The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-05-05
SCANNING HOUSE.

I soft member) lay in conscious Cncon-
| seriousness upon the silken knee, complet-
| ing the inuendo of the whole effect. The
| doctor was at a loss to construe Its
| meaning, but as he turned his head he
perceived in the instant divination of a
| first glance the problem challenging him
in living face and form. A girl stood re-
! garding him framed In the bright oblong
! of the door which opened upon space
| of sunshine. The impression came and
went, even as she stepped forward
| Jacomb lost the transient likeness Of tho
| pictured expression.
Il hope" said the young lady, that
| you like my pictures"
The doctor, apologizing for his pres
| ence there, noted that her hair was the
| color of wheat straw, contrasting with
the brown eyes and eyebrows. He
| thought her slight figure too thin for hec
age, which might have been twenty.
mot at ALL she said in answer to his
apologies; II returned Unexpectedly.
Pray do not let me disturb you"
| She left him, and Jacomb after a polite
| delay quilted the house. AS he CROSSED
the fore court Miss Pierrepoint, who was
walking on the terrace that lay below
the windows of the ruined wing, came
| toward him.
DO you sketch? I hope, if you find
| any subjects in the grounds, you Will
sketch there as much as you like" she
said, with a shy friendliness. Have you
seen the outside of the house as well
as the inside?'
Miss Pierrepoint led him from the ter
race (where little Towering plants sprang
in the creVices) into the formal garden
Of fantastic yews leaden statues or
cupids, and rose alleys; patterned set
ting in which the flower beds shone like
jewels.
THE place is beautiful" said the sol
emn young doctor. "But-dont you ma
it lonely?"
"It's not what I call a lonely house.
Houses are so different, you know. Some
have a kind of desolate air. though they
are full of people; but here, though tne
house is empty it never reels unlh3 F6a1
ing Besides" she added, II do not live
alone; 1 have companion. Poor thlng,
she has just lost her mother, SO she mas
gone home for few days"
OF those few days the doctor resolved
to make the most. How easy to estab-
lish himself, sketch book on knee IN
the shade; how natural for MISS TlerTe-
point to pass that way; how fac1le the
transition from a little casual converse
ton to tea in her boudoir, adjoining the
dsused wing, and from tea to an IN
formal dinner in the hall, the door open
to the summer night. And, indeed, SO
high did the doctor, with sober delight,
perceive that he had risen above the
initial footing OF the CASUAL LTdNSlel'
after three or four days.
They were leaning upon the stone balus-
trade of the terrace. The sun had gone
down in a clear radiance behind the
coverts Of the garden; the noise of the
river flowed through the stiffness, as a
current through a quiet lake.
II love this hour sa "a MISS 9 6a91 e
come to it at last-to fear no more the
heat o. the SUM-.
Jacomb, who was no great reader, adj
mired the originality of the sentiment.
II suppose" he said, you often walk
here in the EVENING""
mot when it grows dusk. I am afraid
of the dark III the country. 1t is 80 large
and mysterious and solitary; you can
hear every little noise. and you can see
'What should you seer Is the place
'Yes~by feelings" said the girl I'M
expectedly Sometimes, when you are
alone, feelings come to you, quite sud
What sort of feelings?' The doctors
eye had something Of professional
"Oh, I don't know; am talking nom
sense. Let us go in. But Miss Bonsor-
feelings Miss Pierrepoint added, as
they entered the house. THAT is why
she is so good for me-" ~,
"When Is Miss Bonsor coming nm eD D%GH
u
nv holiday while 1t lasts. .s. ona
The doctor thrilled at the WORDS, all4
then reIapsed into doubt. 1t must be that
she liked d,1 him. d ndd she ge' mean @G more?
They had finished dinner, ana were , stf7
ting at the red shaded table When a mot
flew into the lamp, and dFopfP t3q+e rPUr
Miss Pierrepoint drew pin from ner
dress and transfxed the struggling IN
sect. ofd 1oooynh
ehrnntIv He picked up the moth, killing
it, and tossed it out Of doors: ,-,
ut doesn't hurt them" said the GIRL
like a sulky child. o,, +bin1,
"Wouldn't it hurt you. 90 you 81 S,ll4h'
n he thrust through with a spear?
insects are different" said. she. hnlsh-
ing: , T., ,o.,o,,s sensation is
one of degree, not or klnd' relulh lieu 'N0
~ don't know what you mean" said
Miss Pierrepont. Her scarlet ups po ~
ed there was a spark of anger IN ner
trooubIed ewes. Jacomb felt acutely un"
comfortable, but he would not SPEAK H
Miss Pierrepoint looked up at MIN, sloe-
long and an extraordinary likeness "
her pictured ancestors. ,peered from me-, aeF
changed countenance. She rose and Went
TO the window, and, the doctor, with
conventional word or two TOOK ms ms ieSNT =;
was but the trick of careless schoo1-
girl vet the disquiet remained
That night he dreamed that ne was
standing in her boudolr, sta+ t S HS cd
wing. terror in his heart. He was oelns
hunted. it seemed, for his life by Wn2 ida
or what he knew not The glTIs Volce
cried to him from within, He broke
through the door. which fell about him
in flakes like finder. The rooms were
lower and darker Che vaguely felt) thaHH
he remembered them. and crammea "
the ceiling with lumber old furnlture
1nustv straw and packing cases, through
which he must force his way, the puT-
suers hot upon his heels. With incredlpIe
wrestlings he came into the ro9 inrr maer9
was the earth bank Lillian PlerI tsI, iI1
! stood there; he cried her name ana cnTlll-
ed at his daring; he would have had her
in his arms. but that the feet ana nut
terings Of those who hunted tneIh Vs. NJ
hurrying up the broken stair. The
| dreamer awoke to an exquisite refer.
Morning brought a new mind, the glit
of the new day; and the doctor, stroIlng
! Miss Pierrepoint walking in front OF
! him, her scarlet parasol spot or Ire
| in the sunny prospect. She stopped 10
! a little boy who was playing IN the uuSl'
and the child ran screaming TO ms noun
! err who stood in her doorway; Beyond
| q touch of vague disappointment (Jacomb
| expected this lady to be naturaIy De
! loved of all children the tritiing incident
| afterward it returned to him with the
! significance of a red signal, opening
| aloft in the dark and passed unreGarded;
That day they read in the pine woods
! together. Jacomb found himself Stun
! bling around the crags of Robert Brown
| ins's country. He understood scarce any
! thing of what he recited with careful
| elocUtion. but so long as the lady was
! pleased he would have gone on forever.
| Presently he became curiously aware that
| his hearers mind was. as it were, watch
! ing his mind. He began to feel that he
| ought TO understand this poetry; he made
| ofrO nd ha