Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1897-11-06

ncut Oh tnc most intense, lie Is enaDl80
to turn the tables upon his accusers, who
look small and rather crushed.
just now he is nodlng over his Times.
In the next window sits Portin, clad In
n snowy gown that suits her TO perfection
She has been here now for fortnight,
and feels as IL she has been here forever,
and almost wonders IL In reality she ever
knew another home.
"What u heavenly day, yet how deprcss.
ing. We are never satisfied" says Mark
Gore, flinging his arms above his head.
with lazy gesture, and looking with al
most comic despair ut the pale.blue.and-
gold glory In the heavens above.
Fabian, who has been standing near
him, lost In a day-drcam, starts percepti.
bly, at his tone. and moves as though he
would go toward the door. Then, though
still little absent, he looks round the
room as though In search Of something.
Perhaps he finds Il as his eyes light upon
the window where Portia sits, because
they lingcr there, and the restless express
sion. that has characterized his face up
to this, vnnishes.
"lIavc you been indoors all this lovely
day? Has the sun had no power to tempt
you to come out?" he asks.
"No"-she shakes her head rs she an.
swcrs him, aud smiles, too, but the smile
Is cold as death. and though perfect, 10
altogether different from the one bestow.
cd only n moment since upon Sir Mark.
Then come out now" says Gore, as
though pleasantly impressed by the sug-
gcstion conveyed In Fabinn's speech. "Let
is all shake off dull sloth and make u tour
right round the garden"
"a charming idca." says Portia, sitting
more upright. and Frightening visibly.
She grows even animated, and animation.
even II the fnintest, Is to be commended
on such day rs this.
take your cousin to see the new carp
pond. say Gore. addressing Fabian, but
watching Portia attcntively. You will
like to see II. POrtia"
$50 very much" snys Portin. But IL
do go. II must be with Dicky."
Her manner as she says this gives both
the men fully to understand that early In
the day she has pledged herself to 70 for
walk some time In the afternoon. 30
far I'D good--it might have NO explained
itself--but. unfortunately, at this moment
Dicky Browne (who, rs Dulcc says, IL al.
ways In the wrong place at the wrong
timc) comes up behind them, and addresses
them generally:
"What are you all conspiripr nbout ~
he says. gcnially. Roger and Dulce. for
the fourteenth time today, have again
agreed to differ, 80 I seek refuge here.
Take me In, will you? And, by tho nv.
what shall we do with ourselves this
grilling dayY
II have Just been suggesting n ouiet
STROLL" says Sir Mark.
"rhc very thingw cxciaims Mr.. Browno.
who Is nmiability itself. "Wby on cnrtb
didn't we think OF that bcforeY I'ortin. ~
you will come with me, IL you have NOT
promised" with a glnnce ut Sir Mark.
ITO 20 with any one else, I will show Won
a new tennis court that will draw teurs
Of admiration from your eyes"
This IL the unfortunate pnrt NJ H. II
now becomes apparent to every one that
Dicky did not ask her early In the morn.
Ing To go for walk anywhere, Silence
follows Dicky's speech. A faint pink
color, delicate but distinct, Green's into
Portals cheeks; she does not lower her
head, however, or her eyes either, but
ga:Ss steadily through the open window
ut the hills I'm the far. fnr Distance. misty
with heat and coming rnin.
She feels TINT Fobinn's owes nre nm hcr
and inwardly resents his scrutiny. As for
Fabian himself. his brow contracts, and q
somewhat unpleasant expression mars the
beauty of his fnce; yet, turning TO Dicky
with the utmost cOmpOsurc, he says calm.
~:
"Tnkc Portin to sec the carp.pond: that
may interest her."
$50 WILL" says Dicky. "But you come.
too ol,l tnnn yvon't youy Won understand