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

Fegs! they must be Protestant, any
way"
He Is a garrulous but kindly Jehu,
filed with curious anecdotes and le-
gends which for the last eleven years
he has been instilling into the ears of
his clients; nor does he indeed today
draw breath until, having climbed the
highest hills, he now brings his horses
carefully down and down again,
through an exquisite descent of wood
ed road, to the very. door OF Eccles
hotel.
"Oh, how lovely!" says Lillian, softly,
as If afraid to speak too loud. She
and Mrs. Musgrave have clambered
down the little step-ladder brought out
to help them from their elevated po-
sltion on the open coach, and are now
looking around them. Here Is the
door Of the hotel, an old-fashioned.
homely entrance, more suggestive Of
Inn than hotel-and indeed it, with the
parts or the house on either side Of 1t,
are evidently very old, and would no
doubt contrast strangely with the long
rows or new buildings that have been
lacked on to them in later years, but
Tor the fact that flowers and clinging
trailing greeneries have covered the
house, both old and new, with an al
most riotous growth
1t Is now late IN September, but roses
and passion flowers in full bloom are
st1u crawling UP the walls wherever
they get chance, reaching tHe upper
W1ndoWs-nay, the very roof itself. On
the left a magnolia Is covering the
space between two Of the drawing
room windows, its white and fragrant
cups Qhat SO strangely resemble the
water Hly) cleaning through the ten
DER greenness Of its leaves, while ger
anlums show their pale pink and scar
let brightness from even higher lid.
Such luxuriant geraniums, growing IN
ana UP, and ever up, until they stare
out at you from under the very eaves
TO the right, some Dijon roses are
hanging their pale and fragrant heads.
Inc roses at home are all gone"
says Lillian. as If to herself.
1But look at the bay, dearest" saws
aunt Bessie. AS If reluctantly Lillian
turns from her contemplation of the ex-
quaslte hoWers; but when she turns It
IS only to give way to fresh adrnira-
t1on. Only the narrow road Rms ha-
tween the lower-crowned hotel and the
water, with its wild wealth of beautv.
IT'S purple mountains, that cast their
shadows deep into it's depths: its ISL
ands, clad with cleaning verdure. and
the soft, delicate spell Of mist and ST.
lence that hangs over all. Who-wbo
can describe that spell-the glamour of
IT, the desire, the longing to sink into
It ana dwell within it's eternal calm
forever?
Aunt Bessie, we must get boat to-
morrow and go out as far-as far as we
can! says Lillian, some hours later.
Dlnnef IS oVer-an excellent dinner in
the long and handsome saloon, and she
ana Mrs. Musgrave, having gone I'D
stairs to put on some wraps with a view
TO sitting out on the esplanade and
watching the growing moonlight deck
the waters, are now going back to their
rooms along the narrow corridor.
well, dearest, dare say boatman
can be found" says Aunt Bessie. to
Whom J1gging up and down on unsteady
foundations has no charm. GAS for me
you know 1 am bad sailor; stilr'-
she stops short; young man coming
toward them has caught her eye.
Why, Mrs. Musgrave, it is your
says the newcomer, stopping short and
holding out his hand with pleased sur
prise. what luck!"
My dear Geoff, SO glad to see you."
says Aunt Bessie, genially, if a little
timidly. She is conscious of a faint
Keeling of guilt. Lillian and I onlv ar
rived this afternoon. Oh, 1 forgot: YOU
do not know each otheri This is Geof
frey Lansdale. dearest Lillian" She
om1ts to look at her niece as she makes
thls somewhat incomplete introduction
but Geoffrey Lansdale does not. He
casts quick, penetrating glance at the
girl. who acknowledges his bow with
the faintest possible one in return, aft
er which she Immediately moves awav
carrying her aunt by an imperious ges-
ture with her. Lansdale glances after
her, an amused twinkle in his hand
some gray eyes. $50 that is she!'' says
he. "A little Tartar, if I make no mis-
take! The foundlings are in for a good
thing if it rests with me-"
Downstairs Lillian had drawn her
aunt out-across the road-and onto the
esplanade without speaking a word.
Here, however, in the shade and the
privacy the torrent of her angry fear
breaks out.
Aunt Bessie" bursting on Mrs. Mus
grave like a small volcano "did YOU
know of this?"
Il think so,' says Mrs. Musgrave.
slowly, and as if taking an inward
glance at her memory 81 really think
So"
you did! You planned it all? You
can stand there before me and ae.
knowledge it?'
well, it's difficult, but I'm doing
my very best, my dear; I'm stronger
than I thought" says Aunt Bessie,
who is doing her best to subdue an
inclination toward inextinguishabIe
laughter.
''AH your disgraceful maneuvering
will be Of no use, then" says Lillian,
her eyes flashing. 81 shall go home
tomorrow. Nothing shall keep me
here! I shall go home in the morning.
The very fact Of his being, here
would
Somebody has come UP to them
A tall young man with a charming
face that has suspicion Of humor
in it.
isn't 1t perfectT' says he, lightly.
81 made sure / should find You here.
1t is the one place in the world where
to stay indoors night or day is an
impessibility so long as one can stay
awake" He turns pointedly to Lillian,
who is gazing out on the moonlit
water as though unaware of his pres
oil he ic