St. Paul daily globe., 1889-09-01

know him we'll and intimately are
aware that beneath the quiet, unruffled
surface there exist unfathomed depths
of self-respect and self-reliance. Left
at eighteen head of the house of Mac
lavish, and sole protector of the seven
boys and girls who look to him for food
and guidance, he early learned the
cence. His brothers respect and love
him. and even saucy Alicia (though she
would not own to the fact) behaves
rather better and with more decorum in
his presence than in his absence. He
never asks himself inconyenient QueS-
tionS about the growth of his character;
Self-analySiS is foreign to him. but year
by year he pursues the same quiet and
consistent life, and meanwhile his vir-
tues flourish and grow strong. A GER
tain shy Difference in his manner to-
ward women causes them to regard him
kindly, but those who smile as they
notice how he avoids female society are
far from guessing that in his inmoSt
heart he cherishes an ideal of woman-
hood which he tends and honOrs with
chivalrouS devotion. Does he perhaps
fear that contact with society may
shatter this ideal? Certain it is that
once in bygoue years, when Alicia, car
ried away by excitement, had been in
| dulging in noisy repartee, he had been
overheard to mutter to himself: 81
Gamma bide to hear the lassie daffin'."
And now OH this blazing July after
noon, when the air is heavy with the
scent of the newmown hay, Blngo is
| discovered cOnyersing with Effie Vivian,
| whose golden hair and orphaned cOndi-
ton appeal so strongly to his eyes and
heart that, forgetful of time or place, he
lou hi tn nf
Tammy and Joe ,(that night the two
small culprits repent their indiScretion
in the solitary Punishment to which
| they are sent at an early hour while the
sun is still bright in the sky. For days
after this interview Bingo goes about
| his work in a bliSSful dream, and Alicia
once captures a stray page from his
! pocketbook. on which are penciled the
! words ''em on the old sty," words which
| her quick fancy construe into Poem on
| the Old Stile," until, on turning the
page, she reads ''Sell the three black
| BerkShireS," when she unwillingly
comes to the conclusion that the mutt
lated words are, ''Mem. on the old sty;"
whereupon, in fit of disgust, she pro-
nounees her brother to be utterly un-
| interesting and heartless.
| Miss ViyIan'S aunt, Mrs. Maitland,
remains apparently blind to the con-
| slant meetings in meadow and glen,and
pursues her daily round of self-praiSe
| and self-glorification with vigor and
energy that cause her to be the mingled
terror and delight of all the young peo-
pie in the neighborhood. while Bingo
lives in fairy land-and Miss Vivian?
] Miss Vivian is shy and sweet and
| seventeen, King Midas touched her
| hair when she was born, and turned its
| luxuriaut wealth to FURNISHED gold. and
the Elf of the Roses famed her cheeks
as she slept, until the snowy surface
bluShed. Very dainty and sweet she
looks in her white dress with its black
and white ribbons, and with the great
| bunch of white roses at her throat.
| Very dainty and demure, very fair and
bright and girliSh; but, ahi BIngo!
| Bingoi are your eyes blinded by the in
tensity of your love that you fail to miss
| one charm of budding wOmanhOod?-
| that you fail to note that to Effie's
cheek comes neither paleness nor
! color when you address her? She is
sweet, Bingo, and very gentle, but her
| sweetness is not to be your portion. Many
= miles away there is certain PruSsiau
officer who won the girls heart while
| she was still at school in Germany, and
if Etfie were not such a little coward
she would tell you quietly one day, in
her rhalf-frghtened't tones, that the long
legged UhlaD'S photograph is stitched
inside her dress, and worn there from
morn till night. But Effie is rare
coward, and, like all such. she tempo
| rizeS. She draws out the photograph at
night when she is alone and talks to it,
and cries over it, and tells it with pite-
| Gus QuIver of her under lip that she is
SO, so unhappy, and OH why does he
not come here at once and tell her for
the hundredth time that he loves her?
/, She is sure that if ne only gets chance
of tackling Aunt Maitland, that lady
| will be w0rsted, and will flee away be-
! fore the all-conquering invader.
Il cannot tell Mr.. Bingo," she con-
fesses to the photograph, with many
sobs. ..He is so nice, but if | tell him
| about you. Wolfrath, he will go away,
and will never walk again in the
| meadow with me. And then Aunt
! Maitland will find out at once that l
have sent him away. Oh! Wolfrath,
| dear. she would be so dreadful! She
! has never seen you, so she cannot be-
| lieye how noble and perfect you are
| you always admired me, always-and so
she says she will never let Inc marry
| foreigner. She drags me about with
| her from place to place; and she says
! that if ever l mention your name again
! to her she will make me marry that
! horrid Mr.. Trelawney, whom L cannot
| endure. She has left me in peace the
! last month. because she thinks that Mr..
Bingo likes me. And | do feel so un-
happy about it all. Wolfrath, come to
mel do come to mel"
This is all very well, Miss Effiel All
| the world knows that when two young
! people determine that in spite of all
| opposition they will marry each other,
/ they are sure to obtain their hearts de-
sire. Therefore, i'll spite OF all your
present woes, / say this is all very well
for you, and also for the long-legged
! Uhlan, though at this moment he is eX-
| isting in a state of deepest gloom be-
! cause he cannot obtain foreign leave.
| But how about BingO? Has he not
also his hearts desire? Is he too old to
! indulge in that bliSSful paStime entitled
| castle-buildng? And is ii not hard
that his fabric should be shattered in
order that you may mount little
| higher by aid of his goodly pile of
/ ruins? 1t is not too late even now to
| confess all to him, and you know that
| he will forgive you for the pain which
] you have caused him.
But at these prickings of conscience
Effle only buries her face little deeper
! in the pillows and cries yet more, moved
thereto by an overwhelming and ener-
| waiting sense of Self-pity.
The summer days pass by. and autumn
| frosts set the woods on fire-a fire of
] color without heat. Still Bingo builds
! his airy castle. adding tower to tower in
the golden light of illusion. And still
| Mrs Maitland blows the loud trumpet
| of her own great and good deeds, turn
4 ing the while deaf ear upon the low,
! piteous sobs which echo each night in
her nieee's room and refusing to be
touched by the mute unhappiness of the
white little face that is turned each
| morning so pleadingly toward her at
! the advent of the poSt-bag.
Johnny and Alicia still adore and re-
nounce each other on alternate days,
taking small notice of Bingo and Effie,
too wrapt up in themselves to notice
the feverish intensity which furrows
! Bingo's face. and lends unnatural brill
/ lancet to his eyes. And the seven small
| NacTavisheS still SkirmiSh rOund their