The Irish standard., 1894-09-08


it was, and I know it; but what was
to do, Gyp? You were the only pro-
tector had, and You did bowl him
over beautifully; no other horse could
have done it SO well. It's wicked, but
do hope you hurt him, just because I
had to strike you"
GYPSY was still wrathfu1, and indi-
Gated by toss of the head that the
wheedling; of a woman did not make up
for blow. It was the insult more
than the pain; and from her-there
was the sting of it.
II know; know just how you feel,
Gypsy dear, and don't blame you for
being angry. I might have spoken to
you, of course, but there was no time
to think, and it was really him was
striking. That's why it came down SO
hard. If / had said word he would
have got out Of the way, coward that
he was, and then would have shot you
you, Gypsy. Think of it.''
If 4 man can be moulded in any
shape that pleases a clever woman,
how can a horse expect to be exempt
from her influence evenn if he is, su-
perior animal to man? Gypsy showed
signs of melting, whinnying softly and
forgivingly.
"And it will never happen again,
Gypsy-never, never. AS soon as we
are safe home again I will burn that
whip. You little pet, l knew you
wouldn't"
Gypsy's. head rested on Margaret's
shoulder, and we must draw a veil over
the reconciliation. Some things are too
sacred for mere man to meddle with.
The friends we're friends once more,
offending whip was doubtless offered
as burning sacrifice.
When the doctor came out, Margaret
explained the danger of the road, and
proposed that they should return by
the longer and northern way--the Con-
cession, as it was called.
They met no one ON the silent road,
and soon they saw the light in the
window.
The doctor and the girl left their
. horses tied some distance from the
house, and walked together to the Win
dow with the stealthy steps of pair
of house-breakers. Margaret listened
breathlessly at the closed window, and
thought she heard the low murmur of
conversation. She tapped lightly on
the pane, and the professor threw back
the door window. RI
"We were getting very anxious about
you" he whispered.
"Hello, Peggy said the boy, with
wan smile, raising his head slightly
from the pillow and dropping it back
again. -
Margaret stopped over and kissed
him:
MY poor boy! what a. fright you
have given ,meH'
''Ah, Margery, think what a fright
got myself thought was going to
die within sight of the house"
The doctor gently pushed Margaret
from the room. Remark waited until
the examination was over, and then
went out to find her
She sprang forward to meet him.
''It is all right" he said. There is
nothing to fear. He has been exhaust
ed by loss of blood, but few days
quiet will set that right. Then all you
will have to contend against will be
his impatience at being kept to his
room, which may be necessary for
some weeks"
"Oh, I am so glad! and-andI am so
much obliged to you, Mr.. Renmark!'
81 have done nothing-excapt make
blunders," replied the professor, with
a bitterness that surprised and hurt
her.
= ''How can you say that? You have
done every thing. we owe his life to
you"
Her unjust accusation in the earlier
part of the night had deeply panied his
over-sensitive nature, and he hoped for
some hint of disclaimer from her Be-
longing to the stupider Sex, he did not
realize that the words were spoken in
q state Of intense excitement and fear
that another woman would probably
have expressed her state of mind by
fainting instead Of talking, and that
the whole episode had left absolutely
no trace on the recollection of
Margaret. At last Remark spoke:
81 must be getting back to the tent,
III IL sU11l eAlStS.-' bH1nk mao an ap-
pointment there with Yates some
twelve hours ago, but to this moment I
had forgotten it. Good night" F..
Margaret stood for few moments
alone, and wondered what she had
done to offend him. He stumbled along
the dark road, not needing much the
direction he took, but automatically
going the nearest way to the tent.
Fatigue and the want of sleep were
heavy upon him, and his feet were as
lead. Although dazed, he was con-
scious Of dull ache where his heart
ought to be, and he vaguely hoped he
had not made fool of himself He
entered the tent, and was startled by
the voice of Yates: Il.
"Hello! hello! Is that you, Stoli-
ker?"
mo; it is Remark. Are you
asleep"
81 guess have been. Hunger is the
one sensation Of the moment. Have
you provided anything to eat within