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

was good-brnvc deeds, kind words, en-
noblng books-und IL lavcndcrscented
| prejudice against evil. No longer n
beautiful woman, she was distinguished
in appearance; her figure was still
youthful, her carriage erect. her eyes
II limpid blue beneath nrching brows,
ind hc- hands, the hands of Il gentle
woman, long and slender, the skin soft
rs satin and cool to the touch. Upon
the palms of these Uhis discovered
latrr) were innumcrable faint lines,
crossing and rccrossing, the symbols of
thousand cares, aud representing
against her family Il debt of love which
nothing could cNtinguish. She wore,
| l remember, dress cunningly fash
| toned out of gray cloth; the soft neutral
tint emphasized agrccably her per-
sonality, suggesting IL subtitle COM
promise between the sunshine and
shadow of her outward and inward
| lives.
We exchanged dozen phrases, and
| then the boy was summoned To my
surprise he greeted me cavaAierly. al
most rudely, and glowercd when spoke
OF our future relations.
II hate books" he said, frowning.
laughed. Telcmnchus blushcd,
scenting ridicule. The mother sighed
AT your age" l replied, 81 hated
books myself and got little good from
them"
He regarded lie attentivcly, and re-
turned his glance with interest.
What are you going to do with me,
MIR. livingstone"
"Thnt depends upon yourself. I'm
under contract To cultivate in YOU tho
three ms mind. muscles, morals
We will begin tomorrow With the mus
Giles. You have, see, capital legs, but
your nrns"-l pinchcd his hicrps-"ure
still undrvcl"prd. We must spar to-
grthcr, and bny II horizontal bar"
His eye frightened.
"llc is very Delicate" said Mrs.
Gerard, "and 81 easily tired"
The boy WINGED. | liked him better
for the protest.
"lll make him MS stout rs IL bull-if,"
! added, "hc will sign articles of part
rcrship. We must work together"
81 hope" said his mother, Il few min
ntes later. when the boy had left the
room, II hope. Mr.. Livingston, you will
he able to make II man Of him"
"llr doesn't like me. I'm handicapped
mt the start"
"llc is hard to please and somewhat
spoiled. fear" she continued, smiling,
"tlint you will find us very dull people"
AS she spoke Il peal Of laughter echoed
through the house, II silvrry laugh, care
dcfying. l started nn, lifted my eve
brows
"My daughter" said Mrs. Gerard, n
faint blush dyrng her checks; my
daughter Nancy"
month passed "a month containing
81 enchanting dnys.whicl distilled nm
essence so subtitle, II perfume so sweet,
that no mortal mny profnncly analyze
its elements; but my memory, like nn
empty phial Of altar Of rose. nttcsts it's
surprising fragrance. or course l
was in love. l had looked into the glori-
Gus eyes OF Nancy Gerard and knew
that my hour had come. Being n wise
fool. | cnpitulatcd ut once, IN uncondi-
tional surrender.
IL is always the unexpected which
BATTLES our calculations. had plunged.
as thought, into II maclstrom of hate;
found myself in the whirlpool of love.
Miss Nancy grncionsly accepted my
homng" and twnngrd my heart strings
con brio. evoking surprising hnrnonjcs
and discnr,ls. She had Il pretty trick Of
mnnifrsting nj once the innocence of u
child and the knowledge Of Il woman,
II combination which brought me to my
knees in II spirit of humility nn, ndora-
ton George Eliot, describing Cntha-
rine Arrowroint says that she was one
of those satisfactory creatures whose
intercourse has the charm of discovery.
] gratefully borrow this sentence and
apply it to Nancy Gerard. The social
instinct in her was amazingly mature.
Certain hours were devoted to music
and books, and the rest OF the day to
the exercise Of her nimbIc tongue. We
were thrown together from tho begin
ming. or course spent the greater por-
ton Of my time with my pupil, md Mrs.
Gerard, prudent mother, kept her
daughter under her own eye; but after
dinner the dear lady most consilcrntc ely
dozed, and then our tongues were
loosencd. My advent spmrcd Nancy's
curiosity into gallop.
Mother tells me you are an author"
she said, on the evening OF the second
day.
II write little for the papers and
magazines"
GLOW delightful 1t seems such u
satisfactory way Of making an income.
You jot down your itlens-I'm sure, Mr..
Livingston, you carry Il full cargo Of
ideas--and then you send them to an
editor. lie writes IL fattcring letter
and incIoses n check"
docs he?"
doesn't hep"
"Not always"
"Of course one can't always please
everyone, but sooner or Inter you get
the check; and It seems such All easy
way OF making money. Oh, don't ne
cuse You of writing only for money.
You don't look as if you cared about the
Almighty Dollar. Art, l suppose. is
your god"
II have no particular god, Miss &C.
rard, but have goddess"
She laughed.
"Have you really n goddess?" she
asked. in q tone of The kecucSt Interest,"