The Minneapolis journal., 1903-01-16

father to know. She was not more COM
plex than other bright, we'll educated
girls Of her age and class, perhaps, but
being at least one thousand times more
complicated than Sir Peter ,dreamt she
held a certain advantage overShin1.
They stood together on the deck Of the
Lily Maid, when a question two from
her and an answer or two from him put
the girl into possession of the truth about
Dick Knight. Her first impulse was a
child's impulse. She was so angry with
her father for deceiving her that she
would have liked to strike him and cry
out that she hated him for what he had
done. Then cold contempt for his con-
duct swept over her. He had taken cruel
advantage of her trustfulness, and it
seemed to Eve that nothing could ever
be the same between them again. She
could forgive, perhaps, by and by, but the
faith she had lost could never, never come
back. A curious feeling Of pity for the
man, because he was so dense, and did
not understa nd what he had done, or what
he had irreVocably lost, mingled with her
resentment. He would only laugh at her,
and it would be what he expected if she
cried or ragged. She would not be child,
but woman; childhood lay behind her
since yesterday. Her father had no right
to expect confidence from her now. She
could not deceive him as he had deceived
her; that would be mean, unworthy of>the
woman whom Dick Knight loved. But
she would not be cheated of her happiness.
Dick should not be left to believe that
she had gone away contentedly, just as
if last night had never been. He should
not be allowed to suffer in thinking that
she was forgetting him for Lord Waver-
| ley. as her father evidently wished her to
| do Somehow, when they reached Tan
| gier, she would find a way of sending
message back to Gibraltar-just a word
| to warm Dicks heart with the knowledge
| that, whatever happened, she would be
true. ,.'.
| Exactly how she was to manage this
| Eve did not know; for to write to the
banished lover was the obvious thing for
girl to do, and she was sure Sir Peter
expected and meant to prevent it from
| happening in her case. Thus she was
| thinking as she stood leaning on the rail
watching the sphinxlike form of Gibraltar
crouch lower and lower on the horizon;
! and into the midst Of her thoughts spoke
| Sir Peter.
| Look here, little girl he said, rather
uncomfortably, you're a trump, you
know, and I'm nightly pleased with you.
But there's no question of paying me
! back in my own coin,' as you'd call it,
eh? You aren't planning to write love
letters behind my back? Promise you
j won't try that game
/ IT won't promise anything, father" she
! answered., steadily; and he was too pre-
! occupied to notice that& the pet name OIL
! dad which had been his until now was
withheld.
j ''You won't promise? Well, that's
i straightforward, anyhow. ! suppose. then,
i I must see that you don't get a chance,
! until tie time comes when you couldn't
be bothered writing love letters to char,
J: like Dick Knight, that's all. And I'm
out of my reckoning if that time doesn't
i come sooner than you think.
i Eve did not reply; but her father knew
her silence was not a sign that she sulked,
because, when he abruptly changed the
A subject. and talked about Tangier and
Il Lord Waverley, she answered pleasantly,
. even laughing at one or two rather far
Il fetched jokes. S