Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-09-18
TINES REPUBLICAN, MARsHA1LrowN sEPrEBER 49, 1914

good care Of her. my dear. That's
what such institutions are for. II 10
quite scandalous for her and for us
never happened In our family before!'
Marta arched her eyebrows.
"We don't knowi" she exclaimed
softly.
"How can you think such thing.
let alone saying it--you. Galland!"
her mother gasped in indignation.
THAT Is, II we 90 far back" said
Marta. AT all events. We have no
precedent, so let's establish one by
keeping her"
"But for her own cake! She will
have to live with her shame!" Mrs.
Galland objected. Let her begin
afresh in the city. We shall give her
q good recommendation. for she is
really an excellent servant. Yes, she
will readily find place among
strangers"
"Still. she doesn't want to go, and It
would be cruel to send her away"
"Cruel! Why. Marta. do you think
I would be cruel! Oh. very well. then
We will let her stay!"
Both are away at church. Mrs. Gal
land ought to be here any minute, but
Miss Galland will be later because Of
her children's class" said Minna. will
you wait on the veranda?"
He was saying that he would stroll
in the garden when childish footsteps
were heard In the hall, and after a
curly head had nestled against the
mothers skirts its owner, reminded of
the Importance Of manners in the
world where the stork had left her.
made q curtesy. Lsnstron shook a
small hand which must have lately
been on intimate terms with sugar or
Jam.
How. do you do. flying soldier man?''
ehirruped Clarissa Eileen. It was evil
dent that she held Lanstron in high
favor.
Let me hear you say your name.' %
said Lanstron.
CIarfsss Eileen was triumphant. She
had been waiting for days with the
revelation when he should make that
old request. Now she enunciated it
with every vowel and consonant cor
rectly and primly uttered; indeed, she
repeated 1t 4our or five times in proof
Of complete mastery.
"a pretty name. I've often wondered
how you came to give 1t to her." said
Lanstron to Minna.
you do like I'll" exclaimed Minna
with girlish eaSerness. II gave her
the most beautiful name could think
Of because"-she laid her hand caress-
ingly on the child's head and ma
donna-like radiance stole into her face
because she might at least have a
beautiful name when"-the dull blaze
OF recollection now burning In her
eyes-"when there wasn't much pros
pect Of many beautiful things coming
into her life; though l know, of course,
that the world thinkc she ought to be
called Maggie"
Proceeding leisure,y al-ng the main
path of the first terrace, Lanstron fol-
lowed It past the rear of the house to
the old tower. Long ago the moat that
surrounded the castle had been filed
in. The green OF rows Of grape vines
lay against the background Of . mat
OF ivy on the ancient stone walls. which
had been cut away from the loopholes
get with window glass. The door was
open. showing room that had been
Chased in by,a ceiling Of boards from
the walls to the circular stairway that
ran aloft from the dungeons. On the
floor Of flags were cheap rugs. A num-
Der of seed and nursery catalogues
were piled on q round table covered
with brown cloth.
"Hello!" Lanstron called softly.
"Hello!"' he called louder and yet
louder.
Receiving no answer. he retrAced his
steps and seated himself on the second
terrace In q secluded spot in the
shadow of the first terrace wall, where
he could see anyone coming up the
main flight Of steps from the road.
When Marta walked she usually came
from town by that way. At length the
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rection broke on his ear. Some one
was approaching along the path that
ran at his feet Around the corner Of
the wall, In, his workman's Sunday
clothes of black. but wearing his old
straw hat. appeared Teller, the gar
dener. He paused to examine rose
bush and Lanstron regarded him
thoughtfully.
Az he turned away he looked up
and glance of definite and unfalter-
ing recognition was exchanged be-
tween the two men. They had the
garden to themselves.
"Gustave!" Lanstron exclaimed I'M.
der his breath.
"Lanny!" exclaimed the gardener.
turning over branch of the rose bush.
He seemed unwilling to risk talking
openly with Lanstron.
"You look the good workman in his
Sunday best to tt" said Lanstron.
Being stone-deaf." returned Feller,
with . trace Of drollery in his voice.
II hear very well-at times. Tell me"
his whisper vas Quivsrins With
eagerness- shall We nght7 Shall we
hght?" IA
1--WE are nearer to it than We have