The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-09-20

ssNcTHING SHALL KEEP ME HERE
flashing. 81 shall go home tomorrow.
Nothing shall keep me herel j shall go
home in the morning.
"Tbe very fact OF his being here would
--''
Somebody has come up TO them. A
tall young man, with charming face
that has suspicion OF humor in it,
''Isn't il perfeetf' says he lightly. 81
made sure i should find you here. II is
the one place in the world, where to stay
indoors night and day is an impossibility,
SO long as one can stay awake" He
turns pointedly to Lillian, who is gazing
out on the moonlit water as though un-
aware OF his presence, yet all the time
she is wondering If he had heard her last
words. Surely not, his manner IL free
from embarrassment, not an arriere
pensee in il.
"Your first visit, Miss Baker"
eyes, her first ~ says Aunt BESSIE
hurriediy, who feels a storm brewing
"First impressions are always best, f"
says Landsdale, whose lips twitch humor-
ously. "You will stay for some timer"
"For week." says Aunt Bessie
promptly, for which speech the girl could
willingly have killed her. To go tomor-
row after that, would be impossible. II
would look like running away from him.
No. whatever 1t may cost her, she will
him, she will let him see that his being
here Is a matter OF the most perfect in
difference TO her, and just at the very end,
she will say something, just a mere word
or two and quite polite. That will let
him know how distinctly displeasing he
Is to.her, IL not indeed absolutely hateful.
1t is In accordance with this resolution
that next m orning she meets his pro-
posal to go out boating with him in an
amiable if distinctly careless fashion.
The fact that she adores boating, that
Aunt Bessie wouldn't go with her, and
that a boatman is generally a bore, has
perhaps something to do with her going,
hut she herself puts it down TO the reso-
luton" And for three days she goes
out boating with him, always with the
same self-contained, cold, Indifferent
air, speaking TO him as little as possible,
and giving him to understand silently,
that, though she acknowledges the
cousfnship between them, he himself is
OF no account at all. And Lansdale, who
had begun by being amused, has grown
curious and perhaps little resentful.
Today, Thursday, and the fourth of
their acquaintance, has opened with q
warm, faint, driving mist hat lies like
a soft cloud on the brows OF Hungry Hill
and the Sugar-loaf wrapping them in
garment OF haze. Ii is not sufficiently
wet, however, to keep anyone at home,
and In the morning Lillian had acceded
to Lonsdale's request that they should
take another look at Cromwell's Bridge,
and had from that wandered on into the
lovely woods almost within reach of Lord
Bantry's shooting lodge. They had, OF
course. seen 1t all before, and 1t as like
farewell visit, as, of course, tomorrow
will be their last day-Aunt Bessie having
decided on returning home on Saturday.
Always somewhat taciturn when with
him, Lillian had been singularly so this
IL wit 90
portinaeity that Lansdae asks her at the |
MOTEL door on their return il she is too |
tired TO go FOR row. A good deal To |
his astonishment she acquiesces at once, |
and Geoffry, having secured very satis- |
factory lrucheon, made up in a dainty |
basket, they start. But here, as on land, |
Iillian's reserve continues.
why the duece does she come IL she |
can't stand meY says Lansdae to himself. |
with pardonable irritation, and. falling |
into her mood, he, too, refrains from |
speech, until the sound of the oars and |
the muscal dashing OF the water against |
the sides OF the many islands by hich |
they go is all that breaks their silence |
They land at Garnish Island, and 90 up |
10 see the Martello tower, an old man |
with the keys following them. And per- |
has II adds TO Lansdale's sense OF inius- |
tice that Lillian talks gayly 10 this old |
ancient, laughing her soft musical laugh. |
toe magnificent view below. She had |
hith erto seemed unsympathetic 10 Lans-
Dale. who had fallen in love with Glen
garih, but now he knows how full and |
deep Is her appreciation OF it. And i'm
deed, the living picture that lies before
them could hardly be surpassed--the soft,
clear sea, with its blue waters rippling
round It's many islets, the lovely woods
growing 20 the waters edge: the grand !
old mountains, severe. mysterious. clad
with their purple heather, and the glimpse
OF Glengarin Castle amidst the foliage.
Everything seems 50 old, SO still, that II
seems relief when, from a little rock
crowded with sleepy gulls that have
seemed Tor the last five minutes part OF
II, the grey birds suddenly rise as IN with
ore consent, and float away like the fairy
visions across the dark bosom OF the water.
shall we row once more TO Proudly
Riyer7' says Lansdale, when they are
again in the boat.
Yes. IL Is very pretty there" saws
Lillian with enthusiasm.
way" ou'
~ think / should like something 70
eat. says Lillian, absently. Geoffr,v
could have shaken her.
Look here, says he, presently laying
down his oars. They have 6nishcd |
luncheon and Lillian Is amusing herself
throwing the scraps 10 the big white
swan, who always follows them in their
excursions, with n view no doubt TO
luncheon on his own part. Lets have
II out. -
"IIave what outg'' She has reddened.
however.
"Well, all this absurd nonsense Won
thought / came here In an underhand
sort OF way 10 see you Ito boldly Judge |
OF ycuy'
FMr. Lansdaleir
"toa did think that" There is