St. Paul daily globe., 1896-03-29

with her, and that boatman Is gem
orally bore, has perhaps something
to do. With her going, but she herself
puts 1t down to the resolution" And
for three days she goes out boating
with him, always with the same self
contained, cold, indifferent air, speak
ing to him as little as possible, and
giving him to understand silently that,
though she acknowledges the cousin
ship 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 a
warm, faint, driving mist that lies lika
a solft cloud on the brows of Hungry
Hill and the Sugar-loaf, wrapping them
In garment of purple haze. 1t is not
sufficiently wet, however to keep any
one at home, and in the morning Lillian
had acceded to Lansdale's request
that they should take another look at
CromwelPs bridge, and had from that
wandered on into the lovely woods al
most within reach Of Lord Bantry's $
shooting lodge. They had. of course
seen 1t all before, and it was like a
farewell visit, as, Of course, tomorrow
will be their last day, Aunt Bessie hav-
ing decided on returning home on Sat
urday. Always somewhat taciturn
when with him, Lillian had been singu-
larly so this morning, and it is with q
sort of dogged pertinac1ty that Lans-
dale asks her at the hotel door on their
return If she Is too tired to go for a
row. A good deal to his astonishment,
she acquiesces at once, and Geoffrey
having secured a very satisfactory
luncheon made up in a dainty basket,
they start But here, as on land, Lii
ian's reserve continues.
"Why does she come If she can't
stand me?" says Lansdale to himself,
with pardonable irritation, and, falling
| into her mood, he too refrains from
| speech, until the sound Of the oars and
| the musical dashing Of the water
! aginst the sides Of the many islands
| by which they go Is all that breaks
| their silence.
They land at Garnish island, and go
| to see the Martello tower, an old man
with the keys following them. And
| perhaps it adds to Lansdale's sense
/ of injustice that Lillian talks gayly to
this old ancient, laughing her soft,
musical laugh, and going into ecstasies
with him over the magnificent view be-
| low She had hitherto seemed unsym-
pathetic to Lansdale, who has fallen
in love with Glengariff,l but now he
knows how full and deep is her appre-
citation Of it. And, indeed, the living
| picture that lies before them could
| hardly be surpassed-the soft, clear
| bay, with it's blue waters ripping
round it's many islets, the lovely woods
| growing to the waters edge; the grand
! old mountains, severe, mysterious, clad
with their pulple heather. and the
glimpse Of Glengariff castle amidst
the foliage. Everything seems so old,
so still, that it seems a relief when,
| from a little rock crowded with sleepy
guIls that have seemed for the last five
minutes part of it, the gray birds sud-
denly rise as if with one consent, and
| float away like fairy visions across
the dark bosom Of the water.
"Shau we row once more to Proudly
river?" says Lansdale, when they are
again in the boat,
Eyes It is very pretty there" says
Lillian, without enthusiasm.
| Better have some luncheon on our
way" :,'g ,a =
| 'I think I should like something to
eat,'' says Lillian, absently. Geoffrey
could have shaken her. v'
] "Look here" says he presently, lay
! ing down his oars. They have fin
ished luncheon, and Lillian is amusing
herself throwing the scraps to the big
white swan who always follows them
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no doubt to luncheon on his own part
Lets have it out"
"'Haye what out?" She has red
dened, however.
| ''Well all this absurd nonsense. You
! thought I came here in an underhand
sort Of a way to see you-to"-bold1y-
| Judge Of you?"
"Mr. Lansdale!
''You did think that There is a
| touch Of sternness in his voice that
angers her.
"Wen, it looked very like it," says
she, defantly.
! @Come to that, why should I not have
1 thought that you had come to see, to
| judge of me?''
Miss Blake frowns.
'"That is rude speech, says she,
| coldly. 80
/ do you wish to have monopoly of
the rudeness then? However, I mere
| 1y made that remark to give you the
chance Of seeing how things might
| look from the other point Of view"
"You will take it back, however" !"
| with a touch of hauteur. .
Certainly consider it quite as un-
| likely that you should act in that way
as that" t"-dehberately-''F should. Be-
! sides, to set your mind quite at rest,
I may as well tell you that I came here
| principally to meet, not YOU" with a
| slight smile that is q little ironical.
but friend Of mine, who promised
! to be here this week."
HE is not very punctual," says LII
! ian, indifferently.
"She seldom is,' with a shrug.
| However. 1 have had a line to saw
she will be here today"
"Oh! All her self-possession does
not avail her to hide the distinct start
J of surprise that follows on his words.
| I daresay you have heard of her.
goes on Lansda1e. Lefty Linton-she
| is distant cousin of mine, and I sun
pose Of yours, too"
Il don't think so,' coldly. Miss
Iintons Yes. 1 believe Aunt Bessie
has met her in England. - A tall girl9
and"-siight hesitation - s'goodIook-
ing?"
More than that"
| "Pretty?'
Lovely" says Lansdale, with en-
thusiasm.
Silence Miss Blake has gone back
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