The Morris County chronicle., 1907-10-08

S0ali we go lnLO the SalOu, JnlS ~
such tiny placer
tOh, we are snug enough here.
And how are you, my dear? You
haven't said 'good-morning to your
old father yet"
my old fatheri'' leaning her head
against him for an instant, with in
expressible loving grace; why, he is
younger than | am, Mr.. Glynn. When
l have been brooding over my book or
work always feel as if some bright,
pleasant playfellow had come to
rouse me when my father walks in.
Thar" said Lambert, looking
over. with infinite pride and queer
expressive nod and toss of the head
| to Glynn, as if to say, What do you
think of your old fighting, gaming,
| hand-to-mouth comrade now?" TITS
not every old cuss that can find nice
young lady to say so much for him,
hey?" he said aloud.
~ quite understand it," returned
Glynn, smiling, his eyes full of ten
der admiration. What a curious
puzzle the whole thing was How
had Lambert alias Merriek, or Mer-
rick alias Lambert, found the funds
to keep up this establishment, which,
modest as it was, must cost six or
seven hundred year? Honestly, he
hoped, though from certain dimly-re-
membered traits he feared the lively,
boyish Lambert was not the most
scrupulous of men, Still, regard for
SO sweet, so refined daughter must,
ought to keep him straight
1'You are fond of reading, Miss
LAMBERT" asked Glynn.
Yes, very fond; and this is such a
delightful English book. l like it
much better than French poetry"
MAY see?"
Certainly" handing it to him.
"Ah, The Lady of the Lake. that
is a very old friend; l thought mod
ern young ladies had left such child
ish productions far behind
Childish! what can you meant
Why, it is SO clear and vivid; all
most feel the mountain air as / read;
and that combat between Fitz-James
and Roderick, only man could have
written that"
Il must read it again, said Glynn,
half to himself, as he turned over the
pages; 81 have not seen it since
was a boy
You have not read many English
books, perhaps?"
Very few books of any kind, and
those chiefly since / left school, II
is great delight; but I read very
slowly, indeed am slow about every.
thing, not that enjoy the less"
II am sure you learned music
quickly"
II can always pick up airs, and
even long pieces by ear, but I do not
think I learned by note quickly
TELL me-" asked Glynn, moved by
a sudden impulse, did you enjoy the
races last Sunday at Auteuil?
should not imagine racing an amuse-
ment suited to YOU
But was amused; the crowd and
the brightness made pleasant pic
ture." Then with a sudden recollec-
tion, But how do you know / was
at the races; they were long ago, be-
fore l knew your"
A strange thrill of triumph shiv-
cred through Glynn's veins at this
implied admission that her acquaint-
ance with him was an event to date
from.
81 saw you there, and feared you
might have seen me, for was with a
man who gazed at you almost rudely.
because you reminded him of some
one, and did not wish you to asso-
ciate me with him in your mind"
Was he tall, haughty-looking
man, very English and rather dis
tingue?"
"Yes."
Then did see~him, but not with
you; it was just before we came
away. He walked up to the carriage,
and looked into my face. I felt
frightened. Why did he do it? OF
whom did / remind him? Some one
he did not like, am sure"
THAT l cannot tell" said GIynn,
thoughtfully, while he remembered
that Deering had no doubt returned
to gaze once more at the face which
had so fascinated him.
HDo you know the gentleman well2
Is he-good, / mean kind, or hard
and cruel? He filed me with a
strange fear; but 1 did not mention it
to my father, because he is so fond,
so anxious about me-
A fortnight had gone by swiftly,
too swiftly, and Glynn was still in
Paris. True, the plans which would
have compelled his presence in Ber-
lin were changed, and he was conse-
quently detained little longer in
the French capital, but he was now
free, and had some weeks at his own
disposal.
To be Continued.
A Real Celebrity.