The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-21

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mustn't think he is an habitual drunkard."
J.. L understand perfectly; he's been out with
fr1end-feilows poster you to have drink,
ana get quite huffy if you refuse-I know
what 1t is myself. Sometimes man gets into
the habit OF drinking. too, for want of con-
geniai companforiship. Altered eircuni-
stances cause him to be neglected, perhaps
dropped, by his old OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES of
FORMER more prosperous days, I'll call in and
have smoke with him some day, if you'll
allow me, and take him out a bit. If he cares
fo- pictures, he might come round and potter
about my studio when he hasn't anything
better to do
No; l am sorry to say he has nothing to
do. and does nothing but hang about bars
and-and drink. That is the truth. I tell
/ you because see you understand and sym
pathize The habit of intemperance is grow
| ing upon him steadily; he used not to be ad-
dicted to it. think. as you say, that he feels
the want of .congenial companionship-the
companionship of educated and cultured men
-gentlemer-for though, perhaps, you
wouldn't believe 1t, he was a gentleman
once himself"
Il knew it, I saw it directly, in spite of his
his condition, and 1 think that was what
decided me to escort him to his own door. He
spoke of daughter waiting up for him. and
L did not like the idea of a gentlewoman
watching through the night and at length
when he did get home, seeing him in such a
state. You must not let yourself be dis
couraged; we will cure him of this habit. In
there was only someone to pull them up in
time. Anyhow, we can but try. You will let
me help you, won't you?
Il feel so sorry for you. No, don't thank
me- and-don't cry, please. I'm so grateful
to you for giving me permission to call again,
bul I won't keep you up any longer now.
| Goodnight. Don't trouble to come down, I
can find my way"
ooh, but I must come anyhow, to fasten
the front door after you," replied the girl,
II a i'm Ilph hoT nd
taking the candle she once more peceded him
i down the narrow, creaking stairs.
In the dim dingy passage they came to a
standstfl
1lluHined her face-a worn white face that
looked all the whittier by contrast with the
heavy dark hair and the great dark eyes that
were so ineXpressably mournful.
In the lodging house no one admired her.
/ The men who met her on the stairs in
stinctively recognized in her the gentlewom-
al, and stepped aside with respect to let her
pass. but they saw no beauty in her pale thin
cheeks and sad unsmiling looks.
They spoke of her that ghost of a GIRL
Only an artist would have discovered the
grand possibilities of such face as hers7-to
be realized under certain conditions such as
: freedom from care and trouble a pure and
: healthy atmosphere and suficiency of well
Il cooked food.( Z es-1 ss,4a a'->f-esi. .e1i f.
! But Maurice TreVlyn was an artist, and he
sighed as he realized the lovely creature ma
ture INTENDED her to De- that she might even
yet be, for she was still so young, and it was
surely not too late if someone were to rescue
her from this existence that was acting like
blight upon her beauty.
II would give sonnet hing," said Trevlyn to
himself, as he held her hand in his and looked
down into the sweet, pathetic face, ''te see
those mournful eyes light up with happiness
with love- perhaps-and teach those droop-
ing lips how TO SMILE
"Good-night," she said, softly. You forget
that your friend is outside 1t is very poor
treatment on my part to keep him at the
door in return for his kindness, and it is late
You will thank him for me, won't you?"
Il will, and 1 shall give your father a
call tomorrow about O'Clock Goodnight.
Miss
My name is Rose Iago"
Rose 1ago!" he repeated, as the door
closed upon him and he rejoined his friend;
) that name sounds familiar to me, somehow
Where can I have heard it before?"
CHAPTER ".
Father and Daughter
what was the name of that fellow who
brought me home last night-somebody did
bring me home, l believe, or did l dream
it?' asked Mat Iago as he looking very