The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1888-05-12

the rugs; and she even went so far ms
TO demand Persian lamp. which
--h<avcn help mel bought for her.
and permitted her to carry home.
Malcolm grinned. las II she didn't
try her little game on me. and rs IL I'd
allow myself to be gulled that wayl
Gradgrind to the Princess Mol. aud
the Princess Moll to Gradgrindp I'm
the slave of no infant" So l was n
slave. and to an infant. Well. had
suspected it, But why should Mai
colin stand there tapping racket on
his arm. and grinning like gargoyleP
| suppose tho fellows of my club look
ed that way when passed--and Miss
Reardon.
had discovered the intention OF the
princess TO thwart all possibility of n
match between me and the latter, for
which she had taken the popular
method of making me appear ridicu-
lous in the eyes OF the one woman be-
fore whom l desired to sh ne. Only
that very morning we had passed her.
the princess imbibng the juice of an
orange through column of striped
candy. while / wiped the escaping
nectar from the front Of her coat with
my handkerchief. Gradgrnd con-
trivcd to look provokingly detached
from us at that moment too.
Miss Reardon. sweet girl. never so
much us smiled. but bowed gravely. and
with lingering expression which
would under other circumstances, have
filled me with happiness. The princess
frowned, withdrew the striped column
from her lips. and said. go 'way!' in
unmistakable accents to the lady who
proposed to do her the honor OF stop
ping TO look at her.
Pray don't notice her ill-humor."
urged. terribly abashed for Ph. ID. and
club-man. ''She hasn't learned TO
make distinctions yet She regards all
young ladies as her natural enemies.
Would you believe me, Miss Reardon.
she is frightfully jealous OF me?"
Miss Reardon smiled ''Of youP How
singularr'
Eyes. And she absolutely will have
me gaddng about with her. You can {
fancy the kind of machine am reduc-
ed to. I've heard-rve read about the
tyranny of woman. but shouldn't have
believed that it commenced at the age
of Is months
turned TO the maid. Here. Grad
grind. take my sister over to Violet
Patch, and tell my aunt"
Moo. n-o-ol moor shriekod the
Princess.
THAT my mother looks for her at
lunch to-day. and
But the coach was lurching violently
back and forth. swayed by Molrs
angry objections Moo! moo!
n-o-o!"
"You have -got-to CO." l said in
tensely. catching her hands and hold
ing them in the ''iirm grasp" of which
have read. 'Gradgrind Is going to
take you to Aunt Melliccnts. and
am going to walk with Miss Reardon.
AT this she redoubled her screams.
and heaped such terms of infant oblo-
guy upon Miss Reardon that blushcd
for my family.
'She doesn't always behave So"
explained. weakly. 1T is an absurd
fancy she has that my time is exclusive
ly hers. The sooner she is broken of IL
the bctter;" and so saying threw the
tiny hands back into her lap and
walked resolutely away with Miss Rear
don. But did not enjoy one moment
Of that walk. The tones OF my COM
panion's voice echoed in my ears us
baby lamentations. The impioring
anguish of Molrs eyes pursued mo over
every inch of the way. Whether justly
or not / suffered tho remorse of
criminal.
ut is very pretty" Miss Rear.
don remarked. with touch of irony
one day. your devotion to that child"
''Prettyr' reiterated bitterly.
Eyes, i suppose IL Is your choice OF
n fad. Some run TO moose-skn gait
ers and some TO terra-cotta Derbys.
Yours took this form"
Good heavensr' | protested. you
don't for a moment fancy that II is a
matter OF choice with me. my dang
ling after the Princess Mop"
''Oh. they all make virtue OF their
folly. L suppose it is martyrdom TO
wear salmon-co ored gloves or n bangle