Omaha daily bee., 1902-02-23

earn my living tomorrow. Why, when I
was with my Aunt Fisher at Kenmore 1
did all the laundry work during the three
weeks she was laid up. And the folk ae
the great house said the things were never
better done. Do you think that ! would be
afraid to face my father and tell him the
| truth. lest he should turn me out OF the
house or put another man into a church
living he had promised meF'
But" objected John Glendonwyn, some-
thing less philosophically than before, II
cannot do clear starching, and l have no
Aunt Fisher. Dig, ! cannot, and to beg, I
am ashamed"
. Furthermore, there are two things for
you to consider. First, would your father
really think the less Of you for asserting
yourself like a man? l am sure in his
heart he would not. And again, are you
fit to be q minister of the church and ex-
plain the way Of life to other men, when
you have shown so little skill in ordering
your own?'
"Your father thinks that 1 am ut enough
retorted the student of divinity. "0nly
yesterday he complimented me on my coll
lege exercises"
college exercises, indeedi" cried Veron-
lea. do you really think that you can
feed a parish Of hungry, ignorant souls
upon college exercises? And as to my
father, he is everything that is good and
kind-but too deeply concerned for the
union he has planned between your fortune
and my-my-"
your cleverness-say the word, Vera"
cried John, with a somewhat constrained
laugh, you know you mean It."
well, my faculty for carrying things
through, IL you will. You are a dear, good
fellow, John, but to tell you the truth, you
have never walked up to seriousness yet.
You are no more ft to be the minister of a
parish than to be admiral Of the heet!"
Then for the first time John Glendonwyn
lost his temper.
"I am not at to be a minister Of my
fathers parish, am not?" he cried, flush
ing with swift anger. 'I am not At to kiss
your hand, madam. Well. at any rate.
there remains a year or so In which I need
not trouble my head about either you or
the Kirk Of Scotland. Ny brother and I
are pretty good friends at present, and
well-with his help l can try to climb the
Tree OF the knowledge Of Good and Evil
from the other side. l am too young and
1 presume too innocent for you, my lady
Veronica! Ell bien, a year or two with
Rupert will mend both particulars. Per-
haps so deeply experienced a lady as Miss
Veronica Crossraguei Caesar will like her
, friend the better for thatl"
al will always like him better for ap-
pearing to be what he is" said the girl.
'If you think that your brother will help
you to a career for which you are better
fitted l shall rejoice. For / am your true
|, friend, though you do not think 80 today,
r John. More than that, l do believe that
; some day you will awake and cast away
- 81 0aIaahnnou az Sama0Q
' tore of the Philistine withes."
"Ah. but Vera you forget" said John,
e smiling again, 1.-The Phillstines got Samson
t In the long run!"
Eyes" retorted the girl, because a womar
( cropped the locks Of his strength whsr
d he was asleep"
s "Ah," said John Glendonwyn subtly
"you mean Fairlie Glendenningl"
The girls cheek flushed a swift. hery
u red, and her proud lips q~uivered angrily.
v $50 little do / mean Fairlie," she an
. swered. that / think II would be the bes'
thing you could do to-but 1t is useless
to tell you now what / think would be bes
$ for you. You were little likely to take M
e advice SIS things we're. Now you have toll
r me that you despise both 1t and me. Nor
q than that, you spoke a bitter word abou
e Falrlie G~lendenning. In return. for am ne
z | -CuCCh hoAioSa 49, 49,
r one to you. said that, like Samson, yo'
h were asleep, and I babe you beware.
need not have troubled myself. For. how
(" ever sound you may be asleep, you hav'
L no locks OF strength to be cut When yo'
become a minister let your hrst text be
Unstable as water, thou shalt not excelF
1t John Glendonwyn turned pale to the lips
st He seized his hat from where II lay anon
q the flower pots.
you have hit the mark at last, Yer
b, onica," he said, your reproach has gon
II home. Some day /. John Glendonwyr
whom you despise. will make you unss'
those words"
3 And without any leave-taking. he wen
70 out.
The girl stood still where he had LEI
IT her, and looked after him striding saw
agely down the gravel, as II he would grin
every stone to powder under his heel. go
N send that day soonl" she said. softly.
ID ITO Be Continued.)