The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-01-29

Tor some reason I could not have explained
my eyes filled with tears
L cont know that quite expect such love
10 ccme to me- I said "but 1 do know that
shaH never marry without it,
Harold looked at me keenly for a moment.
and then said, more gently
come, Moll1e, dear, don't get angry with
lne-perhaps you are rather young yet to re-
alizt mat all those pretty fancies only
1ancles, and will never help anyone to make
tne1r way in the world; but, you know, dear,
When disagreeabe truth has to be faced it
is best to face it boldly
'Perhaps-when you are convinced that it
is the TRUTH I remarked.
well, We will waive that question for the
time. said Harold. 81 have ne doubt you wild
see l. in its proper light before long But d
must be Off now, so will finish our talk
another time; only, just tell me first-I sup
pose there's no one else? I mean, you haven't
been getting yourself entangled with any
other fellow, I hope?"
| L flushed, holly, and my Indignation rose
afresh.
II you mean to inquire whether I am al
ready engaged I said, loftily ct must tell
you that 1 am not; but that will not, in the
least affect my decision in regard to you
Its the first time I ever saw you put on
the airs of grande dame, little Mollie and
you've no idea how we'll they suit you We'll
good-bye-I foresee that things will come
right YET
CHAPTER III
had expressed it, and were as far from II . 9
ever When at last the day arrived that T
ilau oeen looking forward to for weeks ma ST
namely, that of my first visit to the
Academy.
Wy ENJOYMENT of the pictures was not a.
IL, ~ less IMAM L anticipated, the only draw
oach' 10 IL being that Aunt Lucy had a ten
dency to drag me away at the precise mo-
nieht When L was beginning to see and feel
al the suggested beauties of any sneciaI
| fovorite. pe'.'
Let me see" said Cousin Helen. presently.
o 49, ae We were INDUCING in little rest on
one OF the comfortable lounges: cit is in this
room that we must look for the picture nv
ne new RA--there is a good deal of talk
ABOUT 1t, because the man is a bit of a rnvs-
tefy; they say the picture is very clever bnt
'n7 supJect IS rather strange Oh, this is it,
~consullng her catalogue" One Winter
Lay, by B. F. A Come it is at the Other
end of the ROOM " e
We all three got I'D to go and insneo+ +ba
picture in question ''e
Al the first glance I started. rubbed NV
eyes tremendously, stared again. and finaIly
$1,000 dumb and rigid With astonishment
Inc picture was a fairly large one sho1vino,
grey winter sky, and a portion of snow
covered country road, with the corner of a
garden, and steps leading up to a house door
IN the entrance stood a man-tall, brown
pearaea' ana handsome, but very poorly and
shabbily dressed ''iiO
His right hand was held by a girl who woe
binding up one OF his fingers with a niece If
linen. pieoe VI
Inc girl was myself, and the Intermediates
| to say who he was ''
Inc likeness was perfect one and could
not fail to be recognized
| My own face much to nv ra1ief Voc
tureC so much in profile that ver1, 1it+1a ~
| was visible, excepting a creamy oya1
cheek ana a small pink ear but the rest of
Inc, inquire was most faithfully reproduced
oark serge skirt, scarlet blouse, and all
w nat can it mean?" 1 asked myself. in
IA Wplrl OF wonder and bewilderment and
then a sense of triumphant pride and s1ad.
ness oVefcame even my establishment
| L was right, after ALL" I murmured at
knew that he was somebody Of course. he
painted thls h1mself-no one else could for
10 one witnessed the scene but ourselves.
but. all the same. what does it o., 7
queried again.
/ Then, as [ gazed once more at the hand
| cme bronzed face of the man in the picture
nd the grave dark eyes that were fixed on
the girls downcast face a warm flush rose
to my cheeks.
Could it be message to me?9 si1an+
testimony of remembrance and gratitude
exhibited there, in the hope that MIGHT
see and understand?
Inc ldea OF such possibility was some
how, very sweet and plunged me. for q
moment. into vague delicious dream.
4 Then | suddenly became aware that Aunt
Lucy was tugging at my arm and speaking
IN a loud, excited voce in my ear and a
brill of horror ran through me at her words
Look. Mollie, look!-that man in the pc-
IRE. Don't you see?-its the man that stole
my jewels!"
i 1t was useless to protest; my Indignation
representations had the effect of adding to
aI1nt'S tbot -