The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-02-19

could fail to understand it, seemed to Odille
Thorne that he was the beau ideal of an
EngliShman.
This was Odille Thornes reflection as she
now looked at the young earl; and with the
reflection came a sigh, while a shadow, born
OF sadness, stole over the beautiful express
SlVe face. She remembered the time-not so
very long past either-when a man of the
swarthy Southern type, with eyes of flame
and glance of fire, had been her ideal of
manly beauty. And now the mere sight of
a man with black hair and eyes made her
Sunderland for good reason.
Glorious weather for hunting, Miss
Thorne," observed the earl, gathering his
reins together in his wel-gloved hand
Doesn't it make you repent of your refusal
to join us?"
1T is a lovely morning." was the young
girls evasive reply; but my father does not
wish me to hunt"
Surely he would not be nervous, knowing
that I should not leave your side?" said the
earl.
Hardly that; and yet he may be. You
see, l am his only child
"Oh, I quite understand and sympathize
with ms anxiety on your account" replied
Lord Roseraye bending from his saddle and
speaking IN so low voice that his sister,
who had riddene-on a few PAGES, could not
everhear what he said. Il know that if you
belonged to me, Miss Thorne,'' he whispered
lpassionately, his glance giving unmstakable
meaning to his words, Il should be afraid and
single moment. AS it is
But the sentence remained unfinished. The
horse his loIdShip rode, growing restless
swerved and reared impatiently, and Lady
Lillian, looking back over her shoulder, made
a signal with her whip, and reminded her
brother that the meet was at half-past ten
and that if they did not start at once they
wei ld certainly arrive the last in the field
if not too late.
1T is all your fault, Miss Thorne" said the
earl, in tone half bantering, half serious,
as he turned his horses head in the direction
OF the avenue. There must be something of
the sorceress about you, besides your beauty,
for you have the faculty of making me for
get what 1 ought to remember, and remem-
Der what 1 ought to forget
And with these enigmatical words, that
brought burning blush to the cheeks of her
to whom they were addressed, Lord Roseraye
Fitted his hunting cap from his closely cropped
fair head, settled himself in his saddle and
rode away. Lady Lillian waved her whip in
farewell, and moment later, Odille Thorne.
having watched till the last glimpse of the
earl's scarlet coat had disappeared behind
the winding avenue Of chestnuts, found him
self alone in the silent portico-alone with her
| own thoughts, which, judging by the bitter
weary, sad expression of her fine noble face
were far from being happy of cheerful ones
l. And yet, on the surface, there appeared to
be no reason for her melancholy. She was
young, in perfect health, watched over by
loving parents, surrounded by every comfort,
and by the kindness of sympathetic friends.
She was also very beautiful. Even those who
least admired the peculiar Oriental type of
her beauty could not close their eyes to it.
Had Odille Thorne had sultan for father
and a Moorish princess for a mother, instead
of, as was the case, being born Of parents
who had not drop of even Scotch or Irish
blood in their English veins, she could scarce
ly have appeared in <coloring or feature more
purely catalogue Nature has these caprices
we know; but it certainly seemed incredible
that this girl with the raven black glossy
hair, the olive-tinted, velvet-smooth skim the
finely slightly Jewish features, the
| wildly red lips, the deicately- arched eye
brows, and the languishing black eyes, so
darkly soft, yet so lustrous, yelled to an ex-
quisite tenderness by the shadow of the dusky
silken lashes, through which they shone like
stars in twilight sky, should be the daugh-
ter of honest stern-faced Fergus Thorne, with
his broad, clean-shaven British countenance
short reddish hair, calm, keen grey eyes, and
Of Margaret Thorne, his wife, the beauty of
whose still sweet, but faded face had been of
the fair, delicate, ethereal type, with clear
blue eyes, pink and white complexion, and
Igolden-brown hair, that is so essentially Eng
| lish.
Odille looked like Hindoo princess. Lady
Lillian, who was a great admirer of Moore's
poetry, declared that her companion must be
Lalla Rookh come to life AS for the earl
he had lost his heart almost at first sight,
with QdilleB picturesque dark RMHa, ner sud,