The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-09-20
little brain-childrenl" reproached the

kiuu 10 even up dccOuntS III mcnuOu-
ing them at ALL" returned Ashe.
There, you see can do the
proper; now, for heavens sake,
Miss Gregory, tell me II dreamed
OF you, or saw you, that day at Dick
Thurston's?" The girl drew back.
~ don't understand you," she
said, little haughtily. and then she
smiled at his crestfallen face.
1T can't be possible!" insisted
Ashe. 1.-THE Princess Constantin
Gregorius-and 1 was ass enough to
ask of what! Don't you know, Miss
Gregory-didn't you realize that you
are my Lady of Dreams 2"
ZIP" said Miss Gregory your
Lady of-oh, Mr.. Ashe! Remember
that I'm not resident-not to the
manor born, as 1t were. I'm just a
country cousin from Binghamton.
Do you think it's nice ito, make fun
of me? Constantia Gregorius, in
deed!" She laughed out, merry
little laugh.
"'She comes from land nor near
nor far" said Ashe, guilty Of
the banality of quoting his own
verses. Miss Gregory surveyed him
with amusement.
This is too fine frenzy for me"
she announced. aren't you hungry,
Mr.. Ashe? Shan't we go and have
something to eat?" Ashe followed
her mechanically.
Don't you sometimes wear a
cross on that chain," he asked.
Sometimes" she answered, with
lifted eyebrows.
Weren't you in Morristown at the
Thurstons' last SEPTEMBER" he pur-
sued.
"Yes, was in Morristown, but
only occasionally at the Thurstons',"
she returned.
"Then you did walk into the library
one Sunday afternoon and tell me
you were the Princess Constantia
Gregorius," he said, positively.
"Mr. Ashe!" she said, reprovingly.
slave you twin sister," asked
Ashe, desperately.
81 am all the daughters of my
fathers house." she said lightly, but
her eyes were dancing as she gave
him his chocolate.
Don't you remember the painful
taking off of Sapphira?" he inquired,
sternly.
Miss Gregory counted on her fin
gers. "A princess, Constantia
Gregorius, an astral body-let me
see! a dream, and now n liar!" she
said. "Oh, fie, Mr.. Ashe!"
81 have $50 that belongs to you,"
said Ashe, irrelevantly.
81 beg your pardon?" said the girl,
blankly.
'By rights" asservated Ashe, with
nod. Half of what / got for that
poem. you know. 1 calculate that
my thought and labor are good for
half, but you furnished the idea,
you see." Miss Gregory sat down
on the nearest chair and laughed
aloud. Ashe slipped his chocolate
meditatively and watched her.
"For poet" she said at last. "you
are most unexpectedly practical"
when I've offered to share my in.
come with comparative stranger
q chimerical, elusive dream-lady al
that" he asked, raising his eye.
brows.
I'm not sure about chimcras, but
I think they were monsters of some
kind" said the girl. "And your in
come is too small to be alluring, Mr.
Ashe. If you dent wish any more
of that chocolate, won't you have
something cold? No. Well, ther
come back to Mrs. Foster. I'm afraid
you'll be borrowing money of me
next, to say nothing of the way in
which you are straining your poetic
fancy to find fattering names fol
me-" She took his cup and turned
away. Before he could follow he
was seized upon and carried off in
triumph by some fair admirers, ant
a quick glance back showed him that
a fortunate elderly gentleman ha6
taken possession of her, so he re
signed himself to the inevitable, ant
did not see her again until just as hi
was leaving. He had looked for hel
to say good-by, but in vain, and Mrs
Foster did not know where she hat
hidden herself, so he was starting
off, disappointed. but resolved not
to let the thing drop, when her voice
stopped him with his hand on thu
door.
EAU revoir, Mr.. Ashe," she said
leaning toward him from the Lowest
step of the stairway. EAU revoir."
THANK you," he responded
heartily. "And very soon. most fair
lady Of the realm of my dreams"
THAT is really loving thing, Mr.
| Ashe," she said, land ] am very
proud to think that you think thai
i had any part in it."
"But didn't you?" he demanded.
DO 1 believe in telepathy?" sh'
asked, mockingly. cam l an astra
body, or bad dream?" He shool
his high hat threateningly at her.
"The truth is not in you, Mad
emoiselle Sapphira," he announced.
"Hear the lion growl!" she retort
ed, with 'saucy nod, and turned t.
go upstairs. He took step towar'
her.
miss Gregory" he said, implor
ingly. Seriously, now?" she looke'
at him over her shoulder with dane
ing eyes.