Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-04-16

incoming about with his hands in his
pockets. 1t was not nice of you, Mona"
If he wanted me why didn't he look
for met"
Il believe he did look for YOU"
well, he will look better next time!"
Mona said, with a pout.
Mona, where were your"
Pm sure l don't know. On the lower
terrace perhaps; we all went out to hear
the pipers. They played Jock O'Hazel-
DEAN Do you know Jock OHazeldean,'
mother2
WI Jack o. Hazeldean."
Mona, L am not pleased with you'll"
vexed Lord Trefoil, and you have vexed
me. did not think one evenings pleas
ure would have turned your head"
My head is not turned" Mona
laughed, wriggiing from under her
hands; but if Lord Trefoil thinks am
pear ready to drop into his mouth"
For shame, Mona!"
Il don't care!" Mona said defantly
I'm not baby, to be ordered about,
and l won't be treated like one!"
IF you behave like a spoilt child you
must expect to be treated as one" her
mother said seriously. you cannot play
fast and loose with Lord Trefoi as YOU
might with boys like Jack Bannatyne or
this Mr.. Ogilvie saw you dancing with
You must remember that"
Mona gave her head little toss.
IF he doesn't like me, he needn't have
mel" she said
Mrs. Gerard gave it up, But she
thought it was rather good sign that
Mona was beginning to show pique at
the supposed want of enthusiasm in Lord
Trefoil's wooing.
swell, 60 to bed, and don't let Jean
keep you chattering till daylight" she
said, as she kissed her good night
"Why, it's daylight already" Mona
said, laughingiy, as she ran out of the
room.
Was it daylight! Mrs Gerard drew
aside the window curtains. Hardly vet,
but dawn was gray on the horizon, and,
to her surprise, a soft fine rain was
falling. She opened the loaded easement
and leaned out the mist was like cool
fingers on her forehead For a long time
she stood there, and when at last she
turned back to the warm lamplight her
face had strange dazed look. like the
face of a person who has come a long.
long distance by a road he did not
know
Not you'll" she said aloud, and threw
her hand out, as though warding off
some presence in the dusky room. ''You
are stranger to me- The boy knew
twenty years ago is dead-he is dead
and buried, like the other. But | am
glad he cared. II shall always be glad
to remember that!"
The next morning was lowering and
wet, contrary to all expectations. a high
wind from the southeast soughing in the
tops of the frs. The sail was postponed.
and the Gerrards returned to Ardcaein
after luncheon, even Mona seeming glad
to get home to Laddie and the squirrels.
On the afternoon of the third dav
Lord Trefoil walked up from the castle
to say that if Mrs. Gerard pleased thev
would fix the following day for the
cruise.
Entering the garden by the short cut
through the ir-wood, he found her rak-
ing the narrow gravel walks between
borders she had just succeeded in clip
ping into some semblanee of order. She
had put gardening apron over her
black gown, and she thrust her garden
ing gloves into the pocket when She saw
him coming, and went little wav to
meet him.
81 think this breeze will hold" he said,
when he had explained his errand. but
the glass is steady."
He glanced round the garden. leaning
on his stick He was dressed in gray
and he wore Panama hat, which rather
suited his southern type. Mrs Gerard
saw the glance.
Mona went out for a ramblc with her
dog an hour or two ago. she said. "but
it is nearly o'clock, and she knows |
like her to be in to tea. Won't YOU come
indoors-or would you rather sit out
here? We sometimes have tea under the
expresses here. We have the sun an
hour later than on the front of the
house, because of the opening to the
glen"
ut sounds rather melancholy" he
said, but think you always did like
rather melancholy things"
"There is nothing tragic in my melan-
choly," she said, with her rather wistful
smile. Sometimes, when l am hustled
about IN a ball ROOM for instance. l feel
as if little lonely sadness would be a
luxury; but her is Mona" she added, as
she throw down her rake and hurried to
meet her daughter.
Mona lad been mp on the moors, she
said; she and Laddie had taken quite a
long walk.
They had tea on the little rustic table
urder the expresses. The level rays of
the sun, sinking beyond the glen, and
glancing on the few tall hollyhocks in
the borders, lighted up Lord Trefoil's
brown visage as he sat, bare headed, be-
side Mona on the bench; they lighted up
the girls round cheeks and sky eyes, but
they left the elder woman's face in shnd-
ow as she sat fronting the lovers, for
lovers they appeared to be, though Mona
pouted once or twice when he seemed,
or seemed to her. TO treat her too much
like a silild, tepsing and petting her
alternately a. though, as she said TO her
mother when he had gone, with little
air OF pique, she were years old.
my darling her mother said, "he was
only in fun. You are child in years
compared to MIN"
M, al