The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-28

lngly, while Margaret-ah! to Margaret Pnu
Canuther's coming has always meant glad
ness
Margaret does not see that it is Daisy to
whom Phil looks as he seats himself.
Daisy herself does not see it. She is Won
dering what he will say about Tom.
| How delightfully."- cool you all look in
here" says Phil, laying his hat and stick
! upon a small chair before him, and survey
| ing the group with a smile upon his hand
some, sunburnt face, and in the depths Of
his keen blue eyes Miss Margaret ever
acknowledgements is seated at the table
'and Miss Page. I hope you have quite re-
| chvered?" he adds, turning to Daisy.
i "Recovered!' exclaims her mother From
what?"
ooh, had headache when I met Mr..
| Carruthers at the Dymonds' mamma, that's
ALL explains Daisy, rather confusedly. Yes,
it is quite gone now, thanks" she adds. to
! Toms brother, with grateful remembrance
! of his care.
"You were in very low spirits the other
night" he murmurs to her under his breath,
! as he helps himself from a pyramid Of straw
berries that stands temptingly between
| them
81 was very stupid altogether the other
| night" assents Daisy.
Were you? You managed to entertain
a good many people nevertheless, he re
marks, smiling. st went home and found
myself humming your 'Serenade in theEsi
lent watches of the night"
II shall begin to suspect some romance
connected with that particular piece Of music
II hear any more about it, Mr.. CarrutherS,
"Romance!" returns Phil dreamily 'I
don't think can own to any romance in my
life. On the contrary, it has been all rather
/ too matter-of-fact and commonplace. But
| you, he adds, turning and looking at Daisy
with rather searching smile, "one would
almost think you had had to do with some
| thing of the sort"
'tI! she exclaims with guilty start and a
sudden burning blush. "a romance in my
llfei What mean? =
Daisy, your teal" exclaims Margaret, in
a cold but warning voice.
Daisy's tea has just been placed on the
| tiny table in dangerous proximity to her
elbow, and even as Miss Ponsonby speaks, a
careless movement of her cousins arm dis
places the dainty cup and saucer, and
creamy torrent is suddenly emptied upon
the frills and laces of Daisy's muslin frock
81 say!" cries Phil, springing up.
,"Oh, dear, what a bother!" exclaims little
Miss Page at the same moment, but though
she looks ruefully at the stream, she is al
most relieved by the accident, whilst Mar
garet, who has been watching her and hand
some Phil with half-closed, suddenly suspi-
cious eyes, takes advantage of it to leave her
table and seat herself beside them. She
j does not fear Daisy. for she is convinced in
her own heart, with curious blind faulty,
that Phil Garruthers loves only herself, but
still she grudgeS every moment of the time
that he bestoWs upon any other girl; and
sh. is aware that, in spite of her pallor and
the unSatisfied yearning in her eyes, Daisy
|
of Mr.. Carruthers entry, more attrac-
| tive.
! Fhil goes down upon his knees on the car
pet and carefully absorbs the tea from the
pretty white muslin with his handkerchief.
There is a sort of tenderness in the way
that he touches it, and Mrs. Page is sudden
| ly reminded of Tom, and wonders if this
young man will succumb to her daughters
attractions as quickly and thoroughly as
that ridiculous boy who causes her an occa-
SIGNAL thrill of uneasy dread even now.
81 don't think there's any need to make
much fuss about it, Daisy exclaims Mar
garet, after moment two, during which
the sight Of PhiPs attention has not been
pleasant to her Il don't fancy there is
much harm DONE"
| Daisy is such careless child signs Mrs
Page, indulgently, however.
mo harm at ALL agrees Phil, rising re-
luctantly. You see the charm of my CONVEX
sation is apt to render the listener oblivious
of any other subject object, Miss Pom
sonby. l accusing Miss Page of lean
| ing towards romance when the upset &C.
cured
"a leaning towards Irritation, perhaps"
says Margaret, laughing.
Margaret!' exclaims Daisy, too astonish-
ed and indignant to attempt to treat this
yelled accusation lightly.
well, then to put it politely. as Mr.. Car
ruthers does, I think you do imagine your
self occasionally victim of romance-a sort
of Lydia Languish," responds Margaret,
still laughing.
| BILE her head about romance yet my dear
Margaret" says Mrs. Page, chillingly.
Pooh, aunt, nearly every girl has had
| love affair, or, at least, an admirer, by the
| time she is 49,, answers Margaret, who
knows we'll enough that Mrs. Page is pleas
| ed at Mr. Carruther's visit, but uneasy at
| this moment, and who does not object to
give her a little fright. Daisy takes things