The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1909-12-31
CHAPTER vi.
A Sundays Mixed Affairs,

| sundays mixed AnairS.
The faithful lima opened the door
of Glenarm House, and after 1 had
swallowed the supper he always had
ready for me when kept late hours,
! established myself in comfort on the
terrace and studied the affairs of the
house of Holbrook until the robins
rang up the dawn On their hint l
! went to bed and slept until lima
came in at ten o'clock with my coffee.
An old hymn chimed by the chapel
bells reminded me that it was Sunday.
Services were held during the sum-
| mer, 80 the house servants informed
me, for the benefit of the cottagers at
Port Annandale; and walking to our
| pier l soon saw flotilla of launches
and canoes steering for st. Agatha's.
| l entered the school grounds by the
Glenarm gate and watched several
smart traps approach by the lake
road, depositing other devout folk at
the chapel
The sight of bright parasols and
modish gowns, the semi-urban Sunday
that had fallen in this quiet corner Of
the world, as though out of the bright
blue above, made all the more unreal
my experiences OF the night. And
just then the door Of the main hall Of
st. Agatha's opened and forth came
Miss Pat. Helen Holbrook and Sister
Margaret and walked toward the
chapel. ~
/ 1t was Helen who greeted me first.
Aunt Pat can't Withstand the temp
tations of day like this. We're
chagrined to think we never knew
this part Of the world before!''
I'm sure there is no danger" said
Miss Pat. smiling at her own timidity
as she gave me her hand. l thought
that she wished to speak to me alone,
but Helen fingered at her side, and
It was she who asked the question
that was on her aunt's lips
| I'VE are undiscovered? You have
heard nothing Mr. Donovan?"
Nothing, Miss Holbrook,' said:
and turned away from Miss Pat
whose eyes made lying difficult--to
Helen, who met my gaze with charm
ing candor
And took account Of the girl anew
as walked between her and Miss Pat
through a trellised lane that alter
mated crimson ramblers and purple
clematis, to the chapel, Sister Marga
ret's brown-robed figure preceding us
The open sky, the fresh airs of morn
Ing, the bird-song and the; smell Of
verduous earth In themselves gave
Sabbath benediction. l challenged al
my senses as I heard Helen's deer
voice running on in light banter with
her aunt. 1t was not possible, that
had seen her through the dusk onl,
the day before, traitorously meeting
her father. the foe Of this dear OLE
4 lady who walked beside me. It wa
an impossible thing; the thought wa
unchivalrous and unworthy of any
man calling himself gentleman. N,
one 30 wholly beautiful. no one witt
her voice, her steady tranquil eyes
i could, | argued. do Ill. And yet 7 ha,
seen and heard her; might hav'
touched her as she crossed my pat
j and ran down 70 the houseboat!
She wore to-day q white and gree,
Il gown and trailed q green parasol 4
q whiteagloved hand. Her small roun
hat with Its sharply upturnedi brim In
N parted new sfranKness to her fact
/ Several times she looked at me quicl
J, Isly-she was almost my own height-
and there was no questioning the PEE
feet honesty Of her splendid eyes.
! We hoped You might drop IA ye