St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-08-25
BIZ LOUISE CHANDLER
MOULTON.


young couple who looked on. Perhaps
there are eyes that watch us-eyes
to which our little ambitions and
achievements seem as trivial, as in
consequent, as the busy flies seem
to us.
The May afternoon was more than
Warm-it was hot. Summer had hur-
ried into the world, unexpected and
unlimited. Perhaps that was what
made Jasmyn Meredith lend a little
pink ear to something she had re-
solved, over and over, that she
would not hear-tlle passionate, il
logical, altogether absurd, love-mak
Ing of young fellow who would not
have taken the university degree till
a month later on. He was twenty
one, to be sure, and she only eight
cen; but at eighteen a girl believes
herself already a woman.
She listened; and then she said
with a smile:
why, you are a boyr
"a wise boy" he answered, ''who
will have all the longer time in which
to love you, because he begins ear
ly"
I'm glad you are to be a lawyer"
she answered, somewhat irrelevantly
as it seemed to Robert Marsh.
'Why?" he ventured.
Because I now see that you have,
after all, logical mind. Your pow
ers of argument might be thrown
in o+1
then she added: 1T takes a good
While to get admitted to the bar
ut shan't be very long in my
case" he answered, eff you will prom
Use me my reward for making
haste"
''Oh, yes,' she said, st viii come to
court and hear your first plea
That he cried, a little scorn-
fully. mo, I want you to listen in
private to my first argument, and
be convinced by it,
"Ah, but you are not a lawyer yet
you must watt
You can keep me waiting as long
as you please-it is for you to say
but I have told you that love you
You can't get away from that I'll
trust you to remember, and when
any other man tells you the same
story, II will be his judge. You
shall think of my love and my words,
and you shall ask yourself whether
he loves you as we'll"
Jasmyn smiled at this outburst,
and then she said, with an air of
sweet tolerance: Dream your
dream, gentle youth; it may keep you
from some worse folly!'
and you will not even be here for
class day."
NO; we sail on Saturday. My
mother is half-English by birth, and
more than half at heart. She is
signing for Mayfair. We shall go to
New York tomorrow"
And this is goodyear
He looked for a moment into her
eyes. His lips were athirst for her
but he knew her too well to venture
on anything she would have the
right to resent. He contented him
self with hand clasp; but there was
a tone in his voice she would not soon
ber?''
;.
Three years went by, and still Mrs.
Meredith and her daughter had not
returned to America. May and June
found them in London. Later on
they went to Hamburg. They divid-
ed their winters between Rome and
the Rivera. Robert Marsh heard of
their movements. only from the kind
newspapers, for Jasmyn had decreed
that there should be no correspond
ence. 1t would hinder him in his
studies, she said, and she had no
time for it. She thought of him
now and then, and wondered little
whether-as she put it herself-he
was as foolish as ever. In fact, she
thought of him most often at the
times when she should have thought
Of him least-when some other man
appeared inclined to tell her the old
story.
She was a social success, even in
London, where there are so many
fair competitors; but she deity man
aged to avoid proposals for the most
part, and when she had to say no,
to say it so gently as to make no
enemies. Her mother had not in
terfered hitherto. Mrs. Meredith was
slowly, but now the time seemed to
her to have come when a son-in-law
would be desirable
you are twenty-one now" she
said to Jasmyn.
Yes, Mumsie. Of course you can
Easily remember my birthday, since
you also are a Mayfiower.'
Eyes, and a year before I was
twenty-one had married your faith
er. He never caused me but one
sorrow, and that was when he died
1 wish you as happy a lot as my
own, and think you are old enough
to marry"
Jasmyn lifted her pretty eyelids
In such wise that they asked a ques-
ton.
Yes" her mother answered mus
lngly. Perhaps you have not seen,
but I, who have lived twice as long
as you. can see clearly that Lord
Gainsford is only waiting his oppor-
tunity to ask you to be Lady Gains
ford"
THAT old fellow!" cried Jasmyn,
frreverently.
''IIe is thirty-nine, said Mrs Mer-
edith, smiling. THAT does not seem
SO venerable to most of the world
as it seems to you. Do you see any
thing else in him to complain OFF,"
81 haven't thought. Why should
I? He is very well, I suppose. but
[ sec no reason why should care for
him more than another"
'Ah. well. you must know him bet
ter"
And the opportunity was not long
In coming. 1t seemed IS if fate were
On the side OF his iordship. Wherever
the Mcrediths went they were sure
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