The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-07-19

seen in the glade where the gypsies had
pitched their camp-the figure of an
English girl divinely tall. Of one whom
the splendid woods might well choose
for their divinity.
She rode thru the glade and by her
side there walked a rough fellow, who,
Gavin thought, would have been much
better in Derby jail than idling in the
home park at Melbourne. Some chance
observations which had fallen from
servants lips had made him acquainted
with the circumstances under which
Derbyshire; and he was quick enough
to perceive the connection between the
earl s younger days and this odd vista
ton:
He knew these fellows in, Rumania
and they have come here to blackmail:
him. was the. unspoken comment.
'rTheir master is shady Rumanian
count-one of the long haired brand,
who ogle the women. take it that she )
had promised to marry this man, not
altogether at her father Is bidding, but
Just because he is romantic liar enough
to appeal to one side of her imagina- :
ton That's What sent her to London
play-acting. She had to escape, from
this nlonotony or it would have killed
her. Well, I think know the tenn
perament-a very dangerous tempera-
ment which has sent many woman the
wrong way and will send many more
before the world is done with. -
stone work and passed his hand idly
over it.<eThis old house, how many
women's hearts had it not imprisoned
and stilled! What stories of WON
ans love and passion could it not UNI
fold if these rotting stones might
speakg Many Di Vernon had gone
forth from secret doors to meet her
. lover. m9nVra ono had Eun6 ond dia6
with her girlish secret unspoken. Study
in those records and the true story Of
Evelyn, my Lord Of Melbourne Is daugh-
ter, would be read. A brave girl,
lonely girl, full of the stuff of which
dreams are made, such he believed her
into his life, bidding him turn from
his work to gaze after her, impotently
as a man may look upon precious
thing he may never possess For even
if she loved him, what right had he
to speak to her; what position or name
in clay. Bricks and mortar were not
the tokens in which woman s imagi-
nation deals.
"If built cathedral he said to
himself ironically, "she would merely
say, How draqghty!' It is necessary
to be brigand or musician to reach
the heart of her DESIRES
=
agely. He had the scaffold shifted to
the tower of the chapel, where the
clockface records the deeds of that
Lord of Melbourne who fell with Pic,
ton IS troop at Waterloo: Time passed
S% his Put the wi aeTh 0o @e a
Gavin. was cleaning the dust of the
century from it when he heard a voice
upon the parapet above, and looking up
he perceived my Lady Evelyn there,
standing by the battlement and watch
ing him curiously.
she asked him, indicating, the frail
scaffold upon which he stood.
He answered at once by another ques-
nDo you refer to Tmes # so. yes,
it is always dangerous. Time never
sleeps, remember. y.
tla afraid Of the height, but desiring,
she knew not why, to hear him talk.
ssYou will not look Time IN the face:
thenPO she said; "or does the bell OF
Time speak to youf know people IN
France who always cross themselves
when the clock chimes the hour. "
ssThe bells chime eternity-oh, yes.
Time rarely laughs if it is not iron
ically, Here's a clock which tries to
tell all the world how brave man
died. Time passed him by. but returns
twice day to have look at him. The
dirt of nearly a hundred years is cast
upon his monument by Time: The
ages used to be cleaner, Lady Evelyn.
Nowadays we trample mud on every
tomb. There is always an If for the
best of our friends. ~
Z "Meaning that some disappointment
has made eynic of you, MI. Ords"
"Perhaps, I cannot tell you. What is
the good of ideals in this twentieth
centurya We have learned to scott at
simple things, faith, honesty, even
courage Rich men try to believe that
they were never poor and the poor be-
]ieve that they are rich-and go thru
the bankruptcy court accordingly.
could do great work in the world, but
my enemy is an estimate. A man no
longer buds a temple to the glory of
God; he builds it to the memory of
John Shocks, hog merchant. Most of
our ailments are the penalty of soul
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