The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-07-17

lou heed not nn1sh the sentence"
said l. II don't blame the young men,
and I'm sure you didn't like it. We
shall be great friends, see.'
| ] put out my hand, which she
clasped warmly and unaffectedly.
I'm so surprised" she said, after
| decent interval, that you should give
up your writing to teach Mark-what
do you call them? ah, ycs-the three
Ms. Here you are alone with two
women and a hobbledehoy. Is it wise2"
"l'll answer that question when ! tell
you about the goddess. at present I
don't know"
Mark and signed our articles Of part
ncrship, the former under protest. He
didn't like me; but, recalling my own
youthful antipathiss to schoolmasters
ard those in authority. easily forgave
him; and, besides, he had sister. The
Greek, Demctrius, exercised n most po7
tent influence upon the lad, an intlu.
ence. so far rs could Judge, for good.
Perhaps it was prejudice on my part,
but fancied that he avoided me. Ger
tanly he cvndcd my questions.
why" said l, has Mr.. Gerard TO-
lie has n daughter"
The Greek replied. slowly, weighing
his words:
mfr. Gerard is not alarmed on Miss
Gcrard's account"
strange, he never even mentioned
her name to me-"
Dcmctrius bowed; his sphinx-lilso
features betrayed neither surprise nor
annoyance. l could not help admiring
the fellow. Never had I met better
servant, nor one less servile. His Dig
nifty was quite impressive. After all.
] reelected, if he wished to emphasize
the difference between us, that was his
affair and not mine. None the less his
confoundcd rcticence pqued me con-
sumcdly.
Miss Nancy. however, consolcd me.
a few days later the curiosity Of the
witch boltcd again.
She liked to sit upon the veranda over
looking the ocean. On her face was re-
Elected the placdity OF the waters; in
her heart, | knew, was the rcstlessness
of the tides. Indeed, there was n smack
of the salt sen about the girl, of the sea
in all its moods and lenses. Her blood
ehhcd and flowed beneath the freshest
skin; on her kp., with the glimmer of
teeth white as foam between their
curves, was the many twinkling smile,
in her eyes an enchanting simmer.
One could swear that those same eyes
would flash ticrrcly in time of storm
and stress, and that the red lips, like
breakers, would curl nngrily. hate q
tcpid Temperament.
"Mr. LNin%ston"-how softly the syl-
Tables of my name dropped from her
mouth! which do you prefer, action
or nnction. peace or wnr?"
"Pcarr, Miss Nancy. at my price.
push my little go-cart along tho lines
of least resistance"
al Thought mrn"-silc emphasized
the preferred war;"
"Nowa'lnys they leave that. to wom-
en-"
"Hut the love of fighting, of adven-
turc, is natural to mnn?"
"To uncvilxcd man, yes"
strip IA man." she cried. with touch
of scorn, "of the rags We call manners,
take from him the Difference which he
pays to the opinion of society, and
whit do you lind?"
Sometimes, beast"
"Ah!" She drew in her brenth with
a pretty sigh.
Sometimes. god"
docs he teach small boys?" she
asked. dcmurely. Confess, now. MIR.
Livingston. you are something of q
fraud. You ought to be fighting-with
your pen. | mean; slnyiug monsters,
like Hercules; and instead you are"
"Talking to Omphale. There is time
for cvcrything."
Tell mc"-shc spoke coaxingly-
your true reason for coming here.
Don't attempt to deceive me. l Gun dis
tinguish truth from falschood."
"Whut eyes you must have! How do
you do it?"
ITS very simple. Truth once seen
is never forgotten; the poor dear, you
remember, wears no clothes-that's WHY
she lives at the bottom of well; bnt
falschood is trickcd out in the latest
fushion."
and you hive met truth face to
fncc?"
II live with my mother"
1t was prcttily said. but it set me to-
thinking; and thought. like fulsehood,
has many costumes in her wardrobe.
Where did Miss Nancy learn to talk7
Her mother, sweet, gentle soul, was no
convcrsationnliht; her futhcr, con-
found him, was money-grnbber. Tho
girl must be still in her teens; but her
shrcwtlneSs and wit amazed me.
mo man." observed, "incriminates
himself. The reason of my presence here
must remain for the present at the
bottom Of the well. But beware; Ihave
found out your bcsctting sim"
She looked at me deflnntly. 4
II don't believe it,"
IA morbid love Of excitement"
"Wretch. You have laid your finger
npon a tender spot Yes, am fond Of
excitement. The deadly dullncss of my
life till-till quite lately has driven me,
nearly crazy. ! have the dramatic I'M
Etinct strong in me. Heaven knows
where got it, but can't be rid of it,
And my dramatic instinct tells me that!
there is some mystery here. in this
peaceful house, where you would least
expect il; and you. Mr. Livingston, are
mixed up with this mystery There
it's out at Inst"
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