The Saint Paul globe., 1899-02-12

QuIle WORN out by your reSlInenldl uulleS
You may have my chair" and she sprang up
mischief in her eyes, for she was always ac-
cus1ng him of having nothing to do.
Little you know of the hardships of a
soldiers life, Miss Irwin he said, dramati-
cally. While you were sleeping on your pill
lows, [ was on parade"
Then you really must have my chair" Do,
do. ! pray you; sit down before you faint"
she mplored.
No. no; want your chair for old General
ferguson, whom L see just coming. I'll have
good Indian gossip with him." put in Mrs.
Harding, laughing You young people can
go for a walk
Come, we have our marching orders. Best
foot forward" commanded Lord Fanshawe.
II don't think 1 want to walk this morning.
Ihere is place by the Youngs, said Sheila,
looking across at some acquaintances who
had secured chairs.
Never mind the Youngs, come with me
just for a little WHILE" he urged "Ah be
kind to me-Sheila." The last word came out
after a little hesitation, and it sounded
strangely sweet in the girls ears
Very well, just for a little while" she said.
And So side by side, they paced along in
the pleasant sunshine, while Mrs. Harding
looked after them, we'll pleased at heart.
'Sheila, why did you not stay for our last
waltz at Lady Carew's?" he demanded. L
had been looking forward to it all the
Ievening."
81 was tired; you must not forget that I
am only a country girl accustomed to going
to bed with the birds" she said, gaiy fitting
her sunshade in his direction.
ALLOW me to remark that the sun comes in
exactly the opposite direction, Miss Irwin,
and, although you have a very fetching par
aSol, prefer your countenance."
Aunt Agnes is always impressng upon me
that | must take care of my complexion
said Sheila, demurely "and pointing to
Edith'S freckleS awful warning"
'Hullo! there is Miss Harding! and where
on earth did she get hold of that magnificent
buccaneer she has with her? If it were not
for his fearfully and wonderfully made
hp 1nOk iI1ct icJ,
pirate said Lord Fanshawe, in a tone Of
wonder.
Sheia turned her head sharply, and then
gave little cry CT something between sur
prise and dismay.
why, it is Roddyl What can have brought
him over here? Oh surely my father must be
who is 'Roddy?'" said Lord Fanshawe, a
sudden note of jealousy in his voice
But Shea did not heed him; she was al
most running to meet Roderic, her face full
OF questioning.
oh, Roddy, Roddy. is he i'll? Does he want
me?' she cried, for all her life she had
nourished a secret hope that some day Mr..
irwin might find he wanted the daughter who
had so often found herself unwanted.
"Ill-Who? Your father? No no. I have
come to see you, Sheila," said the young
man. holding her hands hard in his own and
looking at the lovely face with hungry doubt
ing eyes.
"Oh, is that all?" said the girl, drawing a
long breath, whether of relief or disappoint-
ment she herself could hardly have told.
Mr.. Joyce called at our house. and so 1
brought him on here" explained Edith II
daresay you and he have a lot to talk about,
so Lord Fanshawe and L will put up with
each other for a time"
will you not introduce me- Miss Irwin %
said Lord Fanshawe, as if determined to take
the measure of this man, of whom she had
spoken so familarly; and the two bowed
formally, their eyes meeting challengingly
"A handsome fellow, but a perfect iout,"
thought one.
"Good-looking enough, but nothing but a
fine London dandy, concluded the other;
and neither was just to his rival.
rs he not splendid?' said Edith, quite en-
luctantly behind with her Il can under
stand woman falling in love with a man
like that
DO you mean to infer that your cousin
is in love with him, them" asked the other
in voice that he in vain tried to render in
different.
L do not know-probably not. The average
woman is fool taken in by the veriest tin
sell but this Irish Spaniard is undoubtedly in
love with her. 1 happened to be Just coming
in from bicycle ride as he was asking for
her, and 1T went to my heart to see how his
face fell When Simmonds said Not at home
in his most nOn-commttal tone so | took
compassion on him, and brought him here
Most merciful of you to be sure. Miss
Harding" said he, dryly. May one INQUIRE
whether it is only Irish aborigines who NAV
hope to share your pity and aid?'
Perhaps they need it more" said Edith
coolly. You town bred and reared men have
hardly hearts to suffer. You feel everythine
through your vanity, and if woman whom
say No. you would only think it bad form,
to show you felt it. Now 1 am s1Ira nv,
pretty cousins admirer would take it so 10
heart that he would be inclined to shoot +ha
woman first, and then HIMSELF
Very aboriginal, truly and showing y ,a,,-
tie ana unSelf1Sh frame of mind coYnD,ep+o3