New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-04-05

she whispered .hurredly:
you did not remember that I told you not to
show all you feel in your face. You are like a
poor little lamb, with shield nor bucklcr, and
| wolves all about. Dear, good night"
AS she let go the hand, she said aloud:
Don't forget, it is the Browning Club TO-
morrow night"
Rowena was very pale as she walked away.
She knew her friend was right but she was
hurt, all the same
81 heard what you said," remarked Bradford, as
the carriage rolled on. Don't you know it is
her greatest chawm that her face does hniwwor her
feelings, You're all wrong"
I'm right" said The other, positively. I'm
going to protect that girl"
by all means. pwotect her" sinking back on
the cushions "I'll help you pwotect her."
Miss Phillips glanced up at him.
"Do wait Keats, until ask for your help
and can't you pronounce the letter R? You are
so ridiculous suppose you think it is English Pr
ITO be widiculous? l know it's English"
The next day Rowena experienced a sense of
relief when she thought that Philip was going.
She was somewhat weary She told herself that
it all that new suit Of clothes. She liked
Philip best in his overalls and Jumper" There
was a simplicity and manliness about him when
he was on his own farm.
His face was very long when she was called
down to the parlor to bid him good-by He gave
her the twenty-five meal tickets he had bought of
Mrs. Jarvis He said he hoped Rowena would
use them. Tor il must be kind of lonesome to take
ones victuas all by ones self When she hesitated
he explained that :" they wouldn't do him no
good, m she might IS well have 'um."
He sat uneasily. holding his hat more than
ever as though there were eggs in it, She waited.
She had exhausted herself in conversation the day
before. There did not seem another thing to say.
Something evidently resting heavily on his
mind. At last he got up and stood before her.
Its not time to go yet" she remarked.
"No it amt"
He put his hat on his head and then, remember
instantly converted it again into receptacle for
eggs.
docs that Teller git up them sea-antses him
self?" he asked sternly.
What fellow?" Oh, you mean Mr.. Foster |?
No it is his aunt who is the medium"
Rowena tried not TO laugh, remembering how
short time it since she herself had any
knowledge of seances.
Philip suddenly changed his ground.
Il spose." he said, that the teller is very
agreeable"
"Oh, don't know him any-scarcely"
BE you goin' TO the play with him ?"
Rowena rose She was going to reply angrily.
when she saw how miserably unhappy her COM
panion was. There was look in his eyes that
went straight TO her heart.
u don't know" she said feebly.
Philip put his eggs desperately down on the
floor. His face was very pale and drawn. He
kept his glance upon her moment in silence.
He wondered blindly what there was different in
her; what was it,? Then he said aloud and
Indignantly:
Its Jest Twin in Borston You can't live in
thick settled place m be Jest the same. / ought
TO er known it. ! ought TO er known IL
His big, brown hands shut hard.
Philip" said the girl very gently. don't let's
quarrel"
lie looked at her so wistfully that she hung
her head. She felt that she could not keep the
tears back much longer: In some inexplicable way
was ungrateful to her old home and all In it that
Il amt goin' to plague ye," he said. Il
en- wait. l guess III be goin' to the deepo
What shll l tell 'um to home for you?"
RowenaS gratitude made her almost ELUSIVE.
She was so thankful-for what she hardly knew.
short time later she stood at the door and saw
Philip go down the street He did not look back
but walked sturdiy on.
She went up to her own room and sat down
Immediately her thoughts of Barrett grew warmer
She did not know that when that Middle Village
suit removed from her eyes the wearer of it
assumed different aspect
Then ii occurred TO her that this evening she
was going to the Browning Club. There was a
tumultuOus auickening Of her pulses at the thought
She was conscious of shy longing to see this new
kind of people. And the prospect of meeting Miss
Phillips was always distinct pleasure to her.
Does not one who has spent much time in
Boston remember the large women with gray curls
Topped up each side of their large faces They
are ruddy. with comfortable consciousness Of
living in Boston diffused through their redundant
personality. They always look as you see them
walking Charles Beacon ST. as if they had
Just descended from an intensely BoStonlan coupe
into
Atlantic" in the pocket perhaps also O pamphlet
on Nationalism, or sketch of Confucius as he
was. not Confucius as we have thought he was
Somebody in Boston has found out the exact facts
concerning him, and to Boston is given the dis
covery. 30
The horses in the shafts will not have any
checkrein nor any curb-bit for this kind Of
woman does not cOnfne herself TO theories She
has a very soft spot in her heart for animals for
everything that is abused that does not have its
rights.
Besides, The Atlantic" and the pamphlet there
is often also in this carriage dog. He is sitting
calmly. superior to mere foot folks. He is a
wellgroOmed King Charley or Yorkshire Never
| a fOXteTier for this kind of woman The dog
meets your eve with gentle pity in his express
| sion. pity for you, because YOU are not York
shire sitting in coupe belonging to a person like
his mistress He knows there is q sketch of Com
| fucus in the vehicle with him. and he respects
hm hin &c accordingly He wass his ttlS stub of
knows his position too we'll not to be So He is
| like his dear friend and mistress: il is a good
thing that. lnclueHGllN, he has wealth, but he is
sincere in his conviction that wealth is not to be
| compared with culture and blood. lie probably
has clear ideas as to what Buddha preached any
way his eyes are bright enough TO have such ideas
He is not going to fall into Nirvana when he dies
he confidently expects that in the future state cats
will be provided for him 10 worry
There were three of these gray-haired ladies in
| the rooms of the house on Charles-st where Miss
| Phillips lived. They put up tortoiseshel- handled
eyeglasses and looked at Rowena when she en-
| tered not impertinently but with the questioning
| air they gave to everything new
There were young ladies also in the rooms few
| men. There was lnurmur of talk and low
| laughter
! The rooms themselves were in reality almost
simple but they seemed magnificent TO R0wena
/ There were low fireplaces. in which smoulderrd