Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-06-12

III WdS OuC WulCl yOO SOolNA lAOo uCcCIloS
If YOU tried. You only knew that she
was beautiful as you looked at her, but
in what way you could hardly tell. 1t
was not that the features were more regu-
| lar than those of any maiden you had
seen, for it needed but a glance to show
that her nose was tip tilted like flower,
and that her mouth was just trifle too
large to be veritable rosebud. 1t may
have been, and | often think that it was,
her eyes that made her beauty. Large,
dark and loustrous, they peered from be-
meath their golden lashes like flashing
lamps, and like the dazzling beacon fires
built by the wrekers upon the reef bound
shores of Florida, their mission was to
lure men to destruction. Young Archer,
the bankers son and the pride of the
Boston club, had fluttered about her like
moth about candle for brief season,
and then with his wings badly singed,
had taken the road of dissipation and
gone straight to the devil.
Col. Carson, commander of a regiment
and thorough man of the world, had
worshiped at her shrine, received the
mitten, and followed in young Archer's
| footsteps.
''Its not my fault, papa" she said,
with pretty toss of her head, when old
Donald chlded her for causing so much
sorrow. 81 would have loved them if l
could, but l couldn't. Why do they per-
sist in coming to WOO, those awful men?
Pm sure don't want them"
Because they're fools, lassie, | sup
pose." replied the old man grutfly.
''Maist men are when pretty woman is
about"
"Were you ever fool, papa?" asked
the girl with smiling lips, as she bent to
fasten a rose in the lapel of his rough
tweed coat
This question awoke strange memories
in the old mans breast, for it carried him
back to the days when he too went WOO
ing, and to the night when all the hopes
of life-t time hung upon woman's word;
40, kissing her, he made no answer, but
went alone to the library, there to dream
over the love- lit days of his vanished
youth.
Among the many clerks in the house of
Hargreaves, Wood & Co., was one, who
from the very first, had attracted great
deal of old Donald's attention. He was
as methodical as the head of the firm him.
self, and yet, unlike him, there was a
frank, Joyous look on his face, and Turk
ing devil of good humor in his eyes, that
seemed to be only kept within bounds by
a great self-control that was born of the
spirit of ambition.
Every piece of work that was turned
out from his desk bore the imprint of his
hopes as plainly as though 1t had been
placed there by the iron press of the
printer, and if one might judge from its
neatness, he had taken for his motto,
"What is worth doing, is worth doing
well'
From time to time he had been adj
vanced by the firm at the instigatiOn of
Donald who had taken great fancy to
him because of his business habits, until
now he-Harrison-was the confidential
clerk of the concern, and the trusted re-
pository of their business secrets.
1t was one night in the early spring,
and long after the members of the firm
had left the counting room for their ups
town residences, that messenger entered
with telegram announcing the failure
of large Liverpool house that acted as
Hargreaves, Wood & Co.'S English
agents 1t was imperative that old Don
aid should know of this at once, so hasti-
ly DOMINIC his coat and glancing at the
directory to make sure of the address,
Harrison called cab, and jumping in
was Whirled along the street to the Har-
greaves mansion. The servant who an
swered his ring at once conducted him to
the library, where.the old man sat before
a cheerful fire, listening to his daughter
as she read aloud to him the latest market
reports from the columns of the paper.
For moment the dazzling beauty of
the girl caused the young man to entirely
forget the nature Of his Grand; then as
he slowly collected his scattered wits, he
apologized for his intrusion, and handed
the old man the telegram, who in turn
handed it to Jean to read aloud to him.
Old Donald was accustomed to think
quickly, and so was but moment in Civ
ing the clerk his orders as to what should
be done, and then, as the young man was
about to depart, he laid his withered
hand upon his shoulder and introduced
him to Jean, saying: "Jamie, my lad,
this is the auld mans darling"
Frankly extending her hand to him,
Jean acknowledged the Introduction, and
asked him if he would not remain and
take dinner with them before returning
to the office, and as old Donald added his
request to that of the girl, the young man
was persuaded without much difficulty to
do so. During the short hour that fol-
lowed Harrison proved himself to be
master of the art of conversation, and as
there are But few such personages in
these degenerate days, he succeeded in
interesting. not only Jean, but her father,
and that strange to say, without once
mentioning stocks, bonds, futures, or
''the present unsettled state of the
market
After he had taken his departure, and
as Jean and her father were sitting alone
in the library, the girl asked,
"Why have you never invited Mr..
Harrison to call here, papa? think him
very entertaining"
81 dinna ken, lassie,' replied the old
man, softly stroking her sunny hair with
his withered hand. II dinna think We
wad like poor man, SIGH as he"
els he so poor, then?' asked the girl,
softly
"Well, he is nae rich, JEAN" answered
the old man cautiously; ''but he's ar hon
est lad, lass, an weel nae doubt make his
mark in the world.''
With this answer, Jean seemed to be
content, for she asked no further ques-
tions, though old Donald smiled queerly
few moments later, when he heard her
humming in an undertone the words of