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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER, HYRUM, UTAH MARY MARIE SP c By Eleanor H. Porter SP Illustrations by H. Livingstone 1 Copyright b SImooc B Peru Continued. 1-4TWO DAYS AFTER THANKSGIVING Tiie violinist 1ms got a rival, l'ui sure ne has. Its Mr. Easterbrook. lies old much as forty and and fat, and bas got lots of money. And hes a very estimable man. (I heard Aunt Hattie say that.) lies awfully jolly, and I like him. lie brings me the loveliest boxes of candy, and calls me Puss. (I dont like that, particularly. Id prefer him to call me Miss Anderson.) Hes not nearly bo as the violinist. The violinist is lots more thrilling, but I shouldnt wonder If Mr. Easterbrook was more comfortable to live with. The violinist is the kind of a man that makes you wont to sit up and take notice, and have your hair and finger nails and shoes Just right; but with Mr. Easterbrook you wouldnt mind a bit sitting In a big chair before the fire with a pair of old slippers on, if your feet were tired. Mr. Easterbrook doesnt care for music. Hes a broker. He looks awfully bored when the violinist is playing, and he fidgets with his watch-chaiand clears his throat very loudly just before he speaks every time. His automobile is bigger and handsomer than the violinists. (Aunt Hattie says the violinists automobile is a hired one.) And Mr. Ensterbrooks flowers that he sends to Mother are handsomer, too, and lots more of them, than the violinists. Aunt Hattie has noticed that, too. In fact, I guess there Isnt anything about Mr. Easterbrook that she doesnt notice. Aunt nattie likes Mr. Easterbrook lots better than she does the violinist. I heard her talking to Mother one day. ONE WEEK LATER There hasnt much happened only one or two things. But maybe Id better tell them before I forget It, especially as they have a good deal to do with me love part of the story. And Im always so glad to get anything of that kind. Ive been so afraid this wouldnt be much of a love story, after all. But I guess It will be, all right. Anyhow, I know Mothers part will be, for its getting more and more exciting about Mr. Easterbrook and the violinist, I mean. They both. want Mother. Anybody can see that now, and, of course, Mother sees it. But which shell take I dont know. Nobody knows. Its perfectly plain to be seen, though, which one Grandfather and Aunt Hattie wmnt her to take I Its Mr. Easterbrook. And he is awfully nice. He brought me a perfectly beautiful bracelet the other day but Mother wouldnt let me keep it. So he had to take it back. I dont think he liked it very well, and I didnt like it, either. I wanted that bracelet. But Mother says Im much too young to wear much jewelry. Well, as I said, its plain to be seen who it is that Grandfather and Aunt Hattie favor; but Im not so sure about Mother. Mother acts funny. Sometimes she wont go with either of them anywhere; then she seems to want to go all the time. And she acts as if she didn't care which she went with, so long as she was just going some- where. 1 think, though, she really likes the violinist the oest; and guess Grandfather and Aunt Hattie think so. too. Something happened last night. Grandfather began to talk at the dinner table. Hed heard something he didnt like about the violinist, I guess, and he started in to tell Mother. But they stopped him. Mother and Aunt Ilattie looked at him and then at me, and then back to him, In their most CHAPTER VI bald-heade- good-lookin- d g 1 re 1 you So he shrugged mustnt-talk-be-fore-h- er his way. shoulders and stopped. But I guess he told them In the library afterwards, for I heard them all talking very excitedly, and some loud ; and I guess Mother didnt like what they said, and got quite angry, for I heard her say, when she came out through the door, that she didnt believe a word of it, and she thought it was a wicked, cruel shame to tell stories like that just because they didnt dke a man. ONE WEEK LATER Well, I guess now something has happened all right I And let me say right away that 1 dont like that violinist now, either, any better than Grandfather and Aunt Hattie. And its not entirely because of wtiat happened last night, either. Its been coming on for a while ever since I first saw him talking to Theresa In the hall when she let him In one night a week ago. Theresa 8 awfully pretty, and I guess he thinks so. Anyhow, I heard him telling her so in the hail, and she iaoghed and blushed and looked sideways at him. Then thej saw me, and he stiffened up and said, very proper and dignified, Kindly hand my card And Theresa said. to Mrs. Anderson. And she was very proper Yes. 6lr. and dignified, too. Well, four days ago I saw them again. He tried to put his arm around her that time, and t lie very next day he tried to kiss her, and after a minute she let him. More than once, too And last night I heard him tell her she was the dearest girl in ail the world, and hed he perfectly happy if he could only marry her. Weil, you can imagine how I felt, when 1 Thought ail the time It was Mother he was coming to see! And now to find out that It was Theresa he wanted all the time, and he was only coming to see Mother so he could see Theresa I Of course, so far, Im the only one that knows, for I havent told It, and Im the only one thats seen anything. Of course, 1 shall warn Mother, if I think its necessary, so shell understand it isnt her, but Theresa, that the violinist s really in love with and courting. She wont mind. Im sure, after she thinks of It a minute. And wont it be a good joke on Aunt Ilattie and Grandfather when they 9nd out theyve been fooled all the time, supposing its Mother, and worrying about it? This Is some Oh, I dont know I love story, after all I TWO DAYS LATER What do you suppose has happened now? Why, that wretched violinist Is villain! Lisnothing but a ten what he did.' He proposed to Mother actually proposed to her and after all hed said to that Theresa girl, about his being perfectly happy if he could marry her. And Mother Mother all the time not knowing! Oh, Im so glad I was there to rescue her! I dont mean at the proposal I didnt hear that. But afterward. It was like this: They had been out automoblling Mother and the violinist. I was In my favorite window-seat- , reading, when they came home and walked Into the deep-dye- d "Why Must You Wait, Darling? library. They never looked my way at all, but just walked toward the fireplace. And there he took hold of both her hands and said: Why must you wait, darling? Why cant you give me my answer now, and make me the happiest man iu all the world? Yes. yes, I know, answered Mother; and I knew by her voice that she was all shaky and trembly. But if I could only be sure sure of myself." But, dearest, you're sure of me!" You know how I cried the violinist. love you. You know youre the only woman I have ever loved, or ever could love I Yes, Jvet like that he said It that awful lie and to my mother. My stars! Do you suppose I waited to hear any more? I guess not! I fairly tumbled off my seat, and my book dropped with a bang, as I ran forward. Dear, dear, but how they did Jump both of them And 1 guess were never they surprised. thought howt was going to affect them my breaking In like that. But I didn't wait not a minute. I just started right In ond began to talk. And I talked hard and fast, and lots of it. I dont know now what I said, but 1 know I asked him wIia. he meant by saying such an awful lie to my mother, when-hejust said the same thing, exactly most, to Theresa, and hed hugged her and kissed her, and everything. Id seen him. And But I didnt get a chance to say half I wanted to. I was going on to tell him what I thought of him; but Mother gasped out, Martel Marie Stop I" And then I stopped, I had to, of ! 1 1 course. Then she said that would do, and I might go to my room. And I went And thats all 1 know about it, except that she came up, after a little, and said for me not to talk any more about it, to her, or to any one else. .1 tried to tell her what I'd seen, and wjiat Id heard that wicked, deep dyed villain say; but she wouldnt let me. She shook her head, and said, Hush, hush, dear: and that no good could come of talking of it, and she wanted meto forget it She was very sweet and very gentle, and she smiled: but there were steru corners to her mouth, even w hen the smile was there. And I guess she told him what was what. Anyhow, 1 know they had quite a talk before she came up to me, for I was watching at the window for him to go; and when he did go he looked very red and cross and lie stalked awmy with a kind of step, just as far as 1 could see him. I dont know, of course, what will happen next, nor whether he'll ever come back for Theresa ; but I shouldnt think even she would want him, after this, if she found out. And now, w'heres my love story coming in, I should ike to know? TWO DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS Another wonderful tiling has happened. Ive had a letter from Father a letter me I from Father Mother It came this morning. brought it in to me. She looked queer a little. There were two red spots in her cheeks, and her eyes were very bright. 1 thing you have a letter here from your father, she said, handing It out. 1 could see she was wondering what could he in it. But I guess she wasnt wondering any more than I was, only I was gladder to et it than she was, I suppose. Anyhow, when she saw how glad I was, and how jumped for the letter, she .drew back, and looked somehow as if shed been hurt, and 1 sad: I lid not know, Marie, that a letter from your father would mean so much to you. I dont know what I did say to that. 1 guess I didnt say anything. Id already begun to read the letter, and I was in such a hurry to find out what hed said. It wasnt long. Ill copy it It was like this: My Dear Mary: Some way Christmas has made me think of you. I wish I had sent you some' gift. Yet I have not the slightest idea what would please you. To tell the truth, 1 tried to find something but had to give it up. I am wondering if you had a good time, and what yi did. After all, Im pretty sure you did have a good time, for you are Marie now. You see, 1 have not forgotten how tired you got of being Mary. Well, well, I do not know as 1 can blame you. And now that I have asked what you did for Christmas, I suspect it is no more than a fair turnabout to tell you w hat I did. I suppose I had a very good time. Your Aunt Jane says I did. I heard her telling one of the neighbors that last night. She had a very fine dinner, and she invited Mrs. Darling ar.d Miss Snow and Miss Sanborn to eat it with us. She said she didnt want me fo feel lonesome. But you can feel real lonesome in a crowd sometimes. Did you know that, Mary? But I left them to their chatter after dinner and went out to the observatory. I think I must have fallen asleep on the couch there, for it was quite dark when I awoke. But I didnt mind that, for there were some observations I wanted to take. It was a beautifully clear night, so I stayed there till nearly morning. How about it? I suppose Marie plays the piano every day, now, doesnt she? The piano here hasnt been touched since you went away. Oh, yes, t was touched once. Your aunt played hymns on it for a missionary meeting. Well, what did you do Christmas? Suppose you write and tell "Your Father." Id been reading the letter out loud, and when I got through Mother was pacing up and down the room. For a minute .she didnt say anything; then she whirled round suddenly and faced me, and said, just as if something inside of her was making her say it: I notice there is no mention of your mother in that letter. Marie. I suppose your father has quite forgotten that there is such a person In the , world as I. But I told her no, oh, no, and that I was sure lie remembered her, for he used to ask me questions often about what she did, and the violinist and all. The violinist cried Mother, whirling around on me again. (Shed begun to walk up and down once more.) 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