. The
next day Fanchette noticed a differ
ence in the way the girls treated her.
Day after day OF the balmy Indian
summer passed away and Fanchette,
no longer in doubt of the worlds in
Justice went about her work with a sad
little heart. What had she done? Poor
Fanchette! She knew nothing of the
world as yet. She could not under
stand.
One day. late in October. she was
sitting on the stone wall. her eyes or
across the valley and her thoughts in
far-off Gascony, when Ponpon came
upon her.
Poor Fanchette!" he said banter.
ingly, "she is re last of her illustrious
/ anu IL 10 II.
Come. let me kiss away that sad look"
81 hate you. ] hate you, / hate
everybody" she burst forth
"Fanchette! Dear little Fanchette.
This is serious. Tell Ponpon.'
Fanchette only shook her head and
wfnked the tears back. For a long
time the good hearted fellow who had
worked all the mischief regarded her
in silence, then. unwilling to leave
without a word said:
You will save Ponpon a dance to.
night?"
The girl shook her head.
"Fanchette! Do not be 30 ill-tem-
pered."
"Tm-Tm not going" sobbed poor
Fanchette.
mot going? Not going to the beeg
party that the boss gives US. Why.
there will be dances. and games, and
jack o-lanterns. Not going to the hal.
lowe'en party? Fanchette! Fanchette!
II you do not hold the water in your
mouth you can never get married"
! But the girl wouldn't smile and poor
Ponpon went away sad Of heart. But
she shall CO." he said. and with the
aid of Fanchette's mother he finally
persuaded her to so at the last min
ute.