The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1900-12-22
CHAPTER v. y 5.5.
Father and Daughter.

library, with his pretty daughter on his
knee A walnut table stood beside his,
on which, with the magic dizziness that
characterized all the household az
engagements at Give Towers, an ele-
= giant collation. had appeared, immedl-
ately upon the masters arrival. -
But neither the fragrant Mocha,
steaming in the silver urn, nor the dell.
cate slices Of ham and chicken, mao
tempted the travellers appetite. And
~ven thoughtless Fannie noticed the
shadow on her fathers brow, the grave
precccupation of his manner, that all
her childish prattle and loving caresscs
could not remove. l-..'~ ~
For, reserved and dignifed, almost to
sternness, with all the rest Of the world,
Robert Give always unbent to his idol
tied daughter. whose bright beauty
and bewitching grace recalled to nm
90 forcibly the only love of his life-the
wife whom he had worshiped with the
strong, silent, passionate devotion thai
only such natures know.
For ten years Robert Give had been
q widower, and until the fair, sweet
face of Agnes Give smiled down upon
him from the carved oaken frame
above his fireside, still her gentle i'm
nge remained enthrOned within his
heart-that heart whose dark secrets
abe had never sought to read, whose
love she accepted gladly and unques-
4toningly, whose life She had brighten
ed, even as the summer sunbeam
brightens and warns the sur face of the
waters, whose cold, silent depths it can
never hope to reach. 9.
"And so you have turned out a full
dedged young lady, puss? said the
father, tenderly, smoothing the long
brown hair that rippled over Fannie's
shouGers-her mothers own dark,
silken hair. "School books thrown
aside forever, Ell? Nothing more to be
learned by this wise little head? That
diploma is alarming chemistry, bot
any, meteorology. Why, you must be
a regular epitome of science, my pet.
I wonder if you can say the multiplied
4ion table through"
Nov. papa" pouted Fan, "the idea
of your talking that way to me-.
Though was a little stupid about frac-
tons: always got them wrong side
up, until Sybil showed me which num-
Der went on top Size took the first
prize in mathematics, you know. She
Is awful1y clever. The masters used to
say she had a head like mans.
'Ah,e indeed I doubt if this is re-
communication" said Mr.. Give, absent
ly. Awoman with mans head must
be something of a monstrosity."
''Now, papa, / don't mean that, of
1>o,,yco soi1 Fannio in an iOiJrp6
tone II only mean that her head is so
clear. and steady, and thoughtful-not
full Of dressing, and dancing, and f1irt-
dng, like all other girls
Like all other girls, eh?" said Mr..
Olive. laughingly pinching the pretty
cheek. ''And who is this young lady
who seems such an alarming exception
to the rule Of her sex?" L."
why Sybil. Papa, don't you re-
smemherxI wrote you all about my dear
est friend, Sybil Wraye?'
"Sybil!' repeated her father, the
shadow deepening upon his face, as if
the name were musical to him-"Sybi]
Wraye! And pray, my pet, who is this
wonderful Sybil Wraye, who can make
such deep emotions in my little girls
1ight hearth
"Oh, dear! Papa, don't you remem
Der wrote you all about her-a great
long letter, all crisis crossed?"
'I remember the letter, think" an
Swered Mr.. Give, with a half-smile
'but as for the contents, my dear, the
criss-crossing you spoke of made then
60 much Cbaldee to me-" 10
"And you couldn't read it? eex
claimed Fannie, in dismay. "Well
we'll i suppose it don't make much diff
ference, as you can see her tomorrow
for yourself" d E~-....
"Whatw exclaimed the father with &
start. "Is the young lady here?
"Oh, yes, papa. Don't you know,
told you was going to bring her home
with meg But, oh, dear! forgot, you
souldn't read the letter. She is the
dearest. sweetest, loveliest creature;
and between you and me, papa"-Fan
ME nodded her head sagely-"Bertie is
moro than half in love with her III
ready. It's the most delightful thing
that could have happened to me next,
and the rosy lips parted in an arcl
Smile-"next to falling in love myself.
Nonsense, my dearv' said her father
sharply. sDon't let me hear you men.
ton such a ridiculous thing again
you and Herbert are both too young for
too young, to think Of such serious sub
tects as matrimony. He has his way
10 make in the world, his own way tt
"::ake-he must be hampered by no ties
AZ yet" =1 .s#
"Oh, now, dear papa!'' said Fannie
coaxingly, there's that ugly line I hate
80 sec come across your forehead. lie,
me kiss it away. It makes you lool
Just like the picture Of Uncle Basil
Y hanging up stairs.
'sUncle Basil! like your Uncle Basil 2,
was the hoarse reply. What do yol
+ know of him, child ~ rs
Nothing, except that he must have
I been very cross and ugly" laughed
4 Fannie, twining her arm about hcl
fathers neck, and I don't like my
1 precious papa to look like him. S.'sYol
haven't touched your supper. papa, ant
Mrs. Wynis fixed it 50 nicely for you
s .et. me- help you to some Of these mic
B berries; you don't know how delicious
hey are.
h othing to-nig hit my child him
ts.,e,ra t0-nigh = he answered, shortly
inc the bell aud have these thing