The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-09-30

days on rather a formal footing. We di
each other little services, and got politely
out of each others way in cur small
quarters. Molly tried very hard to be
cheerful; talked to me of her brother
and his wife. who lived on an orange
plantation IN Florida.
Not that Dick makes much mone.s
with his oranges; his plantation is one
of the family jokes, y she said with the
dimple | learned to,wateh torso anxious
ly showing moment in her cheek.
Their parents had been dead for some
years The father had been in the dip
lomatc service, and the children had
lived in VARIOUS foreign countries and
spoke half a dozen languages. she talk
ed frankly of every thing but the. sorrow
that had Left such pathetic shadow in
her gray eyes=a look that often made me
long TO say to her: IF you don't give
way and have a good cry your heart will
break and soz Will miner All old maids
| have a turned down leaf in their lives. l
have wicked suspicion that when they
have not the genuine article they invent
one! never speak of mine; / am not a
confiding person, but the memory of IT
made my heart very tender to this poo-
| child, who was so young and in such
| trouble.
Meanwhile did not forget to watch my
! knight Of the Rueful Countenance. If
melancholy was pose with him he
! acted the part well. He seldom spoke t.
! any one. At first I wondered, If he -cou!1
! be dumb until 1 heard him once say to a
steward, Cafe noir!" 1t struck me at
| the time what an appropriate order it
| was. L could not imagine his wanting
| anything that was not black. His clothes
! were black, his hair was black and his
mcurnful eyes looked out on sea and
SKY as if they, too, seemed black to him
/ He walked the deck a great deal. and
smoked long, thin Austrian cigars
heard all there was to hear about him
from good woman, whom 1 christened
! The Daily News" a mild witticisn1.
| which had provoked one of MolIy's rirn
smiles, and of which was, therefore. in
ordinately proud. The melancholy stran-
! ger was the Hungarian pianist, Egon
| haiocza, who had given a series of
brilliant recitals during the last winter
J IN America. ] knew his name well, but
| having celebrated my American visit BIZ
succession of colds, I had never heard
him play
They say he is always like that ex-
cept when he is at the piano. went on
my informant, never smiles. and rarely
speaks, and can never be induced to ac-
| cept any invitation, though everybody
raves about him. What chance to get
wish my French wasn't so rusty. I sit
quite near him at table, and the first day
| out | leaned across that disagreeable
woman from Boston, and said: 'Jadmire
Yotre joue beaucoup. He only bowed
without a word and looked most peculiar,
and the doctor laughed which I call ex-
trenlely rude. [ have not been able to
think Of anything else to say in French,
and perhaps he does not spea-- it very
we'll himself. It's so awkward when
people know no English"
l suppose looked ''most peculiar" too
! for she seemed rather offended though
| she was too good-na tured to bear malice
long, and We continued to enjoy her
daily budgets of ships news and gossip
The fourth day out she came to US aft
er breakfast in great excitement
Just Think a poor create in the
steerage died suddenly last night Of heart
disease-a Hungarian and his young wife
is nearly crazy-just sits moaning, and
won't eat or let any one speak to her.
Not that any one can, because nobody
knows Hungarian. Do you think you
could ask Kalocza to try. as she is a
countrywoman of his? l would, but my
French Is SO rusty and felt so snubbcd
that And nobody knows what
the poor thing is going to do or where
she belongs.
She stopped breathless, l was hest
taung about accosting the musician,
whose manner did not invite advances,
and yet not liking to refuse, when Molly
touched my arm.
Gould / be of any use, Miss Brown?
] know little Hungarian; we We're near
~ year in Budapest with father
OF course, you pelyglot child, if you do