The Washington times., 1913-12-30
CHAPTER Xv.-(Continued.)

VERARD was coming to say
l. goodnight. Supposing he were
to be outside now and made
some noise to attract her at
tention, Would peit pere neve,
finish? It seemed endless Sne sal
with her hands clasping the bdbb
IN an agony Of dread, hoping and
praying that the recitation would be
finished before Everand came.
At last. after what seemed an hour,
the reading was brought to a dra-
matte end. Guerchard's smile spread
all over his face Well, then" he
cried, is not that beautiful? Does 1t
not go with swing which fills the
heart with joy? Aha. my dear! 1t is
not every girl who has such n faith
er, Eh?"
Toinette rose to her feet with a
quick breath of relief. She placed
her book on the table and ,le- arms
round her father. 1T was indeed
beautiful, petit perez sh. Id TT
IS your very best Are yc ing 10
'sa ripeGy PSMT E59 Am SO AT 5ired," tel, VOL #
lakes man with soul to think of
lines like that a nan OF imagina-
lion, a poet-what? Name of a name,
my little one let me read You those
last stanzas once more. They are my
very soul Listen"
Toinette bit her liz NOT now. faith
er Let US go. 1t is very late. See.
the clock Says
Hiupolyte, nodded We'll we'll Let
cs go to bed All, but that verse;"
fe began mumbling the lines 20 him
srit as Toinette .hurriedly tidied ths
room in preparation for retiring.
she turned to him with her hand
on the gas Are you readvY'
Guerchard locked up astonished
from his pages. Eh? Ready? OH!
Ees. we are going to bed, is Il not sol
and may the Sainte Vierge guard
you.''
He tucked his sonnet hurriedly into
his pocket, all crumpled Up. and took
the girl in his arms, kissing her tender
" on the forehead But you look tired
little one. Have / made you work toe
lard, pig that 1 am. while I scribbled
stupidities on paper? All, sapristal
What wretch you have for father. -
lie struck himself fiercelv on the brow
with the back of his hand. Grand
Dieu! You are worn out and ] have
not noticed it. Poor little dear: For
give me. 1 am a fool. a dreamer! Let
me carry You up. Do not rise early
tomorrow. Sleep your fill and ] will
bring you your coffee and rolls What
little one? Let your fat one Of father
carry you the little breakfast on a tray
and sit on the end of your bed while
YOU eat IL. Would not that be nice?
'Eh, mon Dieu, tomorro~ You must
10 nothing You must rest Or We
shall have YOU i'll. and then-that would
6e terrible. What shcIld 1 do?
Toinette patted his shoulder and
kissed his check with an affectionate
laugh. oh, La, la" she cried. You
imagine TO yourself that / am already
II. am only little tired. Goodnight,
petit pere."
Guerchard opened the door and 1T
Two candles OH a shelf. outside Come
on he exclaimed We are ready
Toinette turned out the gas and made
uer way across the dark room-to where
The poet awaited her outside with the
candle. with an arm round her waist,
Guerchard mounted the stairs with her,
opened her door, set down the candle in
is accustomed place on the dressing
able took her hand and kissed the
tips of her fingers.
Goodnight, my darling he said.
and with wave of his Land he shut
the door behind him.
Toipette stood for a moment where he
lad left her. looking at the door. She
heard his footsteps go along the pas
sage, and then came the sound Of his
door being shut Then she turned
quickly TO the window and looked out
The shadowy road was empty. Everard
NId not come.
She turned into the room again vith
Is white paper and its picture OF the
Madonna and Child. its crucifiX over
ihe bed, its white dressing-table and
mirror, the little washstand against the