The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1914-01-09

supple SuOOh ueI ucau, WHICH was
crowned by Il most remarkable turkey
red sweeping cap. decked with u bow
Of great size that nodded with her
every movement.
Not madame, my grandmammaY
Supple still shook her head. MOI
yet. Master Peter. by and by"
'Oh. very well. Now tell me-"
''S,lre. sir: why 90 you want to know
tlat:" Miss Supple was adjusting
sundry matters in her mind and WAS
taking time.
Because" the little boy said, choos-
ing words as he had to do. since he
had been brought up in 81 foreign coin"
try. because. Brigitte. | am like a
king of France: that one who was ais"
the locksmith. You know"
Miss Supple nodded. She didn't
know. but what did that matter. The
king loved to tit the keys. So do l.
much better than the violin. Now,
where shall ! go to tit the big one?
Miss Supple rose. While the boy had
been speaking she had communed with
uCI SGllLlS. itIu ~ tSl tAlp ooNa SAAS
had seemed to speak. Bridget said.
Come on. sir" and together the mid
die aged oma in her turkey red COZ.
onet. the little boy in his Hessian boots
and army cap. followed by the three
pussy cats. descended the garnet stairs,
then the lower fight. cautiously. tip
toe, Supple with her finger on her lips.
as they passed the mistress door.
Down to the wide hall and across to
the big archway. Supple drew aside
the heavy curtains and disclosed the
large mahogany door. She pointed to-
the keyhole and the bow on the TUE
key red wagged expressively.
"It's there that one fits. Master Pc
ter" Bridget whispered.
"Shall /. then. ct it and turn it," the
little boy whispered back. the army
cap of Peter Van Zandt dropping into
his eyes and over his round. red
cheeks.
Paganini at this juncture mewed.
Miss Supple exclaimed. still under
her breath:
"Whisht! No. sir; not now. not now"
But when?" The child looked
earnestly at her. waiting. the big key
in his hand. ready.
But when?' Yes. that was the
question Supple could not answer. and
the sparkling. expectant. excited child.
ish eyes waited on her reply.
"Well. Master Peter. it's your own
Bridget has led you here to the sill OF
it. but it's your own self, sir. must say
when you'll tit the key to that lock-"
The child. confronted with his first,
draft Of real responsibility. drew back,
then in manly fashion started forward
to fit the key then and there.
Bridget held his arm. Not now,
Master Peter. not now" Supple was
terrified at her W audacity.
Little Peter thus withheld. said,
But, Brigitte. what is on the Other
side OF this doory"
f. Bridget Supple. brought face to face
with Il concise problem. clapped a hand
to the turkey red for assistance. To be
Supple had an excellent intelli-
gence slowed away back of the turkey
red somewhere.
After a slight pause. Sure. Master
Peter. ] don't exactly know. but I'm
thinsin' it's happiness. sir. that's iyin'
on the other side of that door"
do you:' cried the child %excitedly
Happiness for grandmamma alsog"
''Snre l do"
''Brigitte"- tile little boy drew near
to her. holding the key tight-''do you
fancy ] should unlock that door and
find happiness for Nine. G%randmam-
ma before Christmas. chg"
II do. sir: that same. before Christ
mas. some evenin'. Master Peter. when
madam is readin' or writin' above or
when she's gone up to Bloomin'dale to
visit Miss DE Peyster." '
"Brigtte. will! You will see:
will. fol dc In Quereau. unlock and
find the happiness for grandmamma."
He put tie key In his Jacket pocket,
and Bridge. went into the pantry to
confer a bit with Shaddle.