The Irish standard., 1907-03-09

her, whitening the crown of her red
can and clung to her shoulders. Have
YOU ever seen snow crystals glean,
break, dissolve In fair, soft storm.
blown hay? Do you know how q man
will pledge his soul that a particular
fake will never fade, never cease to
rest upon certain flying strand over
a kirlish temple? And he loses-his
heart and wager-in a breath! II you
fail to understand these things. and
are furthermore unfamiliar with the
fact that the color in the cheeks Of
a girl who walks abroad in a driving
snow storm marks the favor of heaven
itself, then ! waste time, and you will
do we'll to rap at the door Of another
Inn.
"1'd rather missed you" said; "and
really, should have been over to
. apologize If hadn't been afraid.
Sister Theresa is rather fierce."
q she declared. "And we're not allowed
to receive gentlemen callers-it says
30 in the catalogue"
80 I imagined. trust Sister The
y rosa lS Improving.
~. Yes, thank you"
And Miss Devereux-she 10 quite
we'll, hope"
g. She turned her head my way as
though to listen more carefully, and
her step slackened for a moment:
Chen she hurried blithely forward.
"Oh, she's always we'll, believe"
"You know her. Of course"
Rather! She teaches music"
80 Miss Devereux is the music
teacher. is she? Should you call her
a popular teacher?"
"The girls call her'-she seemed
moved to mirth by the recollection
Miss Prim and Prosy"
"Ugh!" l exclaimed sympathetically.
"Tall and hungry looking, with long
talons that pound the keys with grim
delight. ] know the sort"
"She's a sight!"-and my guide
laughed approvingly. But we have
to take her; she's part of the treat
ment."
'You speak of st. Agatha's as
s though 1t were a sanatorium."
"Oh, it's not so bad; there are
worse"
sa We approached the gate. Her in
difference to the storm delighted me.
Here, thought in my admiration, is a
real product of the Western owrld. 7
felt that we had made strides toward
such a comradeship as 1t is proper
should exist between school girl in
her teens and a male neighbor of 27.
j was-going back to English fiction
the young squire walking home with
the curate's pretty young daughter
and conversing with fine condescen-
sion.
I'VE girls all wish we could come
over and help hunt the lost treasure.
1t must he simply splendid to live In
house where there's mystery--se
cret passages and chests of doubloons
and all that sort of thing! Ny! Suuire
Glenarm. suppose you spend all
your nights exploring secret pass
ages?"
" This free expression Of opinion
startled me, though she seemed Who'll.
ly innocent of impertinence.
,"Who says there's any secret about
the house?" demanded.
"Oh, Ferguson, the gardener, and all
the girls!''
II fear Ferguson is drawing on his
Imagination"
n We'll, all the people in the village
.sthink so. Iye heard the candy shop
woman speak of it often"
"She'd better attend to her taffy."
u retorted.
" "Oh, you mustn't be sensitive about
Z it! All us girls think it ever so ro.
mantle, and we call you sometimes
the lord of the realm, and when we
see you walking through the darkling
wood at evenfall we say, My lord is
brooding upon the treasure chests"
This, delivered in the stilted tone
aof one who was half quoting and half
dmprovisine, was irresistibly funny.
and laughed with good will.
g. Il hope you've forgiven me" I
kicked the gate to knock off the snow,
a and took the key from my pocket.
~ "But haven't, Mr.. Glenarm. Your
assumption is, to say the leasa un-
: =warranted-I got that from a book"
1t isn't fair for you to know my
ssname and for me not to know yours"
~ said leadingly.
\ You are Mr.. John Glanarm-the
\ gardener told me-and / am Just
Olivia. They don't allow ME to be
called Miss yet. I'm very young,
sSir!'
6 You've only told me half-and /
kept my hand on the closed gate.
The snow still fell steadily and the
short afternoon was nearing it's close.