Saint Mary's beacon., 1899-12-14

lows reception. He 81 Inst come
in from the frosty IL And vas
standing between the q lars, idly
surveying the throne "a tiled the
rooms.
NO; there are seseE here I've
never met be was ~ k % Miss
Marl6x; for instanc 81 young
lady with dark hair - sas bns eyes,
orer there 81 the eei1sss-.
'0h ] Mildred Arnold il
pretty, isn't she p replied Miss
Marlow, with a touch of condesen-
sion in her voice. Then she led
him across the room and presented
him.
That night a. Denton walked
home he thought to himself that he
had never met anyone quite like
Mildred Arnold. There was Q dis
tinct personality in the pose Of her
head, the wave of her hand, the
bend of Der arm; aud a certain sub
tie suggestion OF herself in things
about her person. Her fan, for in
stance-he would have known it
among Q hundred, though be had
never seen it before; and the rose
that breathed on her bosom seemed
to take its life from hers. Her
voice was clear, full-toned and low,
and her dark eyes reminded him of
deep pools rejecting all the shade
Of the moving heavens.
Ten days later Denton called.
y brought you this said he, un-
folding an American Beauty rose,
because / have an idea that it 10
your favorite flower
How very queer 1t ID my IA
vorite, il. indeed, / have any. for l
am dearly fond of all flowers
Then she took the rose, and, thank.
ing him, laid it against her face.
Two of kind thought Denton.
After that he used 20 think of her
As hss Americas Beau.
They became very good friends
after a time-this man Of society,
and the gentle hammered, book -lov-
ing homebody. Perhaps it was her
literary taste that attracted Dem
ton, for he himself was an author,
and at that period was writing his
Thirst of Tantalus, which after
ward threw society into flutter of
excitement. Perhaps the spiritual
faculties Of the man found fellow
ship in the all-pervading presence
OF the young woman's deep nature.
When spring came, Denton called,
the first bright day, to take her
walking in the country. They
boarded an electric car and alighted
at the father end of pretty little
suburban village.
Before them stretched q smooth,
white road shaded by great, sturdy
trees. On either side Of the high
way, the wild lilscs we're blooming,
and the air was filed with the sub.
tie breath Of spring.
After time they came to q bub.
bling stream winding through q
rocky gorge.
Il used to come down here to fish
and-dream, when / was a boy,
said Denton. taking the path by the
eide of the stream. They walked
on some distance until they came
to . ledge of rock 1t the base of q
towering bowlder, trellised with
budding vines.
what q beautiful spot 7 said
Mildred.
This was one of my favorite
haunts,' said Denton. Many an
afternoon I've dreamed away while
more practical people we're working
and achieving something;' and then,
quickly-'bus Eou don't like prac-
tlcal people, do ron p be added.
That depends Mildred answer.
ed. looking brightly into his ques-
tioning face. There are practical
people and earthly practical people.
These latter cannot endure
Denton's face lighted mp with Q
peculiar interest.
Whom do you call earthly prac-
tical p he asked.
Money lovers Mildred replied,
COR those who seem to have but one
objectin life-money-making. And
for this they subvert al their high
or faculties, misuse their talent,
and die before their time
Then the man who paints . pic
ture or writes . book, and in doing