The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-06-04

The pathetic strains rang out sweet and mellow,
bringing of binding emotion to the eyes of
maiden swinging idly in her hammock behind the
cedar windbreak. Two forms coming up the
shaded driveway-one true Saxon with eyes of
riest blue an thrown boyishly around the shoul
ders of his companion.
Despite the disparity in ages between these two
their cOmpradeship something rarely seen
From earliest childhood it dated-ever since Scot
Fieldng'S baby eyes had looked up in laughing con-
fdence into the lustrous brown of tenyear-old
Gerald PeytOn. Then and there the latter had sworn
boysh fealty to those eyes of innocent trust-a
fealty which compreheuded such care of his young
friend as made Scot laugliingly dub him Dad
Emerging from beneath lie arching elms and
blue-gemmed cedars. the two directing their
steps toward rustic gateway at one side when
girsh voice fell upon their voice not easily
forgotten, vibrating in lingering sweetness upon the
luStestrings Of ones memory.
Quick laughter in her deep gray eyes, Patience
Rogers QrAcess Patty to familiar friends) called out
gaily: Glow now. comrades twain. whittier ava
fast?"
The song ended abruptly. "By all that's fne
Dad here is our princess herself! Thought this your
boating hour, way to the lake. Such
tickle change i'll becomes your highness;" and Scot
seated himself in the hammock beside her.
The princess laughed softly, then cast a swift
glance at the other where he stood propped against
the huge box-elder heading tne windbreak, Quiz
icaI dark eyes met hers with what seemed mock
ing light in their depths, and instantly she sprang
up
you are right Scot; but was waiting for Dor
othy for her rowing lesson at this hour But
come, will wait no longer" moving rapidly across
the lawn followed by the two young
w hat a tremendous lot you think of that child
would l she." sighed Scot.
"HumphT her lip curving scornfuly, "there could
be but Dorothy Cameron"
$50 presume" he answered meekly. But how
NH.
eh, princess?"
Patty turned calmy to Gerald Peyton, who stood
holding open the gate; MFR Peyton, did you moth
ing of Dorothy at Ravenscourt? thought her sure
to be there having game with Tommy"
Unfortunately, Miss Patty. only just down
from st. Paul, meeting Scot at Mr. Cameron's.'
7 Patty wheeled frownngly. AT Oakwilde Scot
Fielding! You told me- when you know how
treasure the tinies bit about those dear people!'
Most gracious princess 1 do beseech your
mercy" Scot exclaimed in laughing depreciation
"Is not all fair in love and war? I'm not such
Rochester Candidate-not quite my dear-as to start
you off on the Cameron track. If you would know
prefer a interesting subject-mysef for in
stance, his blue eyes dancing the disdain the
young girls face
'Mr Peyton, did you speak?" she asked of the
other
= PeytOn shook his head smlingy. However
= Miss Patty will say that your little friend will
dOubtedy appear later 1 recollect overhearing
some lamentations about practicing which must be
done first
"Ah you give me fresh hope! But see good COM
-rades," with sweep Of graceful arm as they
f. came from the woodland path out upon a grassy
bank SlOping gently down to small lake. your
choice of all this beauteOus range of seat!"
Rank clover growth both red and white cush-
Toned the hillside in rich perfumed uxuriance: while
scattered here and there. wealth Of wild roses of
every shade and hue, from purest white to deepest
red added its fragrance the already ladened
mOsphere.
''r - not too deicous!" breathed 1atty sinking
+ down midst huge punches of the clover, her fair
Z head against the tall trunk of a stray cottonwood
e where it shimmered and glistened like strands OF
III palest gold.
Ringing himself beside her, hands clasped be-
meath his smooth blond head Scot lay idly watching
the snowy of shining cloud pile high in the
West with feecy tufts drifting lazily the deep
Id blue.
Beneath half-cosed lids Gerald at her feet drank
in each mood and expression of the so beloved
But Patty herself had eyes only the scene spread
before her.
In vivid cOloring the placid lake reflected the Oh
poslte shores-the low range of hills stretching In
brightest green with native woods crowning their
summit and covering them warmly at the waters
eu9e' lleh narrow wooded ravine, and beyond,
quite at the far end. steep height frowning darkly
upon this peaceful tarn rugged bit of sheer cliff
One jutng had been known earliest settlers
as Beacon Point and on this eyrie the Fiedings had
built their home of "Beaconswold its stately beauty
lining clearly against blue sky aboye while far
back stretched the fertile fields on what was in fact
the tableand of the country
Ah. what so rare day in June!" softly
quoted Patty her eyes alight with the scenic charm
as she inhaled great draughts of the delicious rap
ture permeating the sweetly air. "Iruy Is
It the month of monthsr'
Fright you are my princess" Scot assented laz,
ly, 'the month of brides and roses"
"ROses"' quietly ignoring any other classification
"Clover say l. Such deiciousness!" blrying her
face in the sweet lush heads reaching up so impor
tunately
always an enthusiast, Patty" Scot remarked
condescendingly what Jacobn you would have
made hundred years agor'
zone may be enthusiastic yet not revolutionary
Peyton inerposed quietly at the quick CLEAN of bat
tie in the grlsh eyes.
"My good friend! she murmured a swift, SWEEP
smile his reward