St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-08


all alone in the ship, but fancying heard
noise forward came out to see what 1t was.
suppose it must have been you"
She raised her clear eyes to his, with
slight touch of womanly reserve that was so
incompatible with any vulgar vanity orgirlish
coquetry that he became the more embar-
raised. Her dress, too, of slightly antique
shape, rich but simple, seemed to reveal and
accent certain repose Of gentlewomanli-
ness, that he was now willing to believe he
had always noticed. Conscious OF superb
ority in her that seemed to change their re-
lations completely, he alone remained silent,
| awkward and EN- barrassed before the girl
who had taken care of his room, and who
cooked in the galley. What he had Thought
lessly considered a merely vulgar business
intrigue against her stupid father now to his
| extravagant fancy assumed the proportions
OF sacrilege to herself.
'sYou've had your revenge, Miss Mott, for
the fright once gave you," he said, little
uneasily, 'sfor YOU quite startled me just now
as you passed. l began TO think the Pontiac
was haunted thought you were ghost.
don't know why such ghost should brighten
anybody" he went on with desperate at
tempt to recover his position by gallantry.
''Let me see-that's Donna Efvira's dress, is
it not?'
81 don't think that was the poor woman's
name,'' said Rosey, simply; sshe died of
yellow fever at New Orleans as Signora
somebody"
| Her ignorance seemed to Mr.. Renshaw so
plainly to partake more of the nun than of
the provincial that he hesitated to explain to
her that he meant the heroine OF an opera.
sit seems dreadful to put on the poor
thing's clothes, don't !'' she added.
| Mr.. Renshaw's eyes showed so plainly that
he thought otherwise, that she drew little
austerely toward the door of her stateroom.
| 81 must change these things before any
one comes" she said, dryly.
''That means 1 must go, suppose. Rut
couldn't you let me wait here or in the gang
way until then, Miss Motto am going
away to night, and mayn't see you again.
He had not intended to say this, but it slip
ped from his embarrassed tongue. She
stopped, with her hand on the door.
"You are going away!"
'I-think-I must leave tonight. have
| some i'm portant business in Sacramento"
She raised her frank eyes to his. The I'm
mistakable look of disappointment that he
saw in them gave his heart a sudden throb
and sent the quick blood to his cheeks.
'sIt's too bad'' she said, ahstractedly.
'sNobody ever seems to stay here long Capt.
Bower promised to tell me all about the ship,
and he went away the second week. The
photographer left before he finished the pic
ture of the Pontiac. Monsieur De Ferrieres
| has only just gone, and now you are going"
''Perhaps, like them, have finished my
season Of usefulness here" he replied, with
a bitterness he would have recalled the next
moment. But Rosey, with faint sigh, say
ing, II wont be long," entered the state
room and cloLed the door behind her.
Renshaw bit his lip, aud pulled at the long
silken threads of mis- moustache until they
smarted Why had be not gone at once!
Why was it necessary to say he might not
see her again-and if he had said it, why
should he add anything more? What was he
waiting for now? To endeavor to prove to
her that he really bore no resemblance to
Capt. Bower the photographer, the crazy
| Frenchman De Ferrieres? Or would he be
| forced to tell her that he was running away
from conspiracy to defraud her father
merely for something TO say? Was there
ever such folly Rosey was mot long," as
she had said, but he was beginning to pace
the narrow cabin impatiently when the door
opened and she returned.
She had resumed her..ordinary calico gown,
but such was the impression left upon Rem
| 1
a new grace. At any other time he might
have recognized the change as due to a new
corset, which strict veracity compels me to
record Rosey had adopted for the first time
that morning Howbeit. her slight coquetry
seemed to have passed, for she closed the
open trunk with return Of her old listless
air. and sitting on it, rested her elbows on
her knees and her oval chin in her hands.
II wish you would do me favor" she
said, after reflective pause.
''Let me know what it is and it shall be
DONE" replied Renshaw, quickly.
eff you should come across Monsieur De
Ferreres, or hear of him, wish you would
| let me know He was very poorly when he
| left here, aud l should like to know II he is
better. He didnt say where he was going
at least, he didn't tell father; but fancy he
| and father don't agree.''
Il shall be very glad of having even that
opportunity of making you remember me,
Miss Mott returned Renshaw with a faint
smile; II don't suppose, either, that it would
be very difficult to get news Of your friend
everybody seems to know him."
''But not as l did," said Rosey with an alb
| stracted little sigh.
| Mr.. Renshaw opened his brown eyes upon
her. Was he mistaken! Was this romantic
girl only little coquette playing her provin-
cial airs on him? "You say he and your
father didn't agree. That means, suppose,
that YOU and he agreed-and that was the
result.'
~ don't think father knew anything about
| it, said Rosey simply.
Mr.. Renshaw rose. Aud this was what he
had been waiting to heart Perhaps" he
said grimly, ''you would also like news of the
|
father agree with them betteri''
''No,' said Rosey quietly. She remained
! silent for a moment, and, lifting her lashes.
said: Father always seemed TO agree with
you, and that She hesitated.
That's why you don't"
81 didn't say that said Rosey, with an
| incougruous increase Of GOODNESS and color.
II only meant to say it was that which makes
it seem so hard you should 60 now"
Notwithstanding his previous determine
! ton, Renshaw found himself sitting down
again. Confused and pleased, wishing he
! had said more--or Leslie said nothing, and
Rosey was forced to continue.
''It's strange, isn't it-but father was urg-
| ing me this morning to make visit to some
friends at the old Ranch. l didn't want to
90. like it much better here.n
''But YOU cannot bury yourself here for
ever, Miss Nott.'' said Renshaw with sud
/ den burst of honest enthusiasm. ''Sooner
or later you will be forced to go where you
will be properly appreciated, where you will
be admired and courted, where your slightest
/ wish will be law. Believe me, without fat
| terry, you don't know your own power"
at don't seem strong enough to Keep even
! the little like here" said Rosey with a slight
! glisteniug OF the eyes. But she added
hastily, ''you don't know how much the dear
/ old ship is to me. It's the only home think
/ ever had.''
SsRrt the Panch1i, said Panshaw