St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-07-14

HHeaiil tHdt Bert nad not stopped for
obstacles. But that baby never knew
what darkened it's sky an exciting in
fancy.
'tWell! The Lord bless and preserve
u.s.! gasped Mrs. Donald. So that's
the kind he is, is it! Chasing the good
looking girls as If Beelzebub WAS after
him and jumping skyhigh over in1.o-
cent babies with his trouser-legs in the
air, because he couldn't wait to have
EN- done up DECENT Tchi tchr' Mrs.
Donald chuckled disapprovingly.
These smooth-spoken city fellers do
beat all when there's a girl around!
Might have given me a chance to
speak, Then Mrs. Donald went in ana
found her athletic customers bill, and
dissolved in bewildered remorse
Meanwhile Herbert, finding his
physical training at a. discount in rae
ing with girls handicapped by weak
ankles, had comforted his soul with his
escape from the Donald, and betaken
himself to his room, where he paused
to chuckle over his recent adventures
and admire Cinderella's handiwork
Presently he heard voices, breathless
and laughing, and light steps on the
stairs. A door on the floor below him
closed, and the words which reached
him sounded SO distinctly close that had
he not proved the acoustics of the
board partitioned house before dinner
by dropping his boots, he would have
believed the speaker to be in the very
room.
GO and sit still all the evening, At
my time of life? Never, my dear! No,
1 shall sit in solitude and write a
commemoration ode in honor of this in
glorious OCCASION
But Sylvia, you can't give that
ankle as an excuse after running down
that hill like that
HE didn't see me-
"But he's not a fool. He knows you
couldn't have vanished so quickly
without running"
HE knows nothing of the sort He
is supposed to suppose l was behind
the bushes, or-somewhere else. Amy!
| will not face that man again, much
as yearn to know if 1 did scorch those
trousers when he caught me at it.
(Bert hastily turned the garments over
give out that my ankle is suddenly
worse-mortificatio having set in this
afternoon. I'm sure that's true if moth
ing else. What's the matter with
that?' in a tone of supreme satisfac-
ton.
"Oh, Sylvia, please be serious
Serious! | like that! l should say
1 was the only one who has a right to
be serious-pressing a mans trousers
before he's even introduced to mel
Amy! a sudden explosion OIL fnlfIn, L
wish you could have been there. 1t was
a scene for-a-painter! And he is such
a SWELL Oh! How do you suppose he
arranged matters with Mrs. Donald ?
Suppose she tells him to give the
money to me? I'd take it,, vow 1
my! oh, my! shall die! And he is
so good-looking! Amy, I've plan.
will go tonight Listen! He can't ask
questions. He's too well-bred, and I've
pressed his trousers for him! There
no need of his ever suSpecting I sat
under that tree with big hole in
my"
Bang! Crash! The conscience and
endurance of the helpless eaveSdropper
had revolted. He had repaid her serv-
ices by an unmanly allusion to her
ankle but at least he would take no
further advantage If he could help it.
He snatched off his boot, held it on
high and dropped it, at the same in
slant striking out from the other
shoulder at an inoffensive chair, which
reeled and fell. A suppressed scream
from Helen, a giggle then silence,
then a prompt flow of well-bred, we'll
sustained conversation. During the
remainder of his stay in that room
which he limited to five minutes, he
took care to govern his movements au-
dibly.
ing a hasty meal and a light one; APP
parently, for Deland heard Horace ask
her If she expected to sustain the
evening solely upon pilot-biscuit. Her
presence might have surprised Bert
had he not already named her as one
of whom the unexpected is a close ally.
When next they met it was in the
pretty Casino, alive and alight with
the stimulus of a hop in full swing.
Deland had found Barnard did not over
estimate floor music nor partners, and
he was in great spirits. But Cinderella
arrived late, and his eye strayed fire.
quently to the door before its quest
was ended. Suffice it to say she came
she saw, she danced with him several
times. He decided that ball room at
tire became her even more than a
kitchen apron, that she danced better
with a sprained ankle than others
without, and that she desired no allu-
sions to feet or fiatirons. He took his
cue.
But at last he inveigled her for some
fresh air to a quiet corner on the
piazza of the main house, and there
lege anecdote. A pause followed the
laugh. Suddenly she turned on him.
How did you manage with Mrs
Donald she demanded, with engag
! ing frankness. did she take it?''
81 really don't know. 1 left it an(
ran"
Ran? Why did you rum"
ITO escape. her protests and catcl
up with your
"Oh-h! Well, but Mr.. Deland, Tn
you by me! She never will take it!''
| "All right-take the girls over t
town and treat Well. then, give ii t,
| the heather kids. There are bushels
of them around the Donald cottage.
| saw them
That's quite an idear' She reflected
absorbedly How do they look?" sh
| inquired presently, with interest
"Look? Well-;artistic, certainly
| though not over cleann'
| What They were clean when 1 lef
\ them! Did you drop them?"
| 'Drop-What?"
why the trousersi"
ooh, L beg pardon-I was thinking Of
the infant heather! They look finely
| I mean the trousers. I wish 1 could
know of a way to thank you"
There is a way" she announced
darkly.
I'm very glad. Tell me-
She faced him. leaning forward i'm.
| pressively. Mr.. Deland, can you
without further question, make me &
| promise?'
81 can and do
| Good That is splendid of you
| Then promise you'll never, while We
| live, allude to either the trouser cpl
SOue OI-Hly Ankle. YOU QOn Know
what depends on my hushing this up
| Didn't hep It's asking a great deal
| L know, for it would make an awfully
| good story, but you mustn't
a.. Miss Hunt" said Deland, firmly
1'set your mind al rest. The only time
L ever gave girl away was at my
| sisters wedding. 1 must remind you
however that Mrs. Donald may prove
| the undoing of us BOTH
Then l shall go home next week;
that's allr'
"Oh, no, you won't: you promised to
come over to Manchester. Really !
wouldn't worry. 1t strikes me it can't
reflect anything but credit on you. /
don't believe one girl in ten could press
like that. And it isn't as if it hap
pened in the city or in the winter. II
all goes in the summer months, YOU
know"
1t was November before Herbert De-
land found himself at liberty to ac-
cept an invitation to a charming coun-
try house not too far from the Quaker
City. Once there, however, he did not
| readily forget the way. AS the winter
advanced his friends began to COM