New-York tribune., 1903-06-10

don't let her swell you out of shape. Chin
bleys is narrower than they used to be- May
day is Sweeps Holiday. too though we don't
keep it up in Plymouth. I dare say the lady
thought pom that. In my bachelor days used
to be Jack in the Green regular
It's just well 1 never saw We, then" said
his wife tartly. And to imagine that lady
like Miss Plinlinmon would herself
with your deboses! But you'd lower the Queen
her throne"
Indeed, Mr.. Trapp went on to give color
to this. 81 wonder what she means. talking
about Roman goddessesT' he mused 'I seen
one. once in a penny show; and it was marked
outside Men Only Admitted"
Mrs. Trapp swept me from the room
On May Day, then, I entered Mr.. fuckers
bun shop with beating heart, & scrubbed face
and spig of southernwood In my buttonhole
and Miss Plinlimmon fell my neck and kissed
me. All the fornality of the Genevan Hospital
dropped away from her garment. and left
only the tender formality Of her own nature, so
human that it amazed me. I had never really
known her until nov. She had prepared a
feast, including Mr.. fuckers famous cheese
cakes, "as patronized by Queen Charlotte" and
cakes called maids Of honor" ITO my
mind" said Miss Plinlimmon. taking one,
there is always an air of refinement about this
shop She praised my growth. and the clean
illness of my skin. and the care with which Mrs.
Trapp kept my clothes; and laughed when I
reported some of Mrs. Trapps sayings-but
tremulously. Indeed, more than once her eyes
brimmed as she gazed across the table you
cannot think how happy I am" she almost whis-
pered and broke off to draw my attention to
young officer who had entered the shop, with two
ladies In fresh summer gowns Of sprigged mus
lin, and who stood by the counter buying sweet
meats. eff you do so without staring.
Harry always make point Of observing such
people that; you Will be surprised at the lit
tie hints you pick up" told her, growing bold,
that knew no finer lady than she, and never
wanted to-which still think a happy and high
Iy creditable speech for boy OF ten She
flushed with pleasure. "I have birth, I hope"
she said and with that her color deepened, per-
haps with suspicion that this might hurt my
feelings But since our reverses" she went on
hurriedly, I'VE PIinlimmons have stood still;
and one should move with the times am not
with those who think good manners need by old
fashioned ones" She recurred to Mrs Trapp.
'I feel sure she must be an excellent woman
Your clothes are well kept. and read more in
needlework than you think. Also folks cannot
neglect their cleanliness and then furbish them
selves up IN a day. I by your complexion
that she attends to you. 1 hope you are careful
not to laugh at her when she makes those ludi-
crous speeches.
But I shifted the talk from Mrs. Trapp.
What did you mean Just now. by we Miss
Plinlimmpn2' I asked.
Did say 'we'?'
You talked about your reverses-'our re-
verses you said. I wish you would tell me
about it. I never heard before Of any one be-
longing to you"
We means my brother and l. she said.
and said no more until she had paid the bill and
we walked up to the Hoe together. There she
chose a seat overlooking the sound, and close
above the amphitheatre (in those days used as
a buIlring) where Corineus the Trojan had
wrestled ages before with the giant Gogmagog
and defeated him.
MY brother Arthur-Captain Arthur Pin
limrnon of the Kings OWNS the soul OF
honor I do not believe a nobler gentleman
lives in the whole wide world; but then we are
descended from the great Glendower. King OF
Wales q will show you the pedigree some day)
and have Tudor blood too. in our veins. When
dear papa died and discovered he had been
speculating unfortunately in East India stock
-sbuving for a fall was, told, his besettins
weakness. though I could never understand the
process-Arthur offered me home and mainten-
ance for life. OF course I refused, for the
blow reduced him. too. 70 bitter poverty, and
he was married. And besides I could never bear
his wife who was woman of fashion and ex-
travagant. She is dead now. poor thing, so we
will not talk of her; but she could never be made
to understand that their circumstances were al
tered and died leaving some debts and one chlId
a boy called Archibald, who is now close on
twenty years old. So there is my story. Harry
and very ordinary one, Is 1t not?
Where does Captain Plinlimmon lve?'
asked
.'FIe is chartered in York just now with his
raqin,en+ and Archie lives with him. He had
boned to buy the poor boy commission before
This but could not do so honorably until all the
debts were paid. The sins OF the fathers
She broke off and glanced at me nervously
But was not of an age to suspect why. or to
understand my own lot at all. Il suppose you
love this Archibald better than anybody" said l.
with twinge of jealousy.
"Oh no." she exclaimed quickly, and at once
corrected herself. Not so much as ought
love him, of course for his fathers sake; but In
features ne takes after his mother very strik-
ingIv. and that-on the few occasions have
seen him-chiIIed me It is wrong. l know;
ord M doubt with more opportunity 1 should
have grown very fond Of him Sometimes tax
r71vself Harry with being frail in my affec-
ttons. They require renewing with a sight of
of their object That is why we are keeping our
birthdays together to-day"
She smiled at me, almost archly, putting out
n hand to rest it on mine. which lay on my knee;
then suddenly the smile wavered, her mouse
eyes began TO briru, 1 in them, as In trou-
bIed water. broken images of a hundred things
7 had known in dreams, and her arm was
about my neck and nestled against ner.
Dear Harry! Dear boy!
cannot tell how long sat there; certainly
until the ships hung out their riding lights and
the May stars shone down on us. At whiles we
.t,-o5 ,rd or uhies were silent: and both talk