Part 13 (1/2)

”That is what I shall find out soon,” answered the Major. And he made hasty preparations to leave for Paris.

When Major d'Artrot returned to his farm two days later, he brought with him a little girl.

Jeanne was a very white-faced little girl.

Major d'Artrot said, ”I have brought little Jeanne to be our guest until her aunt is better.”

And all the little d'Artrots flocked about Jeanne and tried to make her feel at home.

It was all so strange to little Jeanne from the city. She had been taken away from Auntie--Auntie, who lay ill and needed her.

But the Major told her to come. He told her that Auntie wished her to come with him. If Auntie wished it, Jeanne must go. But otherwise she would never--could never--have left poor sick Auntie Sue.

Once outside in the fresh, pure country air, Jeanne began to forget a little. With rabbits and dogs and cats about her and the merry chattering of the Major's children, she could not help it.

Jeanne's eyes were alive, and her heart was gay. She was one of the little fairies of play, and that kind of fairy cannot remain sad for long.

Besides, the Major's children had games and playthings of which Jeanne had never before heard. Even Pierrot was excited. It was all Jeanne could do to hold him from jumping into the little stream.

Jeanne soon had the young d'Artrots acquainted with Pierrot. Indeed, the young d'Artrots fell quite in love with sprightly Pierrot.

[Ill.u.s.tration: WAs.h.i.+NG IN OUTDOOR WATER TROUGHS]

In the meantime the Major recounted to his wife the happenings which had befallen him in Paris.

”Poor woman!” he told Madame d'Artrot, as he described Suzanne's plight. ”She is ill because of the wrong she committed so many years ago. She could tell n.o.body about it.

”But she finally discovered that Jeanne was unhappy, and that was too much for her to bear. She realized then that she was being punished for her wrong. And so she decided that before it was too late she would confess!”

”So she told you this terrible story?” asked Madame d'Artrot.

”Yes, and asked me to see Madame Villard,” replied the Major.

”And when will you break this news to Madame?” the Major's wife inquired.

”I have already done so,” he answered quietly. ”That is, I called upon Madame Villard before leaving Paris. I told her that I had traced her lost grandchild. I told her that I wished her to come to our home to-morrow. But I did not tell her any more.”

”Ah, poor Madame Villard! How happy I am for her! What a joy this will be for her!” sighed Madame d'Artrot.

The Major smiled and agreed with his wife.

”And what a joy for this poor little play-starved child!” he said, looking out of the window at the happy band of children.

They were romping and making the air ring with glad sounds.

The next morning Jeanne arose early. Being on a farm was something so different and thrilling to this child of the city that every noise outside her window seemed to call her.

She put on her little black ap.r.o.n and went out into the brisk country air.