The Irish standard., 1901-11-30
The Trouble on the Torolito.
By FRANCIS LYNDE.
scepyrish.. In. ), Er.nci. Lynd..,
By FRANCIS LYNDH.

door to greet us, / went over to the
enemy, horse, foot and dragons.
had pictured her as young woman
of the attitudes. schooled in the in
nocent little nan-entangling arts Of
the girl-graduate; a woman of the
broader world only by courtesy of o
hieh-school diploma. a young person
~ho would be careful to make the
distinction in pronouncing "rise" the
verb, and "rise" the noun. perhaps,
w:.h cheerful disregard for the
wcirhtier solecisms. So ran the pre-
conception, and when she came out
TO us the revulsion was sharp enough
% be painful. More beautiful women
Than !Yinifrcd sa.!',orn there have
hecn, doubtless. but never another
moro irstcr. a1,onuslv lcva',le. She
was of the chastcncd Puritan type,
with 4 personality of grace rather
:han of strength; young woman
with a face and figure which might
have been a replica in flesh and
Mood OF the ca!n,-:Tea maiden in the
pictured idyl Of Priscilla ard John
Alden. Ccntlcness, AID high hfecd-
n". and an iIaalized standard Of
purity were hers by right Of birth,
one would say. since The witness of
them was written large in every line
of the sweet Face AID in the I'M
ashamed gaze nj the stead 'ast eyes.
! remembered the unworthy sus-
nicon which Macpherson had refused
l.> Lot 4 ~
slant and ample pcnance for it's har-
boring. Whatever might prove to be
the windings of the labyrinth in
which she seemed TO be involved with
Wykump, this Eoncst-eycd young
woman must lie held blamcless in
thought, word and deed.
She madc nc welcome as Macpher-
sons friend with Il touch of gentle
courtesy which carricI me swiftly
back to Il time and place where the
strenuous tra"ailspirit of the egois-
tic west was not.
1--WE are not quite strangers, are
we, Mr.. llalcott?" she said, giving
me her hard in unaffected sincerity.
"Mr. Macpherson has told me much
a1npt vo". hope the Torolto is
helping you"
THANK you: it is, in way-tem-
porarily, at least. But one would
need to be very exacting invalid
not to be helped by the Torolito."
''l'm glad you like it," she re-
joined, i'll an upf1ash of gentle en-
tlusiasm. "Whcn I was a newcomer
[ used to lie awake nights listening
to the thunder of the river in the up
per canyon, aud longing to be up and
out with the solemn mountains and
the stream and the soft darkness. 1t
was the Happy valley of Rasselas
over again; but they're going to spoil
it for us now"
"The land company, you mean?''
ea silly to the threatened metamor-
phosis. At the end of it, said: "If
I were rich enough I should be
tempted to try to buy them off. It's a
thousand pities to graft truck
farm upon such II shapely stock of
natures growing"
"Isn't it?" she said.
Macpherson was growing FESTIVE.
"Don't you want to go inside and lie
down on one of the benches. Hal
colt? It'll rest you for the ride back.
You're looking bit tagged"
l smiled at his clumsy attempt to
dispose of me. and glanced ut Miss
Sanborn. She was evidently bracing
herself for something trying but in
cvitable.
eff get down shall never get up
again." saidI. "Now that we're this
near, I'm going to ride on to the end
OF the valley. Put me on the horse,
Angus, and wait for me; I'll pick you
up as | cone hack"
Tic did it, with palpable gratitude;
and SO I rode on and left them.
Fifteen minutes later I repassed
tic schonlhouse; and. not to mar
their lcave-takines, waved my hand
to them and rode on down the val
ley. Macpherson overlook me in the
second half-mile, and the gloom in
his face was absolutely portentous.
7 charged it to my inconsiderate
haste, and made instant amends.
go along back to her, if you want
to; told you I could find the way
home alone"
For five full minutes he did not re-
ply. Then the words came tumult.
| wise.
''rhat's the hea.t-brcaling pity OF
| it, Jack; can never go back to her
Do you Observation-Disclosures. Tor
heavens sake, bear with me if you
can. old man; shall go mad If
don't talk about it. She says it's all
over between us; that we mustn't
meet again; that il I'm obstinate
as I promised to lie. she'll go as she
came. Aud she wouldn't tell me why
God in Heaven! what have I done?'
"It's nothing you've done or Left
undone. Cant you see?-it's Wy
kamp."
| Macpherson consigned the engineer
to place from which the theolo
gians assure us there is no escape.
Chats all right; his Creator ma.
send him there, but you're under
| beds rot to-"
The double quartette of pounding
hcofs Eeat OF. another mile o
si,,rcc, and then he hrc!:e out again
Damn it ell. man, Why don't yo,
say something's"
"I've been trying to think of some
thing worth saying. Let's begin a
the beginning. Here is very riddl
of a p,uStorv with o,,1v f1yo noop1