Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-03-21
was he only sat sulky lingering his hat and

was he only sat sulky, lingering his hat and
wishing himself out of 1t
But there was no undue haste about Jean
Cavalier. No wonder, thought the suspi-
cious Maurice, ''in q little while he will
make his excuse to gos and there In the
dim-lit passage-at the stairhead, in the OBJ
scure of the landing. she will meet him-I
know the ways of sneh-(he did not say
how he knew nor yet, how his knowledge
gave him the right OF criticism upon others.
even should his diagnosis be correctly
He woke to find himself being addressed
by the old pastor. The chaplain Of Ard
miiian's regiment hada bottle of wine in
his hand and his tone was that of apology.
Water, as remember" said he, was
made some time before iwine, yet know not
how long; and II it be the pleasure or ne
should go forth into the night, let it not be
said that you went without such hospitality
as might be shown YOU by Patrick Well
wood. I have called smy daughter, but I
young eyelids, tnasmuch as she hath not
answered. SO l must cen be mine own
drawer and setter-out Of drink and vic
tualsv'
And with that the minister betook himself
With grave and suitable dignity to the
corner cupboard, whence he was bringing
out the silver trays and glasses, wiping
them with clean white napkin and setting
them In order, when aroused by the I'M
wonted cl1nkfng, and perhaps with an ear
Flower-o -the-Corn came swiftly gathering
down the stairs, with the sharp, clacking
noise which her heels always made upon
the stone stairs, and as is indeed customary
they are in haste She burst in upon them
without warning, all at gaze open mouthed
upon her, her father with the uncorked
bottle in his hand.
"Father!" she cried. "Oh. how wicked
you can be! Did I not tell you that you
were never-never to touch those glasses.
You know that the last time you broke four
besides those which rolled upon the floor
And at the rebuke her father hung his
head shamefacedly.
Its true-'tis but too true Frances"
he said. Il own it. 1t was my fault. But
indeed l bethought me that you were gone
to bed. For 1 called thrice and you an
swered notr'
Il was" she began but did not continue.
For 1t had not come to that of it yet with
Frances Weelwood, that she could in any
thing speak the thing which was not to
her father.
Then the while she sat before the youths
the limited and austere hospitality of the
Tower on the Wall Patrick Wildwood dis
coursed at large upon the virtues of early
rising and simplicity
Young men, he said, IT beseech you,
mortify your members while We are yet
upon the earth. Be ever birds of the morn
ing! Rise and see the sun color the sky
ere his bedclothes are well off. Early
rising is good for the grace of God, as it
hath been held to be for the cultivation of
the muses.. Gentlemen, I offer you little
simple country refreshment. 1t will neither
make nor mar you at this time of night.
But, as I say, since you are in haste,
drink your draft and be gone, like men
who have only SO many posts to travel
along lifes way, and but small time to dis
mount at each onew
Flower-o'the-Corn smiled and filled the
glasses to the brim. Then she presented
one to Maurice first, as to the greater
stranger in the house, and afterward one
also to Jean Cavalier.
do not heed my father" she said. His
words are more inhospitable than his heart.
He cares not for anything save that he
may draw lesson from it,
Frances, Frances said her father re-
proachful!y, pray have a care. Remem-
Der that for every idle word that man
shall speak he shall give an account. And
what will these young folk think Of you
and your upbringing. 1 bid you think
shamev'
Yet it was evident enough what one at
least of these young folk thought. For,
as for Maurice Raith, he hardly took his
eyes off the sweet, saucy face of Flower-o'-
the-Corn, while even the more self-contain-
ed prophet, Jean Cavalier, slipped his glass
and looked over it at the girl with a mar
Yelling air. ,o,,
Yet even as he looked he silently rebuked
himself, not knowing how much more
day take him. l. "a
THE lust of the eye!, The lust of the
eyer he murmuredo4 And then in a louder
Tone "Well Master Pierre Dubois. YOU and
I have infinite business together, and 1t is
high time that we began it, II we mean to
finish 1t in time to see morning sun shine
over the Cause Noir yonder, which, as our
old pastor here tells US, is the straight way
of salvation!"
NAY. that said not" cried Mr. Pat
rick Wildwood, shaking his head and smil-
ing, well enough pleased. you are as bad
as Frances twisting the word Of my mouth
salvation, but only that, other things being
equal 1t may be made means Of grace or
so at least I have found it!'
Father" said his daughter, meekly, '1t is
as I judge, your only grievous sin, though
hitherto I have not dared to tell you Of it.
It keeps you so pulled up with self-right-
eousness all day that you are perfectly I'M
approachable unless one Is armed to the
teeth! You have no idea," she added, turn
ing to the young man. what I have to
reckon with when he takes a turn of get
ting up before the sun. If 1 am five minutes
after him l am even as stranger and
castaway."
at is to me wonderful and miraculous"
said Patrick Wildwood weightily, "that
should have begot and reared a girl like this
who will thus persist in belying and misrep-
resenting the course of my actions to her
ward. But there is in my country good
proverb, though q believe) without scrip
tural warrant of the direct sort, Whose
speaketh against father mother, the cor
bies shall pyke his eyes out!"
well, father" said the girl. II must see
that in the original Hebrew before I can
accept It, And, moreover it is true enough
about the getting up in the morning. You
know as well as 1 do that it makes you
shamefully upsetting all day. There is, in
deed, no living with him, gentlemen, except
as the worm may with the gardener by
keeping we'll out Of the way!
CTo be continued)