The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-08-27

| after which he let the boy begin I'M
aided stumbling but finally success
full pursuit of the elusive K.
While Piotr was fioundering, his
new mentor felt some one behind him.
He glanced around and caught Kazia,
her arms full OF unwashed dishes, look
ing at him. The wonted indifference
had fed before a look OF surprised
interest. Mark stared, incredulous;
1t seemed not the same face. But the
new look vanished instantly. He had
a sense Of baflement as II he had
come upon rare picture just as a
curtain was drawn.
"Fine!" he exclaimed, clapping Piotr
on the shoulder he had not heard the
last few equations. We'll make a
scholar out of you yet, Pete"
"Pete!" The boys homely face
lighted up. "Kazia, did you hear? He
called me Pete"
Il like Piotr better" she said. with
a shrug that imperiled her burden.
DO you,' Piotr turned again to
Mark, do you know Latin, too"
"Oh. little!" Mark sought Kazia' 8
face as this announcement of his cru
dition fell. But Kazia was looking
away.
And will you help me with that
sometimes?"
Sure. Sometimes" Mark assented
recklessly.
But Piotr was Unsuitable. Every
night?"
We'll, no." said Mark, recovering
caution. Not every night. can't"
"Of course not, Piotr," Kazia cut In.
He can't waste time on a stupid little
! Hunky."
I'm not a Hunky," Piotr resented
! passionately, addressing Kazia but
| for Marks benefit, amy moren you
are. We are-we were-Poles. But
we're Americans now. Why, I've
almost forgotten how to talk Polish
except to the Matka," he added con-
scientiously
will you help me tonight?" he re-
turned to Mark, with less assurance.
It's Caesar. And / am stupid" he
! sighed
Mark, though repenting his rash
ness, could not well refuse. For an
hour they listened while Caesar unc-
tuously told how he had taught the
! conquered Vercingetorix his place.
But Kazia was not at any time pres
ent during the lesson. At last, yawn-
ing nightly. Mark arose. He went
up to his room, bearing Piotrs awk-
ward gratitude and followed by a
look OF humble admiration 1t is prob
ably we'll he did not perceive.
But the incident had its sequel.
He found a light burning dimly In
the narrow hallway before his door,
and coming out of his room-Kazia.
Il was fixing things" she ex-
claimed Indifferent as ever.
Thank you. Kazia" The room. as
he remembered it, had been in perfect
order. He stood aside to let her pass.
She took one step and then stopped
abruptly, looking up at him with sud
denly hostile eyes.
What" she demanded, did you
come here for?"
He smiled-the smile of age for a
naughty but amusing child. Because
your father asked me, l guess"
But you know Latin and algebra and
things"
why, what's that got to do with it
Kazia?"
I'VE don't We're just mill-workers
and Hunkies."
He was not schooled in the reading
of voices, but he caught bitterness
there. He looked at her more intent
ly-and more kindly.
What" she repeated resentfully
did you come here for? You dom
like us. You won't have anything &c
do with us. You eat, then go up tC
your room and stay there. We thought
you were coming to be friends with
Piotr"-an almost imperceptible pause
land me-"
81 come up to sleep, Kazia. You see
was pretty near on my last legs
when l came here and | need all the
rest I can get. I'm not used to worl
In the mills and / guess I'm not sc
strong as look. II I'm going to gel
ahead, I've got TO do II while I car
stand the work Besides didn't think
you cared whether liked you or not
IL don't" she declared, with little
uplifting of her chin; It was a beauti
fully nodded feature. The movement
called his eyes to the slender yet
strong and rounded throat. He won
dered that these beauties had escaped
his notice. 81 don't. But Piotr and
Uncle Roman do"
Uncle Roman?" 1t was the firsi
time he had heard the phrase. 81
thought he was your father, Kazia."
mo. IL have no father"
"Oh!" He assumed a bereavement
On a sudden plying impulse he put
out his hand and laid It on her bare
forearm: the flesh was smooth and
firm. That's too bad, Kazia."
And then, most Unexpectedly, the
curtain was drawn aside for him.
Il won't be pitiedl" With the cry
fell away the Kazia he had known, az
did Cinderella's tatters. In her place
stood a girl who seemed taller, whose
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