The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-03-16

playing the role allotted to him by the lit.
tie typewriter to unconscious perfection,
ito See the home of flower
Il am afraid that flowers don't grow
much in cramped lodgings" she OBJ
served, controlling a smile. and the in
valid sister felt that her conjecture to a
romance was correct. The Foreigner
seemed unaware of her presence.
Flowers grow even in the desert,
sometimes he rejoined seriously.
Il love flowers" she said irreverently,
'but all l see as a rule are in the baskets
of the flower women at Oxford circus
why do you not walk in the parks?''
he suggested.
u have no one to walk WITH" escaped
her, and following it a fine crimsoning,
for her words seemed to her to SAVIOR of
the hint she would not for worlds have
given.
Let that trouble you no more, and per-
nit me to be your escort" he returned,
with his air OF ancien regime. A court
curtsey was the only suitable reply, and
she did not know how to make one.
''Oh, I did not mean THAR she ex-
claimed in distress.
II did," he said with firmness.
The invalid smiled mysteriously. Her
romance was SprOuting vigorously.
The irvalid's views of lie were unob-
secured by the contemplation Of her own
personality. 1t might be said of hal
that she knew nothing Of the world, be
cause she mad no bodily experience 81
the tussle Of the streets, and had scarce
y in her short life met her fellow meu
Buddhist creed it is the detachment from
the actual world that gives to the spirit
the powers of divinatlon and prophecy
and tibet instincts Of the Invalid, though
u1founded on knowledge, were rarely
wrong.
The little typewriter though she was
enc of the great sisterhood of workers
was so innocent that she took much
longer than a more experienced woman
would have done to awake to the new
element in her life. For an incredibly
their weekly meetings in the omnibuses
came about by chance, and even when
she knew that they occurred by studious
arrangement she did not grasp the sig
for her every Sunday that it daWned
upon her that the two We're making OF
Regents park a garden OF Eden.
But are you not afraid, knowing ST
little of meg he asked her, after he had
first spoken to her of love.
Are you not afraid, too? for you know
trembling from the shock, for she was
Unused to look through the gates of Par.
adise, and the vision which she saw
seemed to her incomparably fair and daz
81? What have I to fear from my flow.
| er in the desert? But what am I? A
|
night, a star that shoots across the sky
you know not whence l come nor where
! go. You do not even know my nation
and the very name | have told you i
not my own"
Tell me-" she whispered TREMENDOUSLY
The readiness OF love to take alarm was
upon her
Il am a Russian" he said with sudder
rnwonted simplicity, land my name i
only too well known. Not perhaps t,
You, fair child, but the secret police 0
MS majesty the ,czar have been upon it
| track for years"
The police?" she gasped
Il am nihilist, and prescribed" h
answered, ''if what I will whisper in you
ear were known, I should be now in 81
oh; but isn't that very wicked an,
oFeadtul?" she cried desperately. II sup
| pose you think everybody ought to b
| blown I up But wouldn't that be yer,
wicked z! Her vocabulary was not large
If thy hand offend thee, cut it off,
But not somebody else's hand?'' sh
q cannot talk to you of these things
! dear ehild, he went ON tenderly, ..yo