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


! sudden confiscation of the shoe il,
question by Horace. With a careless
81 must have something to go by!"
/ he lightly vaulted the settee and dart
ed out of the yard, passing Deland
with swift glance of covert interest
| The outcry on the bench had ceased
! abruptly.
| Deland the Magnificent walked on,
i torn by curiosity and chivalrous con-
| sideration for the shoeless damsel, but
! evincing no sign of having had eyes
| or ears as he entered the place by a
! gateway, farther down. Here the dis
! covery of an utter absence of a front
| door gave him momentary pause
! Search was brief, but battling He
! found three DOORS of no reassuring
! aspect, and concluded that the main
! entrance must be at the back: also
that there must be half a dozen win
| dows in each door He was conscious.
! poignantly conscious, that other eyes
! than those. of the apple-tree nymph
| were covertly watching his move
| ments.
Passing from view of the lawn, he
| discovered around far corner of the
! piazza a fourth door, opening into a
cheery. though deserted, little parior.
Directly opposite was door number one
again, giving upon the inevitable APP
PIE tree, and he was wondering if the
entire establishment had been planned
and erected with a view to eternal
vigilance over the apple crop, when
his eye fell upon an eXcrescence in the
center panel of the door by which ne
had entered. Closer inspection re-
| Vealed likeness to a handle. Advanc-
he Cd h.
! suit being a sound which put him in
momentary expectation of the arrival
! OF the fire department and police
/ corps. He was somewhat taken aback
| to ma his onslaught productive of no
/ results whatever. Again he waited
stoically, much impressed with the
| gullele:s faith in human nature ex-
| hlbited in the careless abandonment
of property around him. 1t was Ar
| cadlan, truly, but how long was he
! to wait? Meanwhile, his best evening
| trousers, packed with something as
near akin to haste as was possible to
] Deland, were slowly crushing in his
| Valise. 1t had struck him at the time
| they would be none the worse for
little pressing. This thought stirred
! him to action.
This is absurd" he told himself.
! rising. I'm not going to hang around
! here all day to be giggled at by those
argus-eyed windows. Neither do pro-
| pose further monkeying with that
! alarm clock attachment Shoe or no
! shoe, that girl must help me out of
| this"
! He strobe forth, and his first glance
| towards the tree revealed a change in
| the scenery. The girl was leaning back
comfortably absorbed in punching pin
J holes in a leaf. One small and ex-
tremely shapely foot and ankle en-
cased in a well-fitting russell shoe,
! peeped demurely beneath a skirt of
some dainty black-and-white material
| and the other was propped carefully
! upon the wooden tree seat and covered
with shawl. Deland grasped the sit
| uation.
/ PITY she couldn't have added a lini-
| ment bottle and a roll of bandager he
soliloquized. Wonder how it would O
for me to suggest going for the doctor"
He advanced determinedly and she
| raised pair of soft gray eyes, with a
tint of blue in them.
Can 1 do anything for you?" she
said, kindly. rs there some one you
| wish to seq"
Thank you. Could you tell me where
| could find the landlady? Ny ring
was evidently not loud enough he
added, deprecatingly.
Her face was a quiet one and he was
not prepared for the transformation
! wrought by the smile he received 1t
was as if the sun had suddenly danced
| Z.
It fairly sparkled. Deland forgave the
| BlitheGale inn
NO" she responded, "you couldn't
! ring loud enough here. Do you see
that door under the long flight OF
stepa?"
II do"
"Well, just open it and just ask the
first woman you see (there will be
several all come at once for Mrs. Post
l nope you're not in hurry. L think
she, preparing dinner. 1 could get her
in a second, but she paused
Il see" said Deland, sympathetical-
ly. II hope it's not serious. Is it a
sprain?"
Much worse, thanks" She stirred
SIightly and her eyebrows contracted.
you see, and 1 keep trying to see if
l can move it. L can wiggle it some
times" She surveyed it pityinglv.
HoW did you do it?'' inquired Deland
with solicitude which alone proved
his histrionic powers. It's a shame.
| L Suppose?'
IT was more shoe than rock. I
reckon, she answered, shaking her
mead. I'd no business to have-Oh,
there's Mrs: Post now, coming out of
the barn! Qert reflected upon the wav
in which Providence sometimes fayors
the transgressor) Mrs. Post! Oh.
Mrs. Post! Can you go to the parloI
moment, right away?" and there
pelHS no chance to disregard this hint
by reasons of the approach Just here
OF four or five women from as MANY
directions, Deland made his acl1noy-i.
euSH!entS, coupled with best hones for
the injured foot, and returned to the
par!of' chuckling surreptitiously.
smell do" he muttered 81 Wonde,
If that foot will recover in time ro,. tn
mop tonight? But why does she saw
reckon She's no more Baltimore
! than Boston,
There his meditations were inter
iupteu ny the advent of Mrs. Post. a
SWeet-faced, motherly woman. Who lis.
tened attentively to his tale. and taking
MN through dark and devious wayS
ana up two tortuous flights Of STEMS.
moved him clean little attic room
with pretty straw mating q cor
pee kerosene lamp, and from sky
HSht window sweeping prospect of
eafth, heaven and sea which no cas-
tied KING ever saw surpassed from
his proudest easement. Bert, not per
naHs uliillhdIul of the apple tree
nymph, took prompt possession and
then coniided to her his fears for his
Vallse and his precious trousers. Did
she know of any place. where the latter
could be pressed?
Mrs. Post proved herself fitted by
long experience to cope with the vagar-
les of summer boarders' predicamente
Hers was a house where, if the con.
Venlences were few and far from rod
ern, the luXuries We're many and rnex-
pected. She boosted no bells nor cali
boys, but her small grandson was
quite ready to go for the valise, and as
to the trousers, she hesitated. but
hopefully '"'
We'll, now sir she said, 'ff I wa.
you, l wouldn't take them clear to
town today. OF course they might b.
e done on better ter; but it's Saturday, you
time, without you waited for 'em GOOD
ness knows how long. Why don't yol,
Jest run up here to Mrs. Donald-she's
right round the corner at the top of
the hill in the last house She's a
first-rate laundress when the rhelI-
matism don't get her, and I guess she'd
press ',em fin9 for yer, if We go right off
after dipner.''
Deland could have embraced her. but
took the suggestion instead. and sent
for 70, J, his yalise, having unpacked which
he descended little late for we'll
cooked home dinner, to which he did
justice quite unmoved by the more or
less obvious chances and comments of
! thirty women three man or1