The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-05-19

pities.' said: why don't you tell
him so? He answered: oh, my dear
Miss Ruby, it's no affair of mine And
I thought and thought all night. In
the morning was decided. II is an
affair of mine Why? Because owe
you my life, and because like you
20 much-so much--you don't know!
And when hear things-when they
say things-it hur,s me. There, now
YOU'RE veNed.'
"No' said Constantine. no. Miss
Ruby. It's only tlla: when man has
lived alone some wNi.e its rather Gu
ricNs to lave anv ore come and talk
as IL theS cared
oh, j care u LOT. III. sT~1colm Con.
stantine." cried Ruby. "Look! Why
don't you try business? No matter
how low you begin, the tops always
there
"Ruyine and selling?'
"Why not, if it's honest? I'll tell
YOU. love noble blood. though
haven't half drop" said outspoien
Ruby. But. after all, did your ances-
tors do anything better than help
make the world: That's what bust
ness is. And now must go, or else
] shall get in a simply awful scrape.
Will YOU think it over?'
eyes. i WILL" said Constantine. "And,
however it is. God bless you. Miss
Ruby
Twelve years passed. Malcolm Con-
staGtine, Junior partner in the great
Pittsburg Iron works. came over to
take Il hard-earned holiday, buy land
in Antrim. and see London.
a dowager countess, who had
crossed in the same boat with him,
undertook to make his stay in town
agreeable to the rich bachelor of 36.
She had seven portionless daughters
only one of whom was married.
On a fine May afternoon Constantine
found himself seated between two OF
these young ladies and their mother
at little tea table in Bond street
pastry cooks. They had been seeing
pictures.
Constantine felt restless. Something
in the coloring of an obscure portrait
he had seen had brought strongly to
his mind the handsome, spirited, red
checked. warn-hearted school girl,
Ruby Merritt.
lie half feared to see Ruby the
woman; she might soil his treasured
image of Ruby the girl.
The voice of the countess, speaking
sharply. startled him out of his reverie.
Really she was saving, zone
doesn't expect such awkwardness in
place like this
Constantine looked round. One Of
the mattresses passing with full tea
pot had been run against by another.
Some drops were spurted on the silk
skirt of the countess.
The young woman had stood still to
make her apology. Constantine sprang
up. ruby. Rubyw he exclaimed, in
LA voice which made every creature
present turn round and stare.
Ut was a little awkward for all par
ties at the moment, and the ever-prac-
tical Ruby informed him afterward
that he really should have waited to
spS"tN w ASl Ill she WIS OIL uuIy.
"My story's quite simple,' she said,
ms he walked by her SIDE "a few
Years ago poor uncle took to speculat-
ing largely. He lost everything. My
little fortune went, too. I did not
think was fit to be a governess. And
did not feel inclined to live on
friends. | was very lucky to get my
present situation-it's an excellent one.
Don't look tragic, please You know
I'm not noble. There's my bus. Aunty
and have nice little lodging out to-
ward Hammersmith. Come and see
US? Yes. of course you cam
September again. Malcolm and
Ruby Constantine stood together on
the turfy headland in front of the
house at Seaview, where they were
spending their honeymoon.
Ruby pointed to a spot upon the
| shore
There's where YOU saved my life.""
Constantine pointed further.
"See that little house? There's
where you created London
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