The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-16
THE ACE OF SPADES

MS assumed superiority, and she knew, or
thought she knew, that he was aware that
sne was In love with him, and treated her
ruoely in order to show her that her love was
unacceptable.
one was girl whom a man Of Temple
lon S temperament would naturally admire
ana Tor that reason, and the fact Of her not
Delns In any way suitable, either in excess
OF money or position, made him harsh in his
treatment of her
AS all the others who were going to the
home Farm were either driving riding.
IempIeton, not wishing to walk alone or go
shootlng said loudly that he had decided to
stay indoors and try over few songs while
ne mad the drawing to himself, but,
seeing that the announcement did not cause
any great commotion of disappointment
amongst the guests, ne changed his mind,
and elected to go with them.
When they reached the field nothing would
content him, but that all of them should be-
come harvesters, and he marshaled them in
a row and insisted that they should bind the
sheaves and stack the corn, to which they
laughingly agreed, whilst he went enthusis-
tlcally to work, encouraging his nighbors
with loud song.
The elder ladies had left the field and gone
Into the farm house, where the factors wife
WaS getting some light refreshments ready
Tor them, and the worl. firing the younger
amateurs, they soon gave over, dropping
away one by one, much to the relief of the
real harvesters. till at last Templeton was
LETT alone binding sheaves very badly, and
singing loudly and Cheerfuly..
He looked a picturesque figure for he had
dressed himself very carefully for his role
OF Arcadian simplicity.
he did not work very bus.y and he touched
the cornstalks with glngerly care not to
wound his fingers but man who looks so
nluch like picture cannot be expected to
be over useful in addition to the delight he
gives by his appearance.
Angela had wandered away by herself to
the end of the field, and had seated herself
on the raised grass bank that bordered the
there.
she was very happy with that first fresh
JOY OF young love that transfigures all the
world She loved Alured Something within
herself sang softly that he loved her in re-
turn, and the knowledge was Wonderous
sweet to her. Everything combined to make
her happy. The weather, the lovely scenery
the aHectlon of her hostess, and the love her
aunt bore her. She had always been light
hearted, and therefore her nature was the
mere ready to accept without demur this new
joy and hope of love which was Transforming
the whole of existence for her. She was en-
Joylng the beauty Of the morning too happy
to think, Or indeed, do anything but dream
Of her love
Alured was not there, but so perfectly was
she possessed with, and so free was she from
that insult to true love, the demon of jeal-
ousy, that his actual presence was not al
ways necessary to her
She was very fortunate by nature, for no
= ar assalled Eer heart with trenors if Au-
hers was true love, and true love is SATISFIED
with the knowledge of it's own power
Near by among the grass a cluster of late
marguerltes were nodding their pretty heads
In the light breeze that stirred the corn
Angela put out her hand and gathered
them to tuck into the belt of her white serge
gown, and one escaped from the others and
fell on her lap.
With half laugh at her sentimental fancy
she lifted it up idly, and began the old time
dlVlnatlon He loves me-a little-very
-passionately-no at all!''
Inc petals were falling from her fingers
one by one, and she was much engrossed
in her task that she did not notice Alureds
approach until his shadow fell across her
feet and he sat down beside her.
She started. and the color flashed brilliant
~ into her cheek, as she raised her eyes with
a look of welcome, and then lowered them
shyly. He laughed the low, contented laugh
OF man who is thoroughly happy
oh, fair Marguerite he said teasingy:
what does the omen tel?
The flower dropped from her hand
i haven't finished she said, little awK-
wardly.
"Ah, then, I can hear if it tells the truth.
Finish, fair Marguerite
1T is such nonsense she said in a low
voice,
Il like nonsense Do tinish"
Alured spoke in equally low tones, but his
vOcs, seemed to leap with 10y with tha love
he wanted to speak
She took up the flow er. her color coming
and going, and her bosom lightly heayine. as
she stripped off the petals He watched her.
his heart in his eyes, 9 perfect of emotion
was shining in their honest depths.
The petals became fewer and fewer her
sweet trembling vote grew lower and lower
as she repeated the old formula. TRY as she
might she could net control her lips from
trembling, for the feeling of dreaded and yet
hoped for expectancy oyermastered her.
He loves a little-very neutrality-suspicious.
ately."
AS the last petal fell to join the others on