The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-06-16

found IL all! the WhOde DleSSeu place II
coming down." be cried, jumping VI
under shower Of stone chips and dust
and turning with well-powdered hah
TO look up at the window, where nt
living thing could be seen. "Let us cut
this. The horses will be at the foot u
the hill"
Long, level rays of setting sun wer.
hlling one of a suite of drawing-roon,
opening picturesquely into each other
At Carlen house, when Rosalind entered
Il that evening. She looked at the
western glory, looked away and went
into another, sou;h-facing room,
where she beheld herself in full
ength mirror with tho reddening radi-
rnce streaming past and touching her
pearl-white satin skirts. "'As ugly as
,in, as ill-tempered as a sick bear?' Was
hat it, Margie?"
Margery. in white lace over blue,
hughed; the first guest was announced.
md another and another. Two men,
whose names did not reach the hostess,
we're joined and received by Gerald
pONer anu lcu up 10 ncr.
"At last, Rosalind," her cousin said.
here. at last, is my old friend, Sir Will
lred Carr"
Sir Wilfred's gaze had vainly sought
.he plain, old maidish trump he expect
ID; he was little dazzled by the sunset
light from the room behind his hostess.
She expressed cordial pleasure at Sec
ing her cousins friend, so well known
10 her by report, in voice that made
him look up in her face with n start.
He saw slim, graceful figure in shin
Ing satin drapcries, with cleaning arms
and fair white neck bemocking the un-
usually fine pearls she wore. She had
kind, brown eyes, dark hair, curling low
ON a broad open brow. firm mouth
with little humorous dimples mt the
corners and n genial condescension in
her manner, which was one of welcome,
and yet she was like-cold chills ran
over him at the thought--she was very
like the girl with the broom, the old
hst and the tucked-up skirts and sleeves
who showed the ruins. And alas! in
nocently smiling at her side in blue
WUltt WdN tnC NCtN pittlN 1diA~
naIred girl by whom he had been SO
hard hit an hour or two since.
"Plain-with such q temper-frump-
ish-not yet fifty-not too poor to be
popular-the dragon to be faced. Good
Lord! I've done II this time, and no mis-
take" he thought, trying to remember
how much Miss Ormonde could have
heard: "a nasty trick to play on a
mani"
For q moment, realizing that the
game was lost, he was taken aback and
utterly routed; but by the time Bran
don had been presented to Miss Or
monde and his blushipg self made
known to Miss Margcry Staines. he was,
IA he expressed il, all there again, and
so cool and apparently unconscious OF
what had gone before as almost to per-
suade Rosalind, when she found her
self following her guests into dinner
on this notwithstanding persons arm.
rnat he and the picturesque youth OF
the castle were different people.
Carlen castle, unlike Sir Wilfred, was
blushing beautifully in the sunset on
the hill in sight OF the.windows OF the
large, cool hall in which they were
dining. Mr. Brandon, who took Mar
gerry in, commented upon its beauty to
her.
''Isn't il dear old owls nest?" Rosa
lind struck in. "We are very ford OF
our heap of ruins, are we not, Margie?
"And the ghost. Ioften envy you your
family ghost" Margery replied. II
never had so much as a grandfather,
much less ghost"
"Ah! DO you like this hot weather,
Miss ormonde?" Sir Wilfred inquired,
with tender solicitude.
"Not much; it's so unbecoming. One
turns brown, and that makes one as
ugly as sim"
Surely not. Sunburn becomes some
people," Sir Wilfred insinuated, with
great sweetness.
"The sun turns me red," Margery
kindly explained. "Then my head aches
end I'm as stupid as an owl"
"Have you some iced seltzer?" Sir
Wilfred asked servant. Nothing so
refreshing as iced seltzer," he unneces-
sarily informed his hostess.
"Did you never try ginger pop, Sir VIII
fred? There's nothing SO cooling as
ginger pop OF hot afternoon. We have
IL at the castle sometimes. Margie and l..
Only penny. II grntifes ones avnrice,
though one is not too poor to be pop
ular."
'Are you much at the castle, Miss
ormonde?" Brandon inquired, with the
pleasant Dir of one introducing charm
ing topic,
at depends. Sometimes Margie and
J go there for luncheon, especially when
things go wrong, and it's too hot, or too
cold, and one feels as ill-tempered as
us n sick bear"
"Surely. Miss Ormonde. that can never
be-" objected the polite Sir Wilfred.
''Such n soothing. tranquilizing place
20 dream and lay schemes In" continued
the pitiless Rosalind. perhaps you
know il. Mr.. Brandony"
81 think have some vague memories
Of the place. Miss Ormonde. How good
OF you 20 let people see II. I hope your