Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-08-27

IHey InuHuseu 10 get SIN Huphins
from American clearing house agents,
"gewgaws for officers messes, doubt
less" according to Kirinskoff, the
gloomy Russian. The Little Duchess
looked at hers beside her plate indif-
ferently. and then. without haste or
curiosity, placed Il in her lap as the
meal began. (The table was spread
picnic, on the ground.) Bompard
glanced at Holman, as If to say:
Didn't tell you?" At that moment
Belacoscia, the Corsican, tucked his
napkin under his chin, and Quennion.
the Breton, tied his round his neck.
In two minutes it was noticed that
the Little Duchess had tied hers
around her neck! After the meal Hol-
man started to triumph. You saw y
he said" "Of course" replied the
Swiss. "and l am more convinced than
ever. 1t was the tact of lady. Not to
correct another or be different In
small matters when you sit at his
table. Certainly, the child Is well
born"
To sift 1t out, they tried her in
parlor." A mile away was the devas-
tated chateau of ", inhabited two
years by German etat-maJor, and
gutted and burned in their retreat.
The fire had not taken in one wing,
and a small drawing room was fitted
up with odds and ends Of furniture
by the legionaries. They even found
an old piano, doubtless from some
nursery disdained by the
Germans. To all this they led their
Little Duchess.
The child passed in the monumental
entrance to the chateau and looked
round with tranquil approval. rs II
well?" asked Athos, the Greek 1T Is
we'll" she answered. Swiftly thru the
empty halls (not TO confuse her mem
ory) they led her to the furnished
parlor." Malatesta took her to the
sofa" ''Is it well?" asked the Ital-
ian. at is WELL" she answered.
Legionaries hulked round the wall
Of the little parlor. The child did not
stop at the sofa, but seated herself
ottoman upholstered stool without a
back).
THAT settles It," said Bompard.
"Chldren In old French families used
always to be taught to sit straight, on
such stools, before their elders. 1t Is
the grand old bringing-up of the no.
bility."
"Tut, tut" said Turov. "In Bohemia
well brought up peasant children seek
stool to sit before their elders!"
Good" said Bompard.. Let us risk
strong test"
With friendly smile and natural ges-
ture. he motioned the little girl to the
piano. wont you play us some
thing?" he asked.
The child sat on the piano stool,
perplexed, troubled. wrinkling her
forehead. The hulking legionaries
held their breath. What strain OF
/ effort might be not there. to remem-
ber an elusive something. sweet and
peaceful, far-off, thru n purgatory OF
confusion, fright, blood. hunger. lone
illness and awful explosions which
hurt her poor head! Or had they just
set up peasant child on the piano
stool, before a task which was inn
possible and cruel, IL she should grasp
the meaning of it?"
J Malatesta bluff and tender hearted
started. with an oath, to rescue her
At that moment her hands reached
the keyboard. The child struck q
chord, single chord. and that was all
but chordy and n true one. "That's
enough today!" said Bompard in high
glee. And all piled out of the molder.
ing chateau into the springtime sun
light, laughing and chatting bolster
ously and petting> the Little Duches:
prodigiously.
Since, in returns to the piano with
Bompard, Malacesta. Turov and other
musicians, she has remembered bits OF
tuneful lie Couppy exercises and par
of what the Swiss boy asserts to be 6
sonatine Limitation sonata for begin
ners) by Clemonti.
She learned her alphabet in ter
days and could read print. more ol
less, In three weeks. She turned out
of course. not to be deaf and dumb a
all, but terrific artillery conclusions
to which she must have been som,
time subjected, are supposed to have
communicated shock to brain nerves
or frail little body. with resultns
stunning and confusion. Today sh
certainly can talk" and learns tel
new words in a morning when sh
wants to, but Malatesta and Turo'
, won't let her be pushed. They arr
rude, tough men, astonishingly gen
"She is not like Others" says tn
superstitious Bohemian. If all is true
he has good reason.
Listen. Turov would never wear
helmet, because it gave him headache
One morning, to general surprise, tn
child brought him the heavy headpiec
and indicated that he should put it on
= To humor her, he wore 1t for half al
hour in the shade, but starting of
with a scouting party. Git is No-Man'
Land up there), he slyly left tn
heavy steel casque behind, accordin
to habit. On the edge of the fores
something tugged at his coattalls
What. what" inquired Turov, tn
dreamy the absent-minded the demo
In combat. 1t was the child-witl
= his helmet.
What oou.- l do?" the Bohemia
is represented as telling. Fool tn
child? In play, yes, for fancy. Foo
a child who cares for me, who run