The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-06-06
THE MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL.

white, SleAAef fnngeTS,e SpaTKlAR WAsilsi
Jewels, moved among the crimped and
,ligent sympathy between them.
How beautiful you are today.
Dora! Who has worked wonders on
you9D
loves ps mel He told me a g M ast
tered shall never forget one of
them-never, as long as I live! Let us
sit down. / want to tell you every
thing.
So was mother, and father. and
ton. Mother used to grumble about
my going cat all hours to st. Jude 8
church; but that was because st.
Jude g is so very high church. and
mother is a Methodist Episcopal It
was the morning and evening prayers
picion Of the clergyman. Oh, Ethel. he
is 50 handsomei So good! So clever!
I think every woman in the church Is
in love with him. =
ssThen if he is a good man, he must
be very unhappy.
stOf course he is quite Ignorant OF
their admiration, and therefore quite
innocent. / am the only woman ne
loves, and he never even remembers me
when he is in the sacred Office. II you
could see him come out of the Vestry in
his white surpliee, with his rapt face
and prophetic eyes. So mystical! 80
beautiful! You would not wonder that
[ worship him. -
t'But / do not understand did
you meet him socially?', -,
4 met him at Mrs. Taylor 3 hrst;
Then he spoke to me one morning as l
came out Of church, and the next morn
ing he walked thru the park with me;
And after that-al was easy enough.
I see. - What does your father and
mother think--or rather, what do they
say2 - :. ..,,. What he thinks.
and mother thinks and says what l do.
This condition simplifed matters very
much. Basil wrote to father, and yes
terday after dinner he had an inter
view with him. I expected it, and was
quite prepared for .any climax that
might come. / wore my lovel1est Whl!e
frock, and had. lilies Of the valley in
nv hair and on my breast, and father
called me. : his little angel and piousiy,
wondered how I could be his daughter.
All dinner time tried to pc angehc,
. and after dinner [ sang Little boy
Blue and some of the songs he loves;
and I felt, when Basll, s carr. came ae, IL,
that I had prepared the proper at1ho-
sphere for the interview: ;,
& You are really very clever, Dora !,
uT tried to continue singing and
nlaying. but could not; the notes all
ran together, the. words were lost l
went to mother IS side and put. my
hand in hers, and she SAID softiy y:44,a
can hear your father stormlng little,
but he will settle down the quicker Tor
it. I dare say he will bring MI. stan
hope in here before long.
ttDid he?'' !,
esNo. That was Bryce's fault. How
Bryce happened to be. in the house at
( that hour, cannot Imagine; out IL
seems to be natural for him to drop
into any interview where he can make
trouble. However, it turned out all for
the best, for when mother heard
Bryce,s voice above all the other
sounds, she said, Come, Dora, we shall
have to interfere now Then I was
delighted. I was angelically dressed,
and I felt equal to the Interview. :,
EDO YOU really mean that you joined
the three quarreling menu
stOf course Mother was quite calm
calm enough to freeze tempest-but
she gave father look he comprehend
ed. Then she shook hands with Basil
and would have made some remark to
Bryce, but with his usual impertinence
he took the initiative, and told her
take me with her'-calling me that
tdemure little firt in a tone that was
very offensive. You should have seen
father blaze into anger at his words.
He told Bryce to remember that Mr.:
Ben Denning owned the house. and
that Bryce had four or FIVE rooms in
it by his courtesy. He said also that the
ladies present were Mr.. Ben Den,
ning's wife and daughter, and that it
was impairment in him to order them
out of his parlor, where they were al,
ways welcome. Bryce was white with
passion, but he answered in his af.
fected way Sir, that sly girl with
her pretended piety and her sneak OF
lover is my sister, and I shall not
/ permit her to disgrace my family with
out making protest. - ~
IS ssAnd then9''
1T began to cry, and put my
arms around father 8 neck and saii
he must defend me; that / was moi
sly, and Basil was not a sneak, ant
father kissed me, and said he :woult
settle with any man, and every man
who presumed to call me either sly
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