The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1897-04-16
FROM THE CAPE
w. PETIT RIDGE.

.n0SJ Oh luE fioieOAo - VIZ w
usually preserved by suburban
IONS for the purpose of frightening
8 Yet the gallery was not without
actions on a cold day when the wind
along from the Green park, down
cadilly, racing another wind
oh was speeding madly along Pail
A.. with a slight start in advance to-
Id Waterloo place.
In does one good" said Mr.. James
M reliant, ito come to show like this.
ever go out to the Cape again"
Which you won't" said the young
v.
And | feel wistful-"
NAL du pays" suggested the young
".
EXACTLY. Why, then, shall think of
Is hideous collection of pictures. and
nall feel reconciled to my lot. The
ne is not all honey, but at any rate
4, do get nature there. And nature
always good"
'I suppose these artists think she can
improved by the introduction of a
tile novelty"
81 wouldn't" said Mr.. James Mar
ant, waving his stick round the gal
ry. 81 wouldn't give twopence half
ennv for the lot of them"
81 don't suppose they would care to
In them for less"
Mr.. James Marchant laughed good
mperedly, and touched her hand.
Ihich happened to be resting on her
nee. 1t was very pretty hand and
ery neatly gloved, and there was good
Scuse for him.
"But there is something" he said,
bwering his voice, something in the
allery, Ella, that l would give every
emmy have in the world to possess"
"a picture?"
"Prettier than any picture"
"Statuary?"
"Better shaped than any statuary."
"Not disposed of already?"
81 hope not There is only one diff
llty-I am not sure, if l were to make
offer now. that it would be ac-
pted'
"How shall you find out?"
He rose and adjusted his frock coat
18th the manner of man to whom for
bme years frock coats had not been
bmiliar wear. He was tall, brown
iced man. with a good deal of earnest
ess in his eyes.
81 shall ask Mrs. Beckett
"O!" she said. She gasped little be-
bre she went ON. Sand you-you think
hy stepmother will be-will be able to
dWse you in the matter?"
~ think she will" They walked slow
on the thick carpet to the swing
oors. Besides. it's only fair to do so.
ut seems to me" she said, rolling up
Der catalogue very tightly, rather an
bld-fashioned mode of procedure"
There is this excuse in my case.
Mrs. Beckett has an idea, l am afraid.
hat have brought back from the Cape
pntold gold. want to make her under
Stand that when | say l shall have to
york for my living, really mean it."
81 am glad" she said, quietly.
sudll see you tO-HlRnIG
81 am not sure" she said, with her
little hand resting for moment in his
Fl think the Invitation is for two only"
81 have great mind, said Mr. James
Piarchant, looking down at her affec-
tionately, ito kiss you"
THAT is no evidence of great mind"
she said, reprovingly. Besides, you are
in London now"
"And don't people kiss in London ?"
They don't kiss me, Mr.. Marchant.
Il am very glad of that"
and people don't talk of kissing at
the doors of picture galleries.
81 am afraid" said James Marchant
alphabetically, shat l have much to
learn before become recivilized. The
Cape make one forget all ones man
ners."
1T has not made you forget your
friends" she said.
There was one" he said. as he as
sisted her into the hanson, "she was
only small girl"
Not old enough to count?"
"Of whom thought every day of my
life out there"
There were tears in her eyes that
challenged the lightness of her good
by The small gloved hand was pressed
in the big fist of the man from the Cape
for one moment, and then he gave the
address to the driver.
A bright face with the tears of happi-
ness still there looked through the glass
as the hanson drove off, and Mr.. James
Marchant strobe away with glad heart
10 see a business man in Bedford street.
For men who want to earn money must
force their thoughts away even from
the direction of pleasant young women.
1t was by great dexterity that at din
ner in Duke street mansion that night
Mr. James Marchant contrived to get
himself paired with the excellent Mrs.
Beckett. Mrs. Beckett declared her.
self enchanted: but this was so fire.
qnent declaration on the part of Mrs.
beckett that it was held to mean some
'hing less than the phrase really meant,
i should have thought you would
have insisted, simply insisted on TAX
'ng down my Madeleine"
Mrs. Beckett futtered her fan at Mr..
Aarchant in manner that had in the
early seventies been pronounced be-
witching.
want particularly to speak to you.
MIS- Beckett. want to offer myself"
S-s-sh," said Mrs. Beckett. mys-
terlously. Not word. | know ex-
acty what you are going to say. Made
leine, my dear" She called to a tall.