The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-03-26

felt pitifully over this miserable exile.
mo, L do not want to see any conJurlng
tricks but here is sixpence, and, if you Will
come up to the house 1 will give you some
thing to eat she said, kindly. You must
feel very miserable over here in such weather
as we have been having"
Your slave is a poor man, and he must go
where Destiny permits him. said the man, in
an eXpreSSlonleSS manner. Your honor will
see how even the dogs of the mighty spurn
him'-for here Tauro had begun to growl
again.
Never mind, 1 will shut him up You need
not be afraid of him. said Cora, and greatly
against that animals wishes, she dragged him
to the dining room, and locked him in where
he kept up dismal bowling
When she returned to the conjurer he was
still standing in the porch with that air of
imperturbable waiting that only an Asiatic
assume.
For all his thinness and wretchedness. she
noticed that his features were good and in
telllgent and his deep-set eyes were like Goals
of fire.
Hannah was a good deal scandalized at the
idea OF giving to beggar, and particularly
to heather black, she put it. but at
length Cora coaxed plateful Of food out of
her and brought it to the man.
our slave is your debtor through the
ages, ne said, bowling himself to her feet,
and he tied the food up in a corner of the
handkerchief he carried
Are you not hungry? Will you not eat
something now?" urged Cora, but he shook
his head
1T is not our custom to eat except at GER
tam tunes, and after due prayers" he an
swered, with a touch of loftiness, and, with
another loWly bow, he turned and walked
away down the garden path and out into the
road, Cora watching him, almost sorry that
he was gone.
Talking to him would have helped to pass
the day.
If she could have seen the conjuror when
he was about three hundred PAGES from the
bungalow, she would have been surprised,
ana, perhaps, alarmed, for both the food and
the money she had given him were thrown
dlsdalnfuily into brook that ran by the
side of the road, and he spat on the ground
with an expression of the greatest contempt
and lOathing.
May dogs defile the graves of the I'M
believers! Surely it shall be counted not unto
me for righteousness that I, a high priest in
the third degree polluted myself by accepting
aims OF them!' he said, iercely; and then he
taved his hands and face in the brook, as if
to rid himself of the contag on
Cora ate a. little lunch, but felt very dis
consulate without Douglas cheerful face op-
poslte her, and afterwards tried to read a lit
tie but the day had grown dark and heavy.
and she felt as though she could settle to
nothing.
+ She was quite willing to agree to Hannah's
proposal that, as there would be only tea
instead of dinner to serve that night, she
might as we'll be going to her sisters
Jane could stay and help her get that; So
accordingly about o'clock, Hannah, re-
out for Mattingley.
Little Jane seemed overwhelmed with the
honor OF being allowed to aid the young
LADY to get tea and make toast, and the
slice of one of Hannah's rich cakes with
which she was presented would have made
that sage housekeeper wonder What in the
world gals would expect neXt?" Hannah hav-
ing a fixed idea that it was good for the
young to be represSed and Snubbed on every
possible occasion.
Tea came to an end in due course and then
Jane also departed, Cora standing at the
door to watch her off but not feeling at all
nervous at being left alone.
1t not for long after ALL Hannah was
to be in by ten, and, after that, it would seem
no time until Douglas was home again, and
had she not Tauro?
1t cine on dark early that night and Cora
had hardly lighted the lamps before there
was a heavy dash of rain against the win
dows, which made her think, with dismay. of
the wet walk poor Douglas would have from
the station.
How very quiet it was here!
II mad never struck her BEFORE when Doug
las was about, and there was the cherry
sound of household preparations from the
back regions.
Except the dash of the rain, there was not
now sound to be heard and Cora began to
think almost regretfully, of the hum of the
London streets, that never quite dies AWAY
even from dark to dawn
1t was about o'clock that Tauro sud
denly raised his head from the rug where he
had been peacefully slumbering, cooked an
alert ear, and gave a low, rurnbling growI :
What is it, good doggie?" said Cora. pat
ting his head Il can't hear anything You
must have been dreaming"
But Tauro got up, and showed such signs
of uneasiness that she finally opened the
front door, thinking he would settle down
peaceably after prowl round.
The rain beat in so sharply that she could
not stay there, and. closing the door, she
went upstairs thinking she would take off
her gown and put on teagown that Douglas