The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-05-29

blcuglfl from farmers garden near
by, as an offering for Aunt Pats birth.
day. And you will both be there to
keep me from making mistakes"
Then after. luncheon we shall drive
until Miss Pats birthday dinner; and
the dinner shall be on the terrace at
G]enarm, which is even now being
decorated for fete occasion And be.
fore the night is old Helen shall be
back. Good luck attend US ALL"
said; and we parted in the best of
spirits.
had forgotten Gillespie, and was
surprised to find him at the table in
my room, absorbed in business papers
Button, button, who's got the but
toni" he chanted as he looked me
over. "You appear to have been swim.
ming in your clothes. had my mail
sent out here. I've got to shut down
the factory at Ponsocket. The thought
Of 1t bores me extravagantly. What
times luncheon?"
Whenever you ring three times.
I'm lunching out"
"Ladies?" he asked, raising his
brows. You appear to be a little so.
cial favorite; couldn't you get me in
on something? How about dinner?"
II am myself entertaining at dinner;
and your name isn't ON the list, I'm
sorry to say, Buttons. But tomorrow!
Everything will be possible to.mor.
row. I expect Miss Pat and Helen
here tonight It's Miss Pats birthday,
and want to make it happy day for
her. She's going to settle with Henry
as soon as some preliminaries are ar.
ranged, SO the wars nearly over"
"she can't settle with him until
something definite is known about Ar.
thur. If he's really dead"
1--WE promised to settle that; but
I must hurry now. Will you meet me
at the -Glenarm boathouse at eight?
If I'm not there, wait. l shall have
something for you to do"
Meanwhile I'm turned out Of your
house, am L? But positively decline
to go until I'm fed"
AS got into fresh coat he played
lively tune on the electric bell, and
/ left him giving his orders to the
butler.
l was treasured by the sound of
voices as passed under the windows
of st. Agathas, and Sister Margaret
met me in the hall with smiling face.
Luncheon waits. We will go out at
once. Everything has passed of
smoothly, perfectly"
/ did not dare look at Rosalind until
we were seated in the dining room.
Her sweet peas graced the center Of
the round table, and Sister Margaret
had placed them in tall vase so that
Rosalind was we'll screened from her
aunt's direct gaze. The sister had
managed admirably. Rosalind's hair
was swept up in exactly Helen's poma-
dour; and in one of Helen's white
gowns, with Helen's own particular
shade Of scarlet ribbon at. her throat
and wrist, the resemblance was even
more complete than. had thought 1t
before. But we we're cast at once
upon deep waters.
3 Helen, where did you find that ar
ticle on Charles Lamb you read the
other evening? have looked for 1t
| everywhere"
Rosalind took rather more time than
was necessary to help herself to the
asparagus, and my heart sank; but
Sister Margaret promptly saved the
day.
ut was in the Round World. That
article we were reading on The Au.
thorshfp Of the Collects is In the same
number"
Eyes; Of course" said Rosalind,
turning to me.
Art seemed a safe topic; and !
steered for the open, and spoke in a
large way, out OF my ignorance, of
Michelangelo's influence, winding up
| presently with suggestion that Miss
Pat should have her portrait painted
This was a successful stroke, for we
all fell into discussion of contem.
! poraneous portrait painters about
whom Sister Margaret fortunately
knew something; but cold chill went
down my back moment later when
Miss Pat turned upon Rosalind and
asked her a direct question:
Helen, what was the name Of the
artist who did that miniature of your
mother?"
Sister Margaret swallowed q glass
OF water, and stopped to pick up my
napkin.
Evan Arsdel, wasn't it," asked Rosa.
lind, instantly.
Eyes; so 1t was" replied Miss Pat.
Luck was favoring US, and Rosalind
was rising to the emergency splen.
didly. 1t appeared afterward that her
own mother had been painted by tho
(; same artist. and she had boldly risked
the guess. Sister Margaret and I
were frightened into a discussion of
. the possibilities of aerial navigation.
with a vague notion, think, of keep.
ing the talk in the air, and It sufflced
until we had concluded the simple lun.
cheon. walked beside Miss Pat to
the parlor. The sky had cleared, and
! preached drive at once. ] had
, read In the newspapers that a consid.
cradle body Of regular troops was
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