Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-12-26

tat, Yard and Company.
Peacock. just as the names of the old
horses you have tell me about"
Betty looked up from her crochet
work. ''Pierre!" she exclaimed. "You
must be mistaken"
But. no. ~grandmamma, am not
And they are your horses. The groom
told me so. and it is the surprise you
make for me. is it,"
mo. no. no." Betty cried nj impetu-
ously. No. dear. it is only that the
owner Of the stable has probably rent
ed it to some one to whom these new
horses belong"
"Grandmamma"-the little boy spoke
with some fmpatience-'I tell you the
groom says they are your new horses
And. there! hear prancing on the
snow before the house," He darted to
the window. See" Rushing back to
drag his grandmother with him.
Look! There they are. Look. iook!!'
II see" She saw the coupe put into
thorough order. its white Innings re-
newed and a pair of strawberry roans
champing their bits and gayly dancing
in the snow before the door.
Magnificent" cried the child. yours.
grandmamma! Perhaps Santa Claus
sends them early because he will be so
busy with so many c~himneys"
Betty shook her head and drew away.
rs it that we will go out in it now"
The child pressed her eagerly. II am
sure the coachman expects it. for he
put the warm soapstones in for your
feet. Yes"
mo. dear. 1t is a mistake"
She went back to her chair and her
woodwork.
Yes, that was tia mistake. Did Pc
ter Van Zandt think that she was crav-
ing his horses and his carriage? Did he
think that she would accept gifts now:
1t was true that she had come back to
his house. That was because Of the
little lad. of c~ourse-the little lad whom
she could not find it in her soul as yet
to reveal to him
Solely the little lad?
Then Retty's crochet needle dropped
and something briny. bitter, fell upon
the afghan she was making for little
Peters bed.
y Peter Van Zandt could not, did not
want to knock at the door of her half
, CT the old house. she could not ride in
Peter Van Zandt's coupe.
Then it is not for us to get In and
promenade to Central Park or Fifth
avenue. eh. grandmamma?" The child
spoke with resignation.
"No. dear: no. no 1t is a mistake.
Grandmamma knows. You will enjoy
riding on your h~obbyhorse up in the
| garnet. l am sure, just as much as in
the coupe"
Little Peter shook his head. but
you, grandmamma, you have no hob
byhorse. What will o do?"
Just as before"
when you go way up to Bloom
ingdale to Miss Anny's," he sighed
be preferred to wooden ones.
Betty laughed. II will ride in the
horse car to T~hirty-second street, and
there the stage waits to take me to
. Bloomingdale, you remembers"
Peter the little nodded. Eyes, Nine.
Grandmamma, a very pale, miserable
stage, with the horses thin and smok-
ing in the sunshine. without blankets
l ~rememl.el." Pierre de la Quereau
had gone back to the window by this
time ard lis brilliant little face was
pressed against the pane.
"GranILlamma. what is Il mistaken
he at last cried out %petulantly, even
angrily. his small fist clinched ready
to fight mistakes. whatever they
might be.
Something wrong that some one has
dOne-that is always a mistake. dear
one."
"Who. then, did something wrongy
he asked interestingly, coming to her
I, side.
81 did"
.You. Nine. Grandmere! His large,
fncredulous eyes were fixed upon Bet,
tvs face. Then he saw the shine OF
tears. and his little arms went about
her in coaxing fondness. He forgot
the strawberry roans and the coupe.
Presently, too, he felt the key Of hap
piness juggling in his pocket. and he
said: