The San Francisco call., 1904-02-21
Copyright by Mcclure. Phillips & Co.
CHAPTER XIV.
WHEN JUNE CAME.

CHAPTER XIV.
WHEN JUNE CAME.
01dethought ] met a damsel fair
And tears were in her eyes
Her heas and arms were bare,
i heard her bursting sighs-
II stopp'd and looked her in the face.
Twas then she sweetly smiled
Her features shOne with mournful grace,
Far more than Natures child
with diffident and downcast eye
In modest tones she spoke;
She wiped a tear and gave sigh.
And then her silence broke
O sang Mrs Tanberry at the
piano, relieving the melancholy
y which possessed her; but Mel
son. pausing in the hall TO
listen. and exceedingly curious
concerning the promised utterance Of
the damsel fair. was to suffer disap
pointment, as the ballad was broken
of abruptly and the songstress closed
the piano with a mcnstrous clatter.
Little doubt may be entertained that
the noise was designed TO disturb Mr..
Carewe, who sat upon the veranda con-
sulting a brown Principe, and less that
the intended insult was accomplished.
For an expression Of a vindictive na-
ture was precipitsted in that quarter
so simultaneously that the bang of the
piano lid and the curse were even as
the report Of q musket and the imme-
diate Of the wounded.
Ms anberry at once debouched up
on the piazza. showing a vast. clouded
countenance. And I hope to heaven
you already had a headache." she ex-
claimed.
The courtesy Of your wish, madam"
Carewe replied. with an angry flash of
his eye. lis only equaled by the kind
ness Of heaven in answering il. have,
in fact. a headache. ! always have,
nowadays"
That's good news" returned the lady
heartily.
Il thank you" retorted her host.
Perhaps if you treated your daugh-
ter with even decent Indians kind OF
politeness. you'd enjoy better health"
"Ahi And in what failure TO perform
my duty toward her have 1 incurred
your displeasure2"
Where is she now" exclaimed the
other excitably. Where is she now?"
4 cannot say"
Yes. you can, Robert Carewe," Mrs.
Tanberry retorted, with wrathful ges-
ture. You know well enough she's in
her own room, and so do for I tried
TO get in TO comfort her when 1 heard
her crying. She's in there with the door
bolted. where you drove herr"
Il drove herr" he sneered
Yes. you did, and I heard you. DO
you think I couldn't hear you raging
ana stOrming at her like a crazy man?
When you get in a temper do you
dream there's a soul in the neighbor-
hood who doesn't know it? You're a
fool if you do, because they could have
heard you swearing down on Main
street. If they'd listened. What are you
trying 10 do &c her?-break her spirit ,
or what? Because you'll do it, or kill
her ] never heard anybody cry so
heart brckenly." Here the good wo-
mans own eyes filed. What's the use
Of pretending" she went on SORROW
fully. You haven't spoken 10 her kind
y Stree you came home. Do you sup
pose I'm blind TO that2 You weren't A
bad husband 10 the poor child's
mother: why can't you be a good father
10 her2"
Perhaps you might begin by asking
her 10 be a good daughter to me-"
What has she done?''
The night before I went away she
ran TO a fire and behaved there like a
common street hoyden. The ladies Of
the Carewe family have not formerly
acquired a notoriety Of that kind"
BAH" said Mrs. Tanberry.
The next morning. when I taxed
her with it. she dutifully defied and in
suited me-"
7 can imagine the delicacy with
which you taxed her What has that
10 do with your devilish tantrums Of
this afternoon. Robert Carewe?"
i am obliged TO you for the express
sion" he returned. When came
home. this afternoon. I found her read
ing that thing" He pointed to many
very small fragments OF Mr. Cum
minEs' newspaper. which were scat
tered ABOUT the lawn near the veranda.
She was out here, reading an article
which had read downtown and which
appeared in a special edition Of that
rotten sheet. sent out two hours ago"
"Well2"
DO you know what that article was,
madam. do YOU know what il wasp
Although breathing heavily, Mr.. Ca
-es.e had compelled himself to a GER
tain outward calnness, but now, in the
uncomfortable agitation Of his anger,
he sprang 10 his feet and struck one Of
the wooden pillars Of the porch a
shocking blow with the bare l0nuckles
Of his clenched hand. do you know
what il WASP 1t was a eulogy Of that
damned Nanreveli 1t pretended to be
an account Of the enrolment of his in
fernal company. but it was nothing
more than glorification Of that Niger
loving hound! His company-a lot Of
sneaks. who'll run like sheep from the
first Greaser-elected him captain yes
terday, and to-day he received an ap-