The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1903-10-17

worse Tor me 10 throw my rat m your
face
Ills attempt AZ lcvliy was obviously
weak She loc.ed straight into Ills
eyes with tie steady gaze OF simple
earnest nature shocked by d current
quite strange 10 IT, She did not I'M
derstand him. and she did Ter fine
intuition gathered swiftly together
hundred shreds OF impression received
from him during their recent growing
intimacy. lie was "A patrician, as she
vaguely made him out, a man OF
wealth, whose family was great. He
belonged among people OF gentle birth
and high attachments She magniiied
him SO that he was diffused In her Inn
agination, as difficult to comprehend
as u mist In the morning air-and as
beautiful.
You make fun of me-" she said very
deliberately. letting her eyes droop-
Then she looked up again suddenly
and continued. with certain naive ex-
preston of disappointment gathering
I'm her face: II have been too free with
you. Father Beret told me not 10 for
get my dignity when In your company.
He told me you might mlsunderstand
me- | don't care. l shall not fence
with you again" She laughed. but
there was no joyous freedom In the
sound.
"Why, Alchemy dear Miss Roussil-
lon, you do me wrong. | beg thou
sand pardons II I've hurt YOU. no
cried, stepping nearer TO her, rnnd I
can never forgive myself. You have
somehow misunderstood me, know
you have"
On his part II was exaggcratfng "A
mere contact OF mutual feelings Into
dangerous collision. He was as much
self deceived as was she, and he mad0
more noise about H.
1T il you who have misunderstood
me-" she replied. smiling brightly now.
but with just a faint, pitiful touch OF
regret or self blame lingering in her
voice. Father Beret said you would.
l did not believe him, but
And you shall not believe him. said
Beverley. III have not misunderstood
you. There has been nothing You
have treated me kindly and with beau
tiful friendliness. You have not done
or said thing that Father Beret or
anybody else could criticise, ana II
have said or done the least thing 10
trouble you l repudiate It'll did not
mean IT, Now you believe me, don't
you, Miss RoussillonY
He seemed to he falling into the hab-
II OF speaking 10 her in English. Sho
understood II somewhat imperfectly. es-
pecially when In an earnest moment he
rushed his words together as II they
had been soldiers he was leading at the
charge step against an enemy. His
manner convinced her even though his
diction fell short
'Then wen talk about something
else" she said, laughing naturally now
and retreating TO chair by the hearth
side. 81 want you TO tell me all about
yourself and your family, your home
and everything"
She seated herself with an air OF con-
scious aplomb and motloned him TO
take distant stool
There was great heap OF dry hogs tn
the fireplace, with pointed flames shoot
ing out OF its crevices and leaping into
the gloomy, cavelike throat of the flue.
Outside a wind passed heavily across
the roof and beloved In the chimney
top.
Beverley drew the stool near Alice.
who with a charrcd stick used IA a.
poker was thrusting at the glowing
crcvlces and sending showers OF sparks
aloft. f'rr.k
"Why. there wouldn't be much b
tell" he said, glad 10 feel secure agnin.
Our home Is n big old mansion named
Beverley Hall. on hill among trees
and half surrounded with slave cabins.
IL overooks the plantation I'm tIicrval-