And again he heard, "Uncle Leo."

There lay in the timid, trembling tone a gentle questioning reproach

which children only use to their particular friends when they consider

themselves neglected by them.

Now, worse luck, he was bound to look up. The boy had come out of his

corner. With his right arm round the plaid rug, he stood by the table

glancing up shyly at Leo with a half-pathetic, half-excited smile.

"Who are you, my little man?" he stammered.... He felt as if he had

seen a ghost. Here were _her_ eyes in Rhaden's peaky face.

"Why, I am Paul, of course," said the boy. "Don't you really know me

any more, Uncle Leo?"

He forced himself into a joyous exclamation of surprise. There had

always been a tie of affection between him and the poor little fellow.

He could not hurt his feelings now without cause. His hands clasped

together convulsively.

"Warn him not to touch them," something cried aloud within him. But the

boy had caught hold of them already, and leaning against him, he began

to chatter freely--

"I knew you at once, Uncle Leo. Directly you came in. But what a long

beard you've got now. You had a beard before, but it was much shorter.

Oh, it is such a dreadful long time since you went away. And I thought

when you came back you would sure to bring me something, ... because

you always used to bring me presents.... The rocking-horse you gave me

once I have got still. But it is too little for me now, and I have got

a bigger one, yours is the foal. You should just see how pretty they

look together."

Leo bit his lips, and nodded, smiling.

"How long have you been home, Uncle Leo?" the boy asked.

"About a month. Paulchen," he answered.

"And why haven't you been to see us?" he asked again. "When my other

papa was alive you used to come every day."

"I have had no time, Paulchen."

"But you will come soon?"

"When I can, of course, Paulchen."

A proud smile now beamed on the boy's thin face, the short crooked

brows of which had been working nervously up and down.

"But I shan't be at home when you come," he said, putting his hands in

his pockets. "I am going to school."

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