The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-05-29

to prove you words: You are quite
sure of Nourself?"
TRY me- he replied.
She pointed to the fSherlnap's bar
row covered With some freshly caught
plaice. That is your first task. Take
that barrow and carry those fish for
me along the parade. Then shall l
know that YOU do not despise the call
ing of my father."
drove the warm blood into Ned face
until il was as scarlet as q cardinals
hat and for Il few seconds he stood
Still and said nothing.
She watched him %attentively. Well.
my gallant dragon-slaycr, is The task
too hard for you"'
At the sound of her mocktng words
he recovered himself. in sooth, my
lady" ne replied. It's the oasiness of
it that has Disappointed me. ! had
hoped for a foe more worthy of my
steel"
and he that Is faithfu in a few
thinss-so. if O are not ashamed
lie pushed h barrow into the
street. Since thy father is Il servant
OF st. Peter. 'twould i'll become his
family to be ashamed of the calling
of the apostle" she said. But he
thought otherwise. He pictured the
look upon the face of his father. the
bishop; the horror-stricken expression
of his respectable mother. and the
s%cornful grief of his superior sisters
could they see him now. And, as he
thought of thcir CONSERVATION. his
feeling of modification changed to one
Of amusement. and he laughed mer-
rily to himself rs he turned on to the
parade.
At first his appearance created Il
good deal OF attention. a well-set-up
young man In Panama hat. spotless
flannels. and light brown boots. push
ing a barrow OF place. was rather a
change from the usual mahogany
faced, blue-jerscyed, sea-booted boat
man. But he huckled himself to 1t.
and soon a crowd Of gay1y dressed
people, ready to welcome any dis
traction, however trivial. stood still
and watched him as he passed, listen
ing with an amused expression on
their faces to the customary fisher
mans cry Of Rye bay plaice, Rye
bay place" rendered IN Il light, mu-
steal baritone.
Ignoring the bands of children who
gathered at his heels and the gen
eral interest he was creating. Ned
went doggcdly M with his task, and,
before he reached the south end of
the parade, succeeded in disposing of
most of his goods. ella had not stip-
ulated that he should sell the fish at
any particular price, and he took ad-
vantage of her omission to ask a con
siderabfy lower figure than that usual
ily charged. But his ordeal was not
quite over
They look nice FISH" said a lady
accompanied by a cavalier. arrayed IN
an eNeglass and a most glorious yacht
ing suit p%erfu1ned with the odor OF
Araby. The amateur fisherman looked
up. There was no mistaking Harold
Mortimer. the biggest dandy in the
temple. Their eyes met and the lat
ter stood dumfounded with amaze
ment.
"How arc you, old chap?' Ned ex-
claimed. mischievcusly holding out q
hand Which bore traces of
his lately adopted occupation. Want
some fish? You can have the 10, for a
couple of bob
Mr.. Mortimer REDEEMED n hesitated.
Yes, send them along to hat address,
he said, pretending not to see Ned's
extended hand. but Gepositing a card
and a couple Of shillings N the barrow
and hurriedly walking o n For a mo-
ment Ned felt inclined TO hurl ms
money after him; but after a few sec
onds he smiled to himself and dropped
the coins into his pocket. Then he de
1ivered the remainder of his fish at the
proper address, and, with a feeling o,
relief, wheeled his empty barrow In the
direction OF the market.