The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-04-29

PEG Followed Jarvis Up the Stairs.
He was genuinely concerned that his
old chum should not meet that impossi
BILE little red headed Irish heather
whom an unkind fate had dropped
down in their midst.
At the hall door Mrs Chichester told
Jarvis that her niece was not to leave
her room without permission.
AS Mrs Chichester and Alaric pass
ed out they little dreamed that the same
relentless fate was planning still fur
Their humiliations for the unfortunate
family and through the new and un
welcome addition to it.
Peg was shown by the maid. Ben
nett, into a charming old world room
overlooking the rose garden. Every
thing about it was in the most ex
quisite taste. The furniture was OF
white and gold. the vases of Sevres. a
few admirable prints on the walls and
roses everywhere. -"
Left to her reflections. poor Peg
found herself wondering how people
with so much that was beautiful
around them could live and act as the
Chichester family apparently did. They
seemed to borrow nothing from their
once illustrious and prosperous dead
They were, it would appear, only con
cerned with a particularly near pres
ent
The splendor Of the house awed-the
narrowness of the people irritated her
What an unequal condition OF things
where such people were endowed with
so much of the worlds goods while her
father had to struggle all his life for
the bare necessaries!
Very much comforted by the reflec-
ton and having exhausted all the Gu
rious things in the little mauve room.
she determined to see the rest OF the
house. First she changed to another
dress
At the top of the stairs she met the
maid Bennett
Mrs. Chichester left word that you
were not to leave your room without
permission. was Just going to tell
you." said Bennett.
All Pegs independent Irish blood
6ared up. What would she be doing
shut up in a little white and gold
room all day? She answered the maid
excitedly:
Tell Mrs. Chi-ster I am not goin' to
do anything of the kind. AS long as
stay in this house I'll see every bit of
itr' and she swept past the maid down
the stairs into the same room for the
third time.
You'll only get me into trouble"
cried the maid.
NO. won't / wouldn't get you
into trouble for the wurrld. I'll get
all the trouble. an III get ii now"
Peg ran across. opened the door con.
Meeting with the ball and called out:
Aunt. Cousins. Aunt! Come here:
want to tell We about meself"
They've all gone out" said the maid
quickly.
Then what are We maxim such
fuss about? You go out too"
She watched the disappointed Ben
nett leave the room and then began a
tour of inspection. She had never seen
so many strange things outside Of
museum.
Fierce men in armor glared at her
out OF massive frames; old gentlemen
In powdered wigs smiled pleasantly at
her: naughty ladies in breath bereav-
ing coiffures stared superciliously right
through her. She felt most uncom-
Portable in such strange company.
On the piano she found a perfectly
carved bronze statuette of Cupid. She
gave little elfish cry of delight. took
the statuette in her arms and kissed 1t.
Cupid. me darlin'! Faith. it's you
that causes all the mischief In the
wurrld. We divil ye" she cried.
All her depression vanished. She
was like a child again. She sat down
at the piano and played the simple re-
train and sang in her little girlish
tremulous voice one of her fathers
favorite songs, her eyes on Cupid:
ITO be Continued Next Week.