Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-07-06

my power to see any good luck in having
! your breaktat spoiled"
~ thought so,' says Nell, laughing.
"It is easy enough to be philosophical
over other peoples woes, but when it
comes to your own it is different mat
ter. Suppose you see how you like it
yourself! Iprophesy that somebody will
invite you to lunch at De'monico's, and
you will have all the more appetite for
not having had any breakfast Oh!
forgot, though. You can't lunch at
Delmonico's, for you must come
home early to go to the picnic. You
won't forget?"
promise; and then, as the whistle
sounds, I catch up my hat, and rush off
to the station, which IS only five minutes
run from our house.
Nell and I, as you may judge from the
above conversation, are brother and sister,
and we live alone together, the jolliest,
cosiest couple that ever was seen. So
every one says, and if there is a little pri-
vatc worm gnawlng at the heart Of one
of us, it is never confessed to any one,
least of all to the other. The state of the
case is this: l am a lawyer with tolerable
practice for young man. Nell is a
"tOcherless lass" and the income which
I make, just avails, with care and econo-
my, for the support OF two. with no
amount OF figuring or calculating can I
force myself to believe that it will avail
for more. Nell has never guessed my
secret, never shall guess it until the day
comes when it need he secret no longer.
But though she has never guessed mine,
! have OWNED hers long ago. I know
that the pearl ring which Nell treasures
so fondly is the gift of young Dr. CASTOR,
and know that Nells eyes are brighter
and her smiles shyer aud sweeter when
he is here. He does not come very often,
for the town where he is striving to build
up a practice is ten miles away, and a
young doctor must be always upon the
spot. The prospect before Nell and him
is vague-indeed, as vague as my own.
There is just one possible spot of light In
in our future. Aunt Jane-Aunt Jane
Rumsey-is an old, a very old lady.
She is infirm, she is irritable, she is Ca
precious, but she is rich. We scarcely
know her, for she has never manifested
any affection for us, hardly betraying a
consciousness Of our existence, and Nell
and are no toadies. We are her only
living relations, though, and every body
| says that sooner or later her money must
come to us. We never talk about it, never
build upon it, never mention the posi-
bllity to any one. Why should we talk
OF what may come to nothing? Only-if
| it ever does!
lapse into thoughts of the little girl
who is waiting patiently up among the
| New England hills, in the old college town
where 1 studied -the little girl at whose
existence Nell has never guessed. Nell,
at home, is dreaming of Miles CASTOR,
whom she is to meet at the picnic this
afternoon. | must not be late for the
picnic, by-the-way, so l rouse myself,
shake off my dreaming, and 90 to work
with will.
| When reached home again, tired in
mind and body from the effect Of crowd
ing a long days work into less than a
half day, Neil is not watching for me,
as fully expect to find her. Vainly do
l search every room Of our tiny !domi-
Gle, vainly do shout Nell's name from
the top to the bottom Of the house. It is
very strange, for made sure that Nell
would be ready and waiting for me, wor-
rying herself, after her habit, with vain
fears that I had missed the train. We
are to start for the picnic at half past
three O'Clock, and it is now lacks only a
quarter Of three. I am just about to start
out On wild search through the neigh
borhood when, from the window, see
her hurrying up to the door. She has
come, evidently, from one of the neigh
bors' houses, and her face has flushed,
frightened look, which for the moment
alarms me.
ooh, Cyril" she cries, at sight of me,
II had no idea that it was so late, but /
couldn't help it. Oh, Cyril! After all
it was the luckiest thing. Those poor
children! If Bridget had not made that
mistake, we should have eaten them, and
there would have been no picnic nor any
thing else for us
"Children? Bird get?" exclaim, in ut,
ter bewilderment. ''Is Bridget one Of
the children you are talking about? And
why on earth should we cat her!'
laughed as the vision of that sturdy
red-faced Milesian rises before me. What
a dainty meal the "poor child" would
make, to be sure! But Nell is half cry
ing with vexation at my stupidity and
her own inability to explain.
"Not Bridget-Mrs. Lounsbury's chill.
dren. They have been so sick! And Just
think, only for Bridget's blunder we
should have taken them, and them
"My dear Nell, do consider what YOU
are saying" | cry, aghast. l never eat
babies-never. do assure YOU And il
you are in the habit of doing so privately
pray don't expose yourself in this way
Public oplnon will never sustain you
You have evidently been reading Swift,
but pray remember that he is long since
dead, and his advice upon the subject
was never adopted; indeed it was never
meant for anything but canard. I am
sorry to learn that you took the whole
thing in good faith.''
care you mad, Cyril?" asked Nell,
looking up at me in round-eyed amaze
ment "What do you mean by your
'swifts' and your 'canords?' Swifts are
swallows, / believe, and camards Is the
French for duck. I know; but what OF
that? Did you have duck for lunch? But
you couldn't have had swallows. Nav.
be you swallowed the duck, though?"
"What horrible pun, Nell!" I say,
severely: "and not even fresh;" but Nell
laughs, and went on
CHOW let me tell you straight ahead,
land without any more nonsense, what /
mean, and then I must run up and dress
About eleven o'clock saw the doctor 90
ing into Mrs. Lounsbury's, and of course
| ran over to see what was the matter. I
found that Teddy and Mamie had both