Alaska sentinel., 1907-04-04

ing odds and ends of things as they came Into her head.
 What's that?" asked the Hon. Charles.
 Something out of The Belle of May fair but I forget the name," said the girl.
 Charley Duguid called to mind that Robin Seamore had been whistiing tunes out of that most popular piece all the morning, and the notion set him thinking.
 Strange thing that Seamore should suddenly take 1t Into his head to cut of to India, isn't itp he said careless | ly.
 What did you sayr asked the girl, stopping the music and swinging round on the music stool. There was surprise in her voice, and something more than surprise.
 Hes going to turn tea planter"
 The girl turned away, because her visitor was looking at her, and she was conscious that her face was scarlet.
 Isn't 1t rather sudden?" she asked, with elaborate carelessness.
 Tt Is just a trifie sudden. We came across an old school fellow last night who offered him a job, and he took 1t. That's all."
 The girl began to play again, but she played softly and absently, as If she was thinking of something else.
 "When-when does he start?
 Tomorrow morning"
 The plano became silent Then for a few bars she played very loudly, and finally broke otf with noisy cascade of discord.
 You must be dying for cup of tea," she said. "What wretch l am to sit here strummlngw
 "No hurry," said MT. Duguid amia- ply, and he reflected that, now that she had gone deadly pale, she was even prettier than when she blushed-
 "So many people go to India, don't they" she remarked.
 Heaps of people"
 q do hope he'll be successful"
 "So do l."
 Let me see, do you take sugarT she asked, balancing a lump aloft in the silver tongs with a charming smile.
 No, thanks"
 She put the lump in his cup and then another, and he bore 1t accomplishing ly.
 "Is your tea quite as you like itl" she asked.
 "Jolliest cup of tea l ever tasted" said the Hon. Charles Duguid, lying gallantly. Poor old Bobbiel l think he feels 1t, though, of course, he won't own up. Can't think why he's going" "Itis funny" said the girl, looking as If, so far from being funny, she thought It tragic. "He-he didn't say anything about 1t yesterday"
 He feels his poverty very acutely." Miss Farebrother frowned charming ly and bit her lips. Don't you think that's silly?"
 Mir. Duguid remained silent
 Being poor doesn't make people any better or worse than they are," she said, argumentatively. If you-like a person you don't stop to ask what his income is, do youY'
 MT. Duguid laid down his empty cup and looked at her gravely. If were heiress to the best part of a million," he said, "I don't know what I should do. But"
 Well, go on."
 If were in love with such a girl, and my Income were no more than Boobies, should-I should go to h. dia."
 Then his manner changed back to the approved gaiety of an afternoon caller. And now l must really be going"
 "Why hurry away" said the girl.
 She had again seated herself at the piano and was playing softly. But she was not playing comic opera now.
 q promised to meet Robbie at G."
 "I daresay he'll call here tonight" said the girl, In a strained voice.
 "I don't think 50. He said he didn't iNteIu lo SoAi ou ony one' hiS uotiou Is to get away quietly and make no fuss"
 A little melody continued to trickle from the plano, but the fingers appear ed to be in difficulty, for the proportion of wrong notes was outrageous
 Shall say good-by to him for you?" he asked, mercilessly. He leaves Vic torla at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning." She nodded.
 Good afternoon, Miss Farebrother.