The Saint Paul globe., 1904-10-23


was boisterous to the very point of tender
ness.
''Sure," exclaimed Jim. when the spool
had come to the end of its two hundred
yards, what be this trailin' astern?"
Plague it!'' the maid calculated. Tis
me thread. Us'H have t. wind un up.
Sure, I'll be late t hoame. Plague it!'
Plague it!' said young Jim. Plague
it, 'Tis too bad-'tis now. 'Tis caught
to a shrub somewhere sure. Plague It'll"
So they went back through deeper dusk,
and with slower steps; and the maid
wound the thread, and the man talked Of
squid and kisses. When they came to
: the handy twig. the maid wound up to the
very knot, for she was thrifty maid,
and would not waste so much as an inch
of thread; and in the knot she found some
deep interest for time.
'i'Tis a Glove hitchr' she exclaimed,
looking up.
'.Iss, sure!'' said Jim Rideout. blankly.
The maid gave him swift glance of
suspicion.
g 'Tis queer that" he went on. Hum!
IT'S the queerest thing ever knowed
The maid edged toward him with
twinkle in her eye-a significant gilnt
there, which Jim did not perceive at all,
for he was stupidity staring at the knot:
''HoW do he come here now?' asked the
maid. absently 'sWho tied .un, l won
der?" The twinkle in her eye had spread
to her mouth, where vicious little smile
urged.
''Humn said Jim, euriously examining
the knot. 'Tis clove-hiteh, he added,
as though convinced against his reason.
''They be mar a doubt about it.
The maid edged closer and extended her
right arm behind her. Her under lip was
between her teeth.
'Sure, now'' said Jim, scratching his
head, chow do he come here? 'Tis past
me-"
She was bent on something, that maid!
She had her eye fixed on Jim's cheek; and
her arm was at its full length, which was
not little She made her foothold firm in
the moss, her feet spread apatr.
"'Tis the fairiesl" said Jim, looking
round "Sure, Aunt Phoebe told me they
be noa end o fairies the Old crow
road. 'Tis queer, that"
The arm of the maid-the long, brawny
right arm, which, with its mate, could lift
a barrel of fiour-swung swiftly in a half
circle with an upward curve and Jim,
caught full on the cheek with the open
palm, was knocked off his feet
t'Tis a fairyi" roared the maid. 'Tis
a fairy that tied the Glove hitch"
She gathered her skirts about her knees
and went flying down the road waking the
hills with her laughter; and sofast did she
run that one of her robust, d-Stockinged
legs could not be distinguished from the
other.
tsure, she loves me, gasped Jim Ride
out
That blowl Had she been angry? No.
The last peal of laughter had not yet
ceased to be the shuttlecock of the crags
above 1t was sign of love.
Elihu Gale, in the shadow of Needle
Rock, felt that he was bereft. An old
1,aa,, oavr 1,adi Tim Ri6QOnf knew that
he was beloved. For time he lay on
the moss where he had fallen, fearing to
stir-even to move his eyes from the
depths of the sky where the stars winked
at him-lest his rapture should depart.
That blow! The swift strength and cum
ming of it, The playfulness Of it! Adora-
BILE 'Melia Mary What bliss to be be-
loved by such as thou art, thou merry
hearted onei He dreamed thousand &C.
static dreams in a flash. For sure, they
had to do with lips and eyes.
Then he picked himself up and went
singing through the night. His heart was
aflower with fine impulses. In the fall
he would build a house. That a fine inn
pulsei Who, indeed. would build it for
him? Could he.Wed without first building
house? All, but he would build house
with porch. A porch. Can you hang q
salmon net to dry on porch? Neverthe-
less, he would have a porch. Love 5hao
inspired him with the desire. SOFT was
determined; he would build a house with
a porch under Quid Nunc, where there