The Irish standard., 1907-03-02

venturer; but you can tell Sister The
resa or Pickering or anybody you
please that I'm ten times as bad as
I've ever been painted. Now clear out
Of here"
knocked about the library all morn
ing without easing my spirit, and
after luncheon l went of for tramp
Winter had indeed come and pos.
sessed the earth. and it had given me
new landscape. The snow continued
to fall in great, heavy fakes, and the
ground was whitening fast.
A rabbits track caught my eye and
followed 1t, hardly conscious that
did so. Then the clear print of two
small shoes mingled with the rabbits
trail. A few moments later picked
up an overshoe, probably lost in the
chase by one of Sister Theresa's girls.
I reflected. | remembered that while
memorabilia from school girl acquaint-
ances, and here I was beginning a
new series with string of beads and
m overshoe!
A rabbit ia always an attractive
quarry. Few things besides riches are
so elusive. and the little fellows have.
I am sure. a shrewd humor peculiar to
themselves. rather envied the school
girl who had ventured forth for walk
In the first snow storm Of the season.
and recalled Aldrich's turn on Gau-
tiers lines as / followed the double
trail:
"Howe'er you tread, tiny mould
Betrays that light foot all the same:
Upon this Rlistening, snowy fold
At every step it signs your name.
A pretty autograph. indeed! The
snow fell steadily and l tramped on
over the joint signature of the girl and
the rabbit. Near the lake they parted
company, the rabbit leading off at
tangent, OH line parallel with the
lake, while his pursuer's steps pointed
toward the boat house.
There was, so far as I knew, only
one student of adventurous blood at
ST. Agatha's. and | was not in the least
surprised to see, on the little sheltered
balcony of the boat house, the red tam
o-shanter. She wore. too, the covert
coat remembered from the day saw
her first from the wall. Her back was
toward me as drew near; her hands
were thrust into her pockets. She
was evidently enjoying the soft ming
ling of the snow with the STILL blue
waters of the lake; and girl and
snow storm are, If you ask my opin.
ion. pretty combination. The fact OF
girls facing a winter storm argues
nightly in her favor.-testifies, if you
will allow me, to a serene and daunt-
less spirit for one thing. and sound
constitution for another.
] ran up the steps, my cap in one
hand. her overshoe in the other. She
drew back trifle, just enough to bring
my conscience to it's knees.
Il didn't mean to listen that day. 1
just happened to be on the wall, and
It was a thoroughly underbred trick
my twitting you about it--and should
have told you before if I'd known how
to see you-"
May trouble you for that shoe?"
she said with tremendous dignity.
They taught that cold dlsdain OF
man, suppose. as required study at
st. Agatha's.
'Oh. certainly! Won't you allow
me?"
Thank you, no!"
She took the damp bit Of RUBBER
wet overshoe, even il small and hal
lowed by associations, isn't pretty-as
Venus might have received soft
shell crab from the hand OF a fresh
young norman. I was between her
and the steps to which her eyes turned
longinglS.
"Of course, if you won't accept my
apology I can't do anything about it.;
but I hope you understand that I'm
sincere and humble, and anxious to be
forgiven
You seem to he making good deal
of small matter"
RI wasn't referring to the overshoe!"
[ said.
She did not relent.
eff you'll only go away"
She rested one hand against the
corner Of the boat house, while she
affixed the overshoe to her foot. She
wore. noticed, brown gloves with
cuffs.
How can go away! You children
are always leaving things about for
me to pick up. I'm perfectly worn out
carrying some girls beads about with
me; and spoiled good glove on
your overshoe."
"1rl relieve you Of the beads. II you
please"
She thrust her hands into the pock-
cts of her coat and shook the tam-o'-
shanter slightly. to establish 1t in a
more comfortable spot on her head.
The beads had been in my corduroy
coat since found them. I drew them
out and gave them to her.
THANK you; thank you very much"
"Of course they are yours, Miss"
She thrust them into her pocket.
"Of course they're mine" she said
Indignantly, and turned to 20.
'tyVe'11 waive, nroof Of nronerty and