Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-05-05
The Butler Took Michael; Peg Asked
Him Not to Hurt tho Dog.


The Butler Took Michael; Peg Asked
Him Not to Hurt the Dog.
call and find out what progress you're
making. And now l must take my
leave" He picked up his hat and cane
from the table.
Peg sprang up breathlessly and
frightenedly. Now that Mr.. Hawkes.
was going she felt deserted. He had
at least been gentle and considerate to
her. She tugged at his sleeve and
looked straight up into his face with
her big blue eyes wide open and
pleaded:
"Plaze, sir, take me with ye an
send me back to New York. I'd rather
go home. Indade would. l don't
want to be lady. l want me father.
Place take me with ye'
"Oh, come, come Mr.. Hawkes. be-
gan.
II want to go back to me father.
Indade l do" Her eyes filed with
tears. "He mightn't like me to stay
here now that me uncle's dead"
"Why, it was your uncle's last wish
that you should come here. Your ia
Their will be delighted at your good
fortune" He gently pressed her back
into the chair and smiled pleasantly
and reassuringly down at her.
Just when he had negotiated every
fHinep iofo 1t0rS1vr RI huv Dor
endeavor to upset it all was most dis
turbing. He went on again:
Your aunt will do everything in her
power to make you feel at home
Won't you, Mrs. Chichester?'
"Everything!' said Mrs. Chichester,
grave.
Peg looked at her aunt ruefully cher
expression was most forbidding); at
Ethel's expressive back; lastly at
Alaric fitting cigarette into a gold
mounted holder. Her whole nature
cried out against them. She made one
last appeal to Mr.. Hawkes.:
DO send me back to me father!'
Nonsense. my dear Miss O'Connell.
You would not disappoint your father
in that way, would you? Wait for a
month. I'll call on the LIST, and ex-
pect to hear only the most charming
things about you. Now, goodby." And
he took her hand.
She looked up wistfully at him.
"Goodby, sir. An thank ye very
much for bein' so kind to me-"
Hawkes. bowed to Mrs. Chichester
and Ethel and went to the door.
"Have cab?' asked Alaric.
mo; thank you," replied the law
yer. II have no luggage. Like the
walk. Good day" And Pegs only
friend in England passed out and lef
her to face this terrible English fami
ly alone.
"Your name is Margaret" said Mrs
Chichester as the door closed on Mr.
| Hawkes..
mo, ma'am," Peg began, but imme
diately corrected herself; mo, aunt
beg your pardon-no, aunt-my nam,
is Pegw cried she earnestly.
THAT is only a corruption. We will
call you Margaret" insisted Mrs. Chi
chester, dismissing the subject onc'
and for all.
But Peg was not to be turned 81
lightly aside. She stuck to her point.
II wouldn't know myself as Mar
garet-indade wouldn't. might for
get to answer to the name of Mar
garrett" She stopped her pleading ton
and said determinedly. my name /
Peg" Then little softer and NOR
plaintively she added: me father al
ways calls me Peg. 1t would put m
in mind of me father if you'd let m
be called Peg, aunt She ended be
plea with little yearning cry.
KINDLY leave your father out Of tn
conversation" snapped the old lady Sc
verely.
'Then it's all will lave him GU
OFF, cried Peg, springing up and cor
fronting the stately lady of the house
Mrs. Chichester regarded her in a.
constituent and anger.
mo temper, If you please" and sh
. motioned Peg to resume her seat.
Poor Peg sat down, breathing hare
her fingers locking and unlocking. he
stanch little heart aching for the on
human being she was told not to n
fer to.
This house was not going to hold he
a prisoner If her fathers name was t
be sighted or ignored. On that poi1
she was determined. Back to Americ
she would 60 If her fathers name wa
ever insulted before her.
, Mrs Chichester's voice broke the 8
, lence:
you must take my daughter q
your model in all things"
Il Peg looked at Ethel. and all her al
ger vanished temporarily. The idea {
taking that young lady as a model al
pealed to her as being irresistibl