The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-11-28

her fond little school friend and chum that
afternoon, have l had to sit or stroll with
CT listen to Maj; Burleigh | never once was was
able to enjoy the view. What made him
hurry us away from the northeast point, do
you supDose?"
Ibid you notice that, Nell? I did, too and
I was interested in the view. Away up to-
ward Laramie Point l could see something
through the glasses that looked like lot
of little ants crawling along together 1t
was just after that-just after we looked
through the glass that he marched US round
to the other side. The view toward Green
river isn't half as pretty
And now he's telling some lntermfnable
story to father over their cigars. What shall
we do If he hangs on? Father will have to
ask him to drive with us to the fort and
there won't be ROOM
'Unless Mrs. Fletcher gives up her seat
said Jessie demurely
Mrs. Fletcher isn't going. very different
left note for Mr.. LOOMS at the hotel, and
he accepted. Now you see why l don't want
Maj. Burleigh."
1t was then long after o'clock. At
they were to start, and Jessie could hardly
curb her Impotence. The mail from trayne,
so said Folsom, would arrive that evening,
At 8 the cigars were smoked, and the
host and his guest were in the library. IL
was Folsom's CUSTOM when a possible thing,
to take a brief nap after the midday meal,
and Elinor felt sure he would be glad OF
the opportunity now, if Burleigh would only
go, but Bureigh wouldn't. In monotonous
monologue his voice came floating up to the
second floor drowsy unbroken in its sopo-
rife flow and the girls themselves, after the
mornings drive in the clear. bracing air,
felt as though forty winks would be bless
ing. Could it be that Burleigh fingered on
in hopes of their temperance below? Might
it not be that, if relief came not speedily;
Papa Folsom would yield to the spell and
fall asleep in his easy chair? was II not
Miss Fo1som's duty to descend and take the
burden of entertainment off those elder
shoulders? These thoughts oppressed the girl,
and, starting up, she cried:
Its simply wicked of me staying here and
letting poor papa be bored to death. DO come
down Jess, dear, unless you're dreadfully
sleepy. He acts just as though he intended
never to co.
And Jess promised reluctantly to come down
in ten minutes if he didn't leave; but she
hated him, and hated him ever since he spoke
so of Marshall in the car three days hetore.
The upper hall had been quite dark Wneh
Miss Folsom went I'D to inquire how Mrs.
Fletcher was, just after luncheon. me d0or
to her little room was tightly closed Inc
blinds in all the other rooms abort were
drawn against the glare of the sunshine In
the cloudless atmosphere; yet now, as zap
poose stepTS suddenly out upon the land-
ing she was surprised to see that the upper
floor was much lighter than when she went
up, half an hour earlier. The maid had not
gone thither from the kitchen, and Mrs:
Fletcher wished to doZe. Who, then, could
have opened both blind and door and let IN
that food of light2 Impulsively the active
girl flew up the winding stairs to the thlrd
story and some one suddenly Withdrew from
the balcony rail- and an instant later, as
Miss Folsom reached the top, all became udrh
again Mrs. Fletcher's door had unquestlon-
ably been open, and was now smut TO- one
must have been out there listening, anu
grayeIy the young girl asked herself what IL
meant-Mrs. Fletchers agitation In the IL
brary that morning, as she peered out at
the majors wagon her absence from luncn-
con on account, as she pleaded Oh not aesIT-
ing to appear when company was present;
and now despite her desire to sleep, her
vigil at the third-foor landing, where she
was surely listening to the sounds from be-
low.
Pondering over the facts, Elinor Folsom
slowly retraced Ter steps and went down.
stairs She reached the library none too soon.
slowly topping, overcome with sleep. Inc Inc
sound of her CHEEKY voice aroused him, and
he started, guilty and crestfallen,
Burleigh's heavy face frightened yisiDly a.
her coming. He cared no more for music
than does a cat but eagerly followed her
across the broad hall into the parlor when she
suggested showing him the beautiful piano
papa had given her; and old John, blessing
her. lurched for the sofa, buried his hot head
in a pillow, and was asleep in ten seconds
Mai. Burleigh was alone with the lovely
daughter Of the veteran trader. He was
man of the world; she an unsophisticated girl
lust out of school-so said Bureigh albeit
a most charming one; and he, who had mon
opolized her time the entire morning, bore
down once more upon his prize.
She had seated herself at the. piano, and
her long, taper fingers were ripping over the
keys. She knew full well he did not care
what she played, and as for herself she did
not care Just then to play at all. She was
thinking of his insinuation at Marshall
Deans expense She was still bordering over
Mrs. Fletcher's stealthy scrutiny of the
quartermaster's team. On these two &C
counts, and no other, he was possessed of
certain interest to Elinor's dark-brown eyes,
and they were studying him cody, search
ingly as he drew chair near the plano stool,
and seated himself and met her look with a
broad, encouraging smile.
Trill and riDDIe ripple and trill her white
fingers reach over the keyboard.
I'm sure you know this waltz. major"
she was saying. They played it beautifully
at the Point two summers ago."
"I-ah, yes, it's a charming composition
charming, though 1 don't recall it's name just
now