Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1897-11-13
CHATTER, III.


is gone. Deaths twin.sistcr. sleep" has
fallen upon the earth. One by one the
sweet stars come out IN the dusky vault
above, 'spirit.like. Infinite In amongst
the frs that stand close together In
huge clump Mt the end of the lawn. great
shadows are lying that. stretching ever
and ever further. form at last u link be-
tween the land and the sea.
".Ah! here you are. stephen says Mir
Marx, addressing the languid young man
they had met In the morning. who II com
ing 20 them across the grass. why
didn't you come sOOnerT
''T'hcy wouldn't give me any dinner un-
Ill about an hour ago." says the lnng,iid
young man In sublucd voice. He glnnccs
from POrtia to Julia Beaufort. and then
IL Dulcc. There his glance rests. IL Is
evident he has found what he seeks.
"Dulcc. I think I told you stephen
Clover WIS coming tonight" says Roger,
simply. Aud then Dulcc rises aud rustlcs
mp to him, and. filed with the dcternina-
ton to keep sacred u promise she had
mndc TO be particularly nice 10 Rogers
friend, holds out TO him u very friendly
hand and makes him warm welcome.
Then POrtin makes him u little how.
and julia shippers ut him. and presently
Inc finds himself accepted by md admitted
20 che bosom of the family. which. indeed.
Is rather nonhcscripi one. Htet lew
moments OF unnvclhnb'c hcstat'oh nc
throws himself ut Juices icc', anu lcnn.
ing on his elbow ,s.'s ll''ns s, country
ire: muer all; sn hn'' o.a 'n'uR'
what q heavenly night II II. says
Dutcc, smiling down on MN. Icrhnps
shc II hardiy AWARE now e"eo"rns"s ner
smile can bc. "Scc the ocean down
there, pointing WIN rouhded' SOL.
bare nrnl, that s'cnMs IKE snow III inc
moonlight 10 where tue sca II SHINING Oc'
tween the trees. HOW near seems
though we KNOW ~ qnme 'ar away.
1T u nearer 10 you th"n ! am says
M. Cover. IN tone tnat migh' mp,y ,nc
idca tnat ne th,nSs '"e oc'"" l" oe''e'
case tnsn himse'i.
WELL not just now s"!' D"'c''
Laughing.
Not Just now. returns nc, ccholns hcr
laugh. suppose We sno"a NC ,h"nkiuI
for small mcrcics; but ! wish tue Zen.
was Itt'e nearer 10 TINS p'nce tmas ".
"Portia, can 20" see Incn,S Chn from
thisT' asks Du'cr. LOOKING ~ hcr cousin.
You remember tue spot WHERE we s"M
the little oluc flowers yes''rm"!. 'nn, !", .
40 coveted. iow c'cary S"""' WV
now beneath the moonocnmS. nat.
Like ourh'shed siver' says uo,,m,
drcnm'Iy. Always WI" MY " "I
Whiting her black ran TO anu FRO. Am'
those nowcrs-'how ! lodge" !"r '"r"''
principally. suppose. because tue! "'''
beyond my reach. -, -,
"Whcre are thcyF asks N"gc..
never remember seeing due "ower'
there"
"Oh! you wouldn't notice 'hem, says
his Rancc. fine touch of pei"iance u,
her tone that makes Cover Nft MS hend
TO look at her; but they were mere, new.
rrthclcss. They were the very color OF
the Alpine gentian. and 10 pretty: W,
quite fell In love with them. lortia and
!. P0rtia especially: but we could not gel
them, they were NO low down.
''Therc was tiny ledge We might have
stood on" says Portia. "but our courage
failed us. aud We would not try t."
"And quite right. too" says Sir Mark
II detest people who climb prccipiccs ant
descend cliffs. 1t makes my blood rui
cold"
"Thcn what made you climb nll thos'
Swiss mountains two years ngO!" nsk'
Julia Beaufort. who has u talent for say
ing the wrong thing. and who hns quit'
forgotten the love ahair that drove 81
Mark abroad Mt that time.
II don't know" replies he. calmly; '"
never shall. ] suppose. j perfectly hate'
II all the while, especially the guides, WIN
were more like nssassins than anythinI
else. ] think they hated me. TOO. AM
would have given anything to pitch M
over some OF the passes
P0rtia laughs.
II can sympathizc with yOu." she says
''Danger Of any sort has no charm 10
me. Yet wanted those flowers. think
-idly-"l shall always want them, siMpl
because can't get them"
"YOu shall have then In three seconds
II you will only say the word, snys Dick,
Browne. who IL all but fast asleep, an
who looks quite as like descending u rug
gcd clih az Portia herself.
II um so glad don't know the word
says Portia, with a little Grimacc. ~
would be pity to endanger valuabl
life like yours.
Dn'ce turns to Mr. Tower.
"You may smoke II you Ike she says
sweetly-"l know you are longing for
cigarette or somethihs' anu we doh
mind"
"Where In Fabian!' she asks suddenly
peering through the dusky gloom. AR
you there, darlingy"
but no one answers her. 1t seems
them that, trims OF their company, b
has taken himself to solitude and tn
house once more. No one has seen hiI
20, but, during the last few minutes,