The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1907-05-18
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have the house, and everything IN Its
hideous walls" snapped; "to tell you
that my chivalry is enough for some
situations and that don't intend to
Sight woman. l had accepted your
own announcement Of the legacy in
good part, but now, please believe me,
it shall be yours tomorrow. III yield
possession to you whenever you ask
it,-but never to Arthur Pickering! AS
against him and his treasure-hunters
and assassins l will hold out for a
dozen years."
"Nobly spoken, Mr.. Glenarm! Yours
is really an admirable, though some
what complex character"
"My character is my own, whatever
1t is" blurted.
II shouldn't call that a debatable
proposition" she replied. and was an
CRY to find how the mirth l had loved
in her could suddenly become so hate
full. She half-turned away so that
might not SEQ her face. The thought
that she should countenance Picker
ing in any way tore me with jealous
rage.
"Mr. Glenarn, you are what l have
heard called gutter. defined in com.
mon Americaneae aE ono who quits!
Your clustering can hart'y conceal the
fact of your failures. had hoped you
would really be of some help to Sister
Theresa, and incidentally to me, but
we both sadly misjudged you"
Her tone, changing from amused in
difference to severest disdain, stung
me into selfpity for my stupidity in
having sought her. My anger was not
against her, but against Pickering, who
had. 1 persuaded myself, always
blocked my path. She went on.
Mr. Pickering is decidedly more
than match for wou, Mr.. Glenarm,-
even in humor."
She drew herself up with tragic
scorn in every line Of her figure, then
relaxed, laughed and was Olivia again;
and as watched her,-wondering per-
picked, chagrined,-she turned swiftly
from the room.
She left me SO quickly, SO softly,
that I stood staring like fool at the
spot where she had been, and then l
went gloomily back to Glenarm House,
angry. ashamed and crestfallen.
While we were waiting for dinner l
made a clean breast of my acquaint-
3nce with her to Larry, emitting moth
ing.-rejoicing even to paint my own
conduct as black as possible.
You may remember her." I con-
cluded,-"she was the girl we saw at
Sherry's that night we dined there
She was with Pickering, and you no.
ticed her,-spoke of her, as she went
out?"
That little girl who seemed SO
bored, or tired or sick? Bless me,
why her eyes haunted me for days.
Lord, man, do you mean to say"
A look of utter scorn came into his
face, and he eyed me contemptuously
"Of course l mean it!" Numbered
at him.
He took the pipe from his mouth
pressed the tobacco viciously into the
bowl, and swore steadily in Gaelic I'M
til was ready to choke him.
Stop I bawled. do you think
that's helping me? And to have you
curse IN your blackguardly Irish dia-
lect! l wanted little Anglo-Saxon
sympathy. you fool! / didn't mean for
you to invoke your infamous gods
against the girl!"
Don't be violent, lad. Violence is
reprehensible," he admonished with
maddening sweetness and patience.
What l was trying to intimate very
mildly was the fact, borne in upon me
through years of acquaintance, that
you are,-to be bold, my, lad. to be
bold,-a good deal of damned fool"
The thrilling Of his RS was like the
whirring rise of covey of quail.
Dinner is served" announced Bates,
and Larry led the way mockingly
chanting an Irish love.song.