The Detroit times., 1914-04-22

tDo you" Piotr turned again e
Marx. do YOU know Latin, too?'
EOh. a little" Mark sought hazia
fare as this announcement OF hl'
erudition fell But Kazia was looking
afay.
l'And will you help nae with that
sometimes?
ESure. Sometimes" Mark assented
reChlessly.
But Piotr was Unsuitable. Every
night?"
-wen, no said Marx recovering
caution. not every night. can -
"Or course not. Piotr kaza cpl
I'm. "He can't waste time on stupid
little Hunky. .....
I'm not a Hunky.' Piotr resented
passionately. addressing Kazia but Tor
Marks benefit, ANY mOre.n You are
We are-we were Poles. But We re
Americans nov. why, I've almost TOT
gotten how 20 talk Polish except 20
the Matks," he added conscienuoHsly'
"Will YOU help me tonight be re-
turned 10 Mark. with less assurance.
ITS Caesar And ! am stupid ne
sighed.
Mark though repenting his rash
ness. could not we'll refuse For an
hour they listened while Caesar unc-
tuously told how he had taught the
conquered VercingetOriN his place.
But Kazia was not al any time pres
ent during the lesson. Al last, NaNh
ing nightly, Mark arose, lie Went
up TO his room, bearing Piotr aWh-
ward gratitude and followed br a look
of humble admiration il is probably
well he did not perceive
But the incident had its sequel
He found light burning dimly in
the narrow hallway before his door,
and coming out of his room kazia
II was fixing things she exclaimed,
Indifferent as ever.
THANK you, Kazia Thea room, as
he remembered il, had been IN perfect
order. He stood aside to let her pass.
) She took one %sIF aud, thea sSS'aS2sSa
abruptly ,iookSmg Up a1,lnuase =" s"Ns
denly hostile eyes. -
what she demanded, did you
come here TO-?
He smiled1the smile ofHage for a
but amusing child. Because
your father asked me, guess
But you know Latin and algebra
and things"
why, what's that got Ito do with
1t, Kazia?"
1--WE don't. We're just>mill- workers
and Hunkies."
He was not schooledtin the reading
of voices, but he caught bitterness
there. He looked at herr more intently
and more kindly.
I'm a mill-worker, too. And don't
know much of those things really.
What | do know is an accident. A
preacher where | came from taught
me little. I'm not vain over IL"
But you know them, she insisted.
"And we don't. PiotT tries, but he
too stupid" She threw
her head back. in defiance OF the con-
tempt he must feel for them and their
ignorance. ~ could, but they won't
let me. can't even talk right-ex-
cept what tpick up from Piotr"
But YOU talk as well as | do,
Kazia.
mo, I don't. You just say that.
What" she repeated resentfully, did
you come here for? You don't like us.
You wont have anything 10 de with
us. You eat, then go up TO your room
and stay rhere We thought you were
coming TO be friends with PiotI''--an
almost 1mperceptible pause-"and
me-"
Amusement had quite gone. lie had
forgotten that he was very tired and
sleepy. He had not thought that dark
eyes could be so expressive; in par
tcular. that KaZia!s could disturb the
careful reasoning with which he had
hedged about his exclusiveness He
was impelled TO make his position
clear.
Il come up to sleep, Kazia. You
see, was pretty near on my last legs
when / came here and need all the
rest can get. Inn not used to work
in the mills and ! guess I'm not so
strong as ! look " I'm going to get
ahead, I've got to do 1t while | can
stand the work. Besides | didn't think
you cared whether liked you or
not"
II don't" she declared. with little
uplifting of her chin; IL was a beau
tifully nodded feature The move
ment called his eyes to the slender
yet strong and rounded throat He
wondered that these hPauties had
escaped his notice II don't. But
Piotr and Uncle Roman do
Uncle Roman" 1t was the first
time he had heard the phrase. II
he was your father. Kazia
In the flickering light he could see
hot color suddenly rush TO her
normally white cheeks. She seemed
to shrink away from him. as II in
fear OF hurt.
"No IL have no father"
"Oh," He assumed bereavement.
On a sudden plying impulse he put
out his hand and laid Il on her bare
forearm: the flesh was smooth and
firm. That's too bad Kazia
And then, most unex pectedly. the
curtain was drawn aside for him.
II won't be pitied With the cry
fell away the Kazia he had known
as did Cinderela's tatters In her
place stood q girl who seemed taller
whose head was held I'm fashion pc
culfar. in his books. TO very proud
and fine ladies. Her eyes blazed de
fiance. She snatched her arm away
Here they're all ashamed But
amt ashamed. ] won't have YOU pity
me-"
This was mystery But he did not
press her for an explanation he
was more interested in another phe
nomenon. lie leaned forward. eager
Iy drinking in the details OF the pic
ture lest with the subsistence OF
strange outburst IL be caught away
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