The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1913-12-26
"Ah, Oh. must como home to him!"

sAh, she must como home to him!"
Bridget was inside rolling out pastry.
She opened her sash for the kitchen
was hot.
"Shad!"
"Yes. BiddyY'
DO you think II the master finds It
out he'll be after KILN ns?"
"Sure. don't be silly. What have we
got to do with it?'
"Oh. haven't we. thought"
HE can't know it IL 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 II eve find it out. He'll
never look behind thin curtains"
1T was bold of us anyhow" ,
ut 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'Shanghnessy and got dissolution for
meddlin' with your s%uperiors."
$50 it was" Bridget left the pastry
board and sat down and cried tem2es-
tuously. Sure 1t was me myself that
! did all that same. thinkin' all the time
that whin the young creature ONE
back how sad shed be to find the road
to him blocked mp like that"
"Ah. don't lie cryin'. Biddy. You're
in the right Of it always. Sure I'm
thinkin' the d;lyrl soon come when the
young master u be glad enough that
| there's one door ieadin' to the mis-.
tress' part Of the old house that amt
barred ag'iD him except by the turntn'
Of a key In the lock-"
shell come home! Alb. she must
come home to him!" walled Miss Sup
+! pie. ''And him the light OF her eyes
and her the apple Of hist"
"Biddy." Shaddle dropped his black.
Ing brush hastily and thrust a hand
through the wide iron bars of the
Kitchen window. selling Bridget's
tioury fingers, ''say. mayn't I 60 be.
yond and tell Father O'shaHghnessy to
! read our banns next week."
Shaddle had. he thought. caught his
Dulcinea In a melting mood.
+; But Bridget cast a deeply reproach-
) full glance through her bars. jerked her
hand back to its rolling pin and an
swered.
"Sure. men has no hearts at all. at
all. Shad. IN not have no banns rcadf
until the mistress comes home"
Then the Lord help us" 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 Saddles
visit. He came back to his home,
entering nov and always by the Wash
ington square door. the door his father
had been accustomed to use for all tho
! years Of his professional life. Az the
serving man and woman had foreseen,
he never pushed aside the curtains
they had 70 artfnlly hung TO inspect
!. the work: tn fact, tt was an intense
relief to him not to zee the new walls,
not to have to look at the solid, divid.
ing barrier.
For awhile he led his life quiet, 20
far Ia one could see. as usual: only not
mingling with bis kind. Men never
ventured to ask Peter Van Zandt one.
question: OF women either: there was
tacit silence between him and his &c.
quaintances. whatever Surmtses they
made among themselves. No one knew
where Mra..van Zandt was until Amy
De Peyster had a letter from her 90
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