The Saint Paul globe., 1899-02-12
the fourth and last letter. an unimportant

the fourth and last letter., an unimp mportan
ione.
AS he finished it's perusal, a dainty pocket
handkerchief 1oated towards him along th
Geek, carried by the soft southern breeze, ant
came to anchor at his feet.
He picked it up.
Looking around for its owner, his eye:
rested on flushed face bearing down on hin
from another part of the boat
He had time to observe that the face wa;
slightly freckled, but none the less charming
on that account, for nose and mouth Wer'
refined, the chin indicative Of frmness, th'
eyes darkly blue, and the hair an auburn
mass of delight
1t was scarcely fair to call it auburn, bu
its gold and its brown were too rich to b'
mere gold or mere brown.
She was close to him. smiling and rosy
when he had noted this much.
Her hand was held out for her property
which he promptly restored.
Her quiet thanks were uttered in a voice h
thought he would like to hear more of; a soft
lazy voice. contrasting marvelously with tn
vlvacious Gallo tones which had greeted hi
ears for the last few weeks.
He wondered how he could contrive to oper
a conversation with this vision Of brightness
But, even as he wondered, he felt he mus
part with her.
She was already turning to retrace her STEP
to her former resting place.
AT that moment, however, she was ad.
dressed by a lady, whose approach Murray haG
failed to remark; a tall lady, of unprepossess
ng ocuntenance, and unpleasant voice
| How careless of you, Miss Morton! Yol
might have lost it altogether. Perhaps, afte
this, you will be careful to use handkerchief:
of quality more in accordance with you
postion"
The expression of the girls face changed
and her soft voice took a hard tone as shs
replied
Il fail to see why my position as your com
panion should disqualify me for using decen
handkerchiefs. Lady Hawkesley."
| Ind1 Lox
Murray saw his chance, and Immediately
availed himself of it.
Have I really the pleasure of addressing
Lady Hawkesley? My aunt. Mrs Treleaven
troduce myself? You may have heard my
name. I am Clement Murray
THE good boy? And what of Tom Tire
leaven, the bad boy?"
Lady Hawkesley allowed her lips to smile
a little she asked the question
ooh, Tom is all right! He has turned ovel
fresh leaf, and has set to work like a man
Do you know him?"
Eyes. He is the handsomest and altogether
most delightful creature I know just at pres
ent. I hope work won't spoil him. Miss Nor
| ton, will sit here awhile; I want to tall
to Tom Treleaven's cousin
| The talk lasted until they began to near the
Dover cliffs.
| Murray had tried to include Miss Mortor
in it, but Lady Hawkesley put stop to that
and the snubbed companion took refuge in
Clements recent occupation-the reading Of
letters she drew from her pocket.
| Perhaps she listened to the conversation;
there was, at least, nothing to prevent hel
doing that
| Clement certainly thought she turned he1
face half-an-inch in his direction as he tolC
Lady Hawkesey how his cousin had returned
twenty-five pounds be had borrowed only q
few weeks previous.
The mention of money made the speaker
remember his own letters, which he ha6
thrown. ci
| There had been plenty of space right anC
left of him; for his only near companion
the unsociable Englishman-had soon dis
appeared, with his paper, to another part OF
the boat
When Lady Hawkesley had seated herself
she had moticned Clement to position or
her right hand, Miss Morton being on hel
! left
This placed the companion within half-a-
yard of Mr.. Murray'S forgotten letters, anC
the sight Of them may have suggested to hel
the idea of reading, or re-reading, her own.
On remembering them, Clement moved tt
recover his neglected correspondence.
There were the two chatty letters, the un
important one, and Tom Treleavens rig
narole, written under the influence of hi
new resolve to work and to save money.
But where was the envelope containing the
bank notes?
Clement looked around along the deck
under the seat and, finally, at the little pile
of letters on Miss Morton's lap.
do you happen to have caught up one o.
my letters by mistaken he asked.
! Miss Morton looked through her pile, an6
shook her head
mo, these all belong to me. Have YOU
lost one?
Yes
AS he spoke, he caught sight of an envelope
resembling in make and shape the one he
had lost. The amount Of address visible
looked moreover very familiar.
He would have sworn anywhere to the
"Calais, France" having been in Tom Ire.