The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-07-31
The Gentleman From Indiana
BY BOOTH TJRRKlNGT0N
Copyright BY Doubleday & Mcclure Co, 1899.


what other capital possesses advantages like
! that? Next winter the railway station is to
| have new stove for the waiting room.
Heaven itself Is one Of our suburbs-it is
| so close that all one has to do is to die.
You insist upon my being French, you see,
| and I know you are fond Of nonsense. How
| did you happen to put The Walrds and the
Carpenter at the bottom of q page of Fisbee's
notes?"
WAS it? How were you sure it was IT.
:In Carlow county,"
| "He might have written It himself
| "Fisbee has never In his life read anything
! lighter than cuneform Inscriptions"
miss Brfscoe-" r Fars.':
.she doesn't read Lewis Carroll; and 1t was
| not her hand. What made you write 1t on
Fisbee's manuscript"
'He was with US this afternoon and leased
| him a little about your heading Business
| and the Cradle, the Altar, and the Tomb,
| isn't it? And he said 1t had always troubled
| him, but that you thought it good So do l..
He asked me If could think OF anything
that you might like better, to, put in place
| Of it, and wrote: The time has come be-
cause it was the only thing / could think
! Of that was appropriate and as fetching
as your headlines. He was perfectly dear
about it. He was serous he said he
feared it wouldn't be acceptable. / didn t
| notice that the paper he handed me to write
on was part OF his notes, nor did he, I
| think. Afterward, he put 1t back In his
pocket. 1t wasn't a message" - E.
| I'm not SO sure he did not notice. He Is
| very wise. Do you know, somehow, | have
the impression that the old fellow wanted me
| to meet YOU
How dear and good Of him!' She spoke
earnestly and her face was suffused with a
| warm light There was no doubt about her
! meaning what she said. ~ = -'.p..
| 1T was" John answered, unsteadily. "He
knew how great was my need Of a few mo-
| ments companionableness with-with-"
No she interrupted. II meant dear and
good to me, because think he was thinking
| of me, and it was for my sake he wanted US
| to meet" ~
1t would have been hard to convince a
woman, If she had overheard this speech, that
| Miss Sherwood's humility was not the cal
culated affectation of a coQuette. Sometimes
| a mans unsuspicion is wiser, and Harkless
knew that she was not flirting with him. In
addition, he was not fatuous man; he did
not extend the implication of her words near
| ly so far as she would have had him.
But had met you" said he "long ago"
! What she cried, and her eyes danced
| You actually remember"
Yes: do you?" he answered. II stood In
Jones's field and heard you singing, and
remembered. 1t was a long time since had
| nearQ you sing:
| I was ruffler Of Flanders,
| And fought for a FORMS hire.
| You were the dame of my captain
| And sang to my hearts desire.
| But that Is the balladist's notion The
truth Is that you were lady at the Court
| OF Clovis, and I was heather captive.
| heard you sing a Christian hymn-and asked
| for baptism" BY great effort he managed
| to look If he did not mean it.
| But she did not seem over-pleased with
his fancy, for, the surprise fading from hel
face: "Oh. that was the way you remem.
bered!'' she said.
won't despise me for being mawkish to-
night?' he asked. Il haven't had the chance
for so long
The night air wrapped them warmly, and
the balm of the little breezes that stirred the
foliage around them was the smell of damasl
roses from the garden The creek tinkled ove
the pebbles at their feet, and a drowsy bird
half wakened by the moon, crooned languor
ously in the sycamores. The girl looked gu,
at the flashing water through downcast lashes
| els it because it Is SO transient that beauty
is pathehc?' she said; because We can never
come back to 1t in quite the same way?
am sentimental girl. If you are born so, 1
Is never entirely leased out of you. Is 1t
Besides tonight Is all dream. 1T Isn't real
you know You couldn't be nawkish.'
Her tone was gentle as a caress. and
made him tingle to his finger tips How d.
you know?" he asked in a low voice.
II just know. Do you think I'm very 'bols
and forward'?" she said, dreamfly.
| ''It was your song wanted to be sentimen
tai about am like one who through lon'
days of toil-only that doesn't quite apply
and night devoid of ease'-but I cant claim
that one doesn't sleep we'll here; it is Plat
villes specialtsrlike one who =
"'still heard in his soul the music
OF wonderful melodies
Those blessed old lines!" she said. "Onc
a. thing is music or poetry, all the hand or
gans and elocutionists in the world canno
ruin it, they7 Yes; to live here, out o
the world, giving mp the world. doing goo
and working for others, working for com
munity as you do"
II am not quite shameless, he interrupted
smilingly II was given a life sentence TO
incompetency. and I've served five years OF 1t
which have been made much happier thai
my deserts -,
NO" she persisted, that Is your way o
talking of yourself; know YOU would alway
run yourself down. If one paid any attention
to it. But to give up the world, to drop on
OF 1t without regret. to come here and q
what you have done. and to live the lif
that must be so desperately dry and dull TO
a man of your sort, and yet to have the kin
Of heart that makes wonderful melodies sim
in itself-oh!" she cried, II say that Is fne!'
..You do not understand he returned, sad
". wishing, before her, to be unmerctfull
, lust to himself. II came here because
couldn't make living anywhere else. An
the wonderful melodies'-I have known 20
, only one eyening-and the melodies- n
, rose to his feet and took few steps towar
; the garden. Come" he said. LET me tax
:, YOU back. Let us go before i" He finishe
, with q helpless laugh. . 'S~ ny t7gZf' s'E"
( (To BE Continued Tomorrow
t whats the use OF going to Englan
s for the coronation remarked DR.. Dick
s "when the American people have crowne
| Red Raven Splits the Prince OF Aperi