The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-04-10
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bending closer toward her.
Because my father tells me 50!
That was the reason he chose it,"
He wanted a place to hide when
the cities became too hot for him. l
advise you, Miss Holbrook. in view Of
all that has happened. and If you have
any sense Of decency left, to keep
away from there"
and I suggest to you. Mr.. Donovan,
that your devotion to my aunt does
not require you to pursue my father.
You do we'll to remember that a stran-
ger thrusting himself into the affairs
Of family he does not know puts him.
self in a very bad light"
II am not asking your admiration,
Miss Holbrook."
You may save yourself the trou.
ble!" she flashed; and then laughed
out merrily. Let us not be so an
surd! We are quarreling like two
school children over an apple. It's
really pleasure to meet you in this
unconventional fashion. but We must
be amiable. Our affairs will not be
settled by words--T am sure Of that. 7
must beg OF you. the next time you
come forth at night to wear your
cloak and dagger. The stage setting is
fair enough; and the players should
dress their parts becomingly. I am
already named Rosalind-at night;
Aunt Pat we will call the Duchess in
exile; and we were speaking mo.
ment ago Of the Fool. Well, yes;
there was q Fool"
II might take the part myself. II
Gillespie were not already cast for IT,"
"Gillespie?" she said. wonderingly:
then added at once, as though memory
had prompted her: ITO be sure, there
Is Gillespie"
There is certainly Gillespie. Per.
haps you would liefer call him Or.
lando?" veutured.
Let me see" she pondered. bending
her head; then: 20. that's a brave
man! He writes brave verses. speaks
brave words. swears brave oaths and
breaks them bravely, quite traverse.
athwart the heart OF his lover: as =
puisny litter that spurs his horse but
on one side, breaks his STAFF like a
noble goose: but a1l's brave that youth
mounts and folly guides'"
THAT is Celia's speech. hut we'll
rendered. Let us consider that you
are Rosalind. Celia. Viola and Ariel
all In one. And I shall he those i'm
mortal villains Of old tragedy--first.
second and third murtherer; or, II IT.
suit you better let me he 1ago for
honesty: Othello for great adventures:
Hamlet for gloom; Shyock for relent-
lessness. and Romeo for love.sick.
ness
Again she bent her head: then draw
Ing a little away and clasping her
hands, she quoted: "'Come. WOO me,
WOO me; for now 7 am in a holiday
humour and Ike enough to consent.
What would you say to me now, an
I were your very. very Rosalind?'"
stammered moment, dimly re.
calling Orlando's reply in the play.
I did not know whether she were dar.
ing me: ana this was certainly not thu
girls mood as We had met at ST. AKA.
tha's. MY heart lcaped and the blood
tingled In my finger-tips AZ memory
searched out the long forgotten scene;
and suddenly ! threw at her tho line:
How II the kiss be denied?'"
She shrugged her shoulders.
The rehearsal has gone far enough.
Let us come back to earth again."
But this. somehow. was not 80 easy.
Far across the lake a heavy train
rumbled. and its engine blew a long
blast for Annandale. felt at that In
slant the unrea1ity OF the days events,
with their elimination in this strange
Interview on the height above the
lake. Never. ! thought, had man par
leyed with woman on so extraordinary
a business. In the brief silence, while
the whistles echoes rang round the
shore. drew away from the bench
that had stood like barricade be.
tween US and walked toward her. I
did not believe IN her; she had
Haunted her shameful trickery in my
face; and yet felt her spell upon mo
as through the dusk I realized anew
her splendid height, the faint dis
SlOSuFe OI ncT moore ned!u HOU ISIL LNo
glory OF her dark eyes. She did not
draw away. but stood quietly, with her
head uplifted. a light scarf caught
about her shoulders, and on her head
q, round sailors cap, tipped away from
her face
You must go back; must sec you
safely TO st. Agatha's," said.
She turned, drawing the scarf close
under her throat with quick gesture
rs though about to 20. She laughed
with more honest glee than ] had
known In her before, and forgot her
duplicity, forgot the bold game she
was playing, and the consequences TO
which It must lead; my pulses bounded
whom a bit Of her scarf touched my
hand az she f1ung loose end over her
shoulder.
my dear Mr.. Donovan. you propose
the impossible! We are foes, You
must remember. and I cannot accept
your escort
But have guard about the house:
VIM oro 1ilolv IN uof {pfo frnuhlo ~