The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-07


there soon?'
Il do not know. I hope so. When I have
finished that for which L came to London I
shall return
1T is strange our fortunes should have
changed so since I last saw you" she pur-
sued, intent on her object. "Then you were
poor and was rich-or thought was. Now
you are rich and l am poor Perhaps you
have heard that my father left us very little
money, and that we have way of living
except the payment of some people, who live
en- pension with us?'
Indeed, no; had not heard" The quiet
surprise of his voice changed to sympathy as
he added: Your loss has been bitter, in
deed"
Those people, who were with us last
night, were the people"
What Miss FanshaWe?"
Yes; she is studying music, and we have
nice room for practical real music room
our father built on at the back of the house
for US, and Eizabeths father was glad not
to ccme to town for the season-he loves the
&C untry. The other people are our cousin,
Gr1Hth Roberts and those two ladies with
the diamonds, who are Americans and
have come to London; ana there's an
other lady; and-and Miss Yamm Miss
tanshawes cousin, who at Mentone,
Is coming for month soon"
There, it done!
All was told, and ner one idea was to get
away from him as fast as she could and
leave him to digest the unlocked for informa-
ton. with any result he pleased.
But she must not be too abrupt; and
sitting her childish impulse to arise and flee
she asked, in a voice she strove to make
calm
''You must think it very funny French
girls never do things like that, do they?"
1t was not Immediately that his answer
came.
Funny! find you are as brave as you
are sweet. I cannot say more"
The look in his eyes, which had an addi-
tional shine in them, and the vibration in
his rich voice acted electrically on Rose
Every misgiving fed as one swift heart
beat sent a food of rich blood through every
vein, flushing even her finger tips and
washing away all doubt in its course
Her eyes shared the cleansing; the very
garden changed for her.
1t had been empty, triste, dismal, before
now the golden daffodils were nodding their
heads joyously at her; the graceful double
| narcissi sent up encouraging little whiffs of
scent to her; the lilac tree seemed to whisper
| OF bliss as it nodded its heavy plumes, not
yet unfolden in the sweet breeze; and the
olrd that was warbling its little heart cut
overhead, was surely by answering the song
ner own was beginning to sing.
But with the joy the old shyness returned
the desire to flee became intensified and she
could hardly lift her eyes to his when he
said his goodbye with a You will be at
home this afternoon"
| A thrilling little Rose it was that tripped
| to that home-amost as thrilling as she who
had .shyiys offered her rosebud in the softly
| lit, tiower-filled conservatory at Mentone-so
full of absorbing thrills, that it never &C.
CURED to her there was anything unusual in
the sight when she caught a glimpse of Dec
| ina and Elizabeth Fanshawe turning the
corner OF the square, escorted by Eliza beths
| brother. John.
Despite the altered surroundings and cir
cumstances, those blissful days seemed to
have come back again, and what was more
natural than that Decima and Mr.. Fan
Shave Should be side by side?
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