The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-04-10

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tured boldly.
That does require some ingenuity"
she replied. musingly, "but I am very
flexible character"
But what will bend will break-you
may carry the game too far
"Oh, are you tired of 1t already?'
Not bit of it; but I should like
to make this stipulation with you:
That as you and I seem to be pitted
against each other in this little con-
test. We shall fight 1t all out behind
Miss Pats back. prefer that she
shouldn't know what a." and l hes.
itated.
"Oh. give me a name. won't you?"
she pleaded, mockingly.
are!"
"splendid! We will agree that am
deceiver!"
IF it gives you pleasure! You are
welcome to all the Joy you can get out
Of it,"
please don't be bitter! Let us play
fair. and not stoop to abuse"
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trite enough after that ugly business
of this afternoon. You didn't appear
to be even annoyed by that Italians
effort to smash the launch"
She was silent for an instant: 7
heard her breath come and go quickly:
when she responded with what seemed
a forced lightness:
Hvo,, roo1lv thipl that {rcr{red
by" she suddenly appeared at
loss.
by Henry Holbrook. as you know
we'll enough. And If Miss Pat should
be murdered through his enAnity, don't
you see that your position in the mat
ter would be difficult to explain? Muir
der. my dear young woman. is not
looked upon complacently, even in this
remote corner Of the world"
You seem given TO the use Of
strong language, Mr.. Donovan. Let us
drop the calling OF names and consider
Just where you put me-"
II don't put you at all: you have
taken your own stand. But will say
that was surprised. not to say
panied. to find that you played the
eavesdropper the very hour you came
to Annandale.'
A moments silence; the water muir.
INJURED in the reeds below: an owl
hooted in the Glcnarm wood! a rest.
less bird chirped from its perch in a
maple overhead.
"Oh. to be sure!" she said at last.
You thought was listening while
Aunt Pat unfolded the dark history of
the Holbrooks.'
II knew 1t. though tried to be-
lieve I was mistaken. But when
saw you there on Tippecanoe creek.
meeting your father at the canoe-ma-
ker's house, ] was astounded: did
not know that depravity could 80 SO
far"
"My poor. unhappy. unfortunate IA.
ther!" she said in a low voice; there
was almost moan In II.
II suppose you defend your conduct
on the ground Of filial duty" I smg-
sested, finding It difficult to be severe
why shouldn't I? Who are you to
Judge our affairs? We are the unhap
piest family that ever lived; but
should like you TO know that 1t was
not by my wish that you were brought
into our councils. There is more in
all this than appears!"
There is nothing in IT. but Miss Pat
her security. her peace, her happi-
ness. ! am pledged to her. and tho
rest of you are nothing to me. But
you may tell your father that I have
been 10 rows before and that propose
to stand by the guns"
Il shall deliver your message, Mr..
Donovan; and give you my fathers
thanks for IT," she Knocked.
Your father calls you Rosslind--
before strangers! 7 remarked
Yes. It's fancy Of his she muir.
INJURED. lingeringly. Sometimes tie
Viola. or Perdita. hut, as I think OF It,
It's oftener Rosalind. hope you don't
object, Mr.. Donovan7"
mo, rather like It; It's in keeping
with your variable character. You
seem prone. like Rosslind, to wood.
land wandering. dare say the other
people OF the cast will appear In due
season. So far / have seen only the
Fool
"The Fool? Oh. ycs; there vas
Tombstone. wasn't there?"
II believe It is admitted that there
was"
She laughed; felt that we were
bound to get on better, now that We
understood each other
You are rather proud of your at.
tainments. aren't you? have really
read the play, Mr.. Donovan; have
even seen IT. acted"
II did not mean to reflect on your
intelligence, which Is acute enough; or
on your attainments, which are snf
ficient; or on your experience Of life.
We'll spoken! really believe that
am liking YOU better all the time,
Mr.. Donovan"
MY heart is swollen with gratitude.
You heard my talk with your father at
his cottage last night And then yoD
flew back to Miss Pat and played the
hypocrite with the artlessness Of Rosa.