Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-30

out to discuss the events of vacation.
Aimee, who had been glad to see the
move, shrank back into her shelter again.
She felt more than ever how awkward
her position would be were it discovered
that she had been there all the time.
eve had a NEST gorgeous service on
Sunday at St. Alban's," SAID Frank Chas
uple, who had perched himself on the
back of bench directly beneath the Or
gan loft. II went witt the Dixons. Miss
Dixon is Il raving beauty, can tell you"
"Was that the reason you didn't come
back Saturday. eh? I heard you tell
Miss Trenchard you would"
II dare say might have said so in a
weak moment; but there was a metal
more attractive where I was, my boy
Call can say is, that Miss Dixon, or
miss Anybo6y-else, has got to get up
early in the morning if they beat Miss
Trenchard," declared Tom Esher. "She
is the prcttiest girl I ever saw in my life.
I declare, in that blue dress she wore to
mathis to-day she's stunning"
"That's just all you know about it"
responded Frank, indolently. "She's
we'll enough as country girls go-has got
pretty hair and eyes and all that; but she
can no more hold a candle to Netty Dix
on than she can fly. No English girl
ever born ever. did compare, or ever will,
with tip-top New Yorker. There's a
total lack Of style, you see. They don't
know how to put on their cloths, or to
show 'em off after they've got 'em on.
That blue thingumy Aimee wears or her
head would be laughed at On Fifth Ave-
nue.; I assure you it would" IN. B.
Frank had more than once praised said
''thlngumy.') ''She's a nice soft little girl
enough, AIMEE Trenchard Is, but she
doesn't stand anywhere beside dozen
girls could name. As Tor Netty Dixon,
she's real RIPPER
Poor Aimee! The blood tingled in her
cheeks as If she had received sharp,
sudden blow, as these words fell upon
her ears. She was too stunned to move,
and sat perfectly motionless in her seat
as the conversation went on.
"Well, if that's your opinion of Miss
Trenchard, I think you'd better leave of
hanging about her as you do. You might
give another fellow the chance if you
don't want it, remarked Tom Esher.
MY dear fellow" responded Frank
| Chasublc, in an indolent tone, 'you're
quite welcome. I can't help it if pref
ty glrl-the only pretty girl who hap
pens to be on hand, too-likes me better
than she does the rest OF you. 1t shows
good taste on her part, but really it's
not my fault. don't see that you are
called on to take up arms in her behalf"
"And I think, put in quiet voice,
''that you are speaking in very i'm
proper tone about a lady. Miss Tren-
cEard IS the loveliest girl l ever saw, and
the sweetest. She is thorough lady
too, and as gentlemen we are bound to
respect her name as much as we should
herself were she present. 1t was Ralph
Challoner who spoke. He looked straight
into Frank Chasuble's eyes, and that
worthy quailed under the glance.
II am sure mean nothing" he NUT
tered, uncomfortably. mo one admires
Miss Trenchard more than I do. I don
know what you mean, Challoner."
eyes you do retorted Ralph, with the
same quiet decision: "you Know perfect
ly we'll what l mean.
But Frank did not seem inclined to
take up the gauntlet. There was mo.
ment of silence; then the young men
moved away. If Ralph Challoner could
have seen the look IN Aimee's eyes as
she peeped out at his retreating back,
he would have been very happy man,
1 think.
But with all the glow of gratitude, the
soothing which had come to her morti-
fed spirits with his chivalrous words,
calmness was impossible now that the
moment Of reaction was come, and for
half an hour Aimee wept as bitterly as a
girl can weep. 1t was for the shipwreck
OF her shallow ideal, that she
wept, as we'll as from wounded
pride. Had she learned to love Frank
Chasuble, the pain would have gone
deeper; but, as recent writer has told
us, there is such thing as the magma
tion-achc, and the suffering it causes,
though not vital, is hard to bear. So
Aimee wept On, and only succeeded in
drying her tears in time to appear at tea,
when the usual plea of headache &C
counted for her pallor and detection.
Frank Chasuble found Miss Trenchard
changed somehow from that time for
ward. She was less accessible, less east
ly interested; he even detected q CLEAN
of mockery in the smile which met some
of his imprisoned sallies. She was far
more attractive to him in this phase. He
became piqued, interested; eventually he
fell in love, as he would have termed it.
Aimee had her revenge, it she wished it,
in the mortifction with which he received
the gentle but decided "No" which end
ed his suit. But he never heard from
her or from any one else the tale Of the
organ-loft adventure. That she kept for
the husband-no other than Raj phi Chal-
loner-who three years visited remote
Nova Scotia, and bore away bride. To
him she confessed that the dear love
which, to his surprise and rapture, met
his so fully and completely, was born in
that little curtained space, the reward of
his manly interposition In her beaalf;
and, knowing this, the chapel is still the
Mecca of his imagination, the place to
which his memory goes back to pluck
that fairest flower Of romance which is
the recompense of all true and happy
manhood and womanhood, whether cler-
ical or lay, In England or in America, OF
elsewhere.
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