The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-07

might be, as she often was likened to a
rose, then Decima-who was tall and slim,
with clear pale skin, and a golden head set
proudly her long white mcknight be
described as of the lily type
There a distinction about her that
always evoked Who is she?' and tonight,
When excitement, or something else, had
MADE pale rose burn in her creamy cheeks,
and her deep-grey eyes sparkle like dia-
mords, she was beautiful enough to attract
universal attention
her companion was John Fanshawe, a tall
Droad-shouldered man of 80, the only son of
Sir John Fanshawe, and it needed no very
Keen observation to see that either he loved
ms sisters friend, or was having a desperate
irritation with her.
Which was it?
Dec1ma herself was not sure
der heart told her that, as he was the one
man in the world for her, so she was the one
qestlned for him, and that all his heart was
hers.
Only-well, certainly his cousin Harriet
1amm, did not think so, and certainly he
pa1d her a good deal of attention and most
aSsuredly She would be a better match for
MIN with all her money, than one of stock
brokers' three daughters
,Wnetner he deserved it or not he had the
reputation Of being a f1irt, too, and altogether
Declma was very much on her guard with
hlm
Painfully so sometimes and not QUITE skill
fully.
At the present moment, for instance
Iney mad paused in their walk near play
ing fountain, and the silence that only lovers,
or those who know we'll how to play at love-
can understand, had fallen on them
The man who really loved must inevitably
nave declared himself at such time, and
under such circumstances. Those who were
only amusing themselves would have pro-
longed such an exquisite moment to it's ut
most limits.
Yet Decima Strengthened herself up ask
ing:
rs not that the music?" and her manner
was abrupt and out of keeping
you are anxious to go back to the ball
room?'
That fountain certainly plays very pref
thy but don't want to lose the next waltz"
she returned, lightly, almost f1ippantly
Guess who am to dance with? The Hun
gar1an violinist with the long hair; he who
played so splendidly last night. They say he
dances as well he plays"
And no doubt talks poetry as well as he
dances, Manshawe returned, promptly and
coldly. I'VE will go back by this short cut.
I would not deprive you of a single compli-
ment for the world"
Though Decima was aware she had little
oVeracted her part, she didn't trouble about
They were to be at Mentone for three whole
long delicious weeks, and there was plenty of
time for-for anything, everything.
And the smiles she turned on the attentive
violinist were very radiant; while those she
bestowed on him when she was passing John
Fanshawe, and felt his eyes on her, were full
Of coQuetry.
Meanwhile, the third and eldest of the
three Russell girls, Mary, was having a quiet
evening at home
Home" was a large house in one of the
largest of the West Kensington squares, and
there were evidences of wealth in it's every
appointment.
Its luxury reached a climax in the room
in which Mary was sitting-a room with bare
boards, high wooden ceiling, oak-p anelled
walls, and without a scrap of drapery but
the thin muslin curtains that screened the
long windows.
In one glance a musician would have
understood the absence of the sound Inter
fering paraphernalia, and would have envied
the who could afford to build such a
mushroom to his house; with such in
struIrents in it, too.
Music John Russells chief hobby and
he had INDUCED himself as we'll as his three
talented daughters, when he had had this
addition made to his house.
| Mary was seated at a small cottage Diand
that stood in corner.
between her and Decima, and it was possibly
the responsibilities the early death of her
mother had forced on her that had made her
look more than her % years
! She had had sad love affair too
| At 10 she had become engaged to q very
promising young composer, David Harley
and they were beginning to talk of fixing the
wedding day. when typhoid fever took him
| from her.
She had borne the loss with the nnoo,n-
promising assignment that was part of har
nature, and had found some consolation in
doing he best to mother her two youne- sis
tiers, but the episode had left it's mark on
her, and aged her beyond her years
Except for the family likeness most sis+ar,
bear to each other she was not at all like
either Decima Rose, but she was yood