The Brownsville daily herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1897-1910, 1909-04-03

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his cottage last night. And then you
few back to Miss Pat and played the
hypocrite with the artlessness of Rosa
lind-the real Rosalind"
did 1? Then I'm as clever as I am
wicked. You. no doubt. are as wise as
you are good"
She folded her ans with a quick
movement, the better, I thought, to
express satisfaction with her own
share of the talk; then her manner
changed abruptly. She rested her
hands on the back Of the bench and
bent toward me.
my father dealt very generously
with you. You were an intruder. He
was well within his rights in capturing
you. And, more than that, you drew
to cur place some enemies of your
own who may yet do US grave injury"
"They were no enemies of minei
Didn't you hear me debating that mat
ter with your father? They were his
enemies and they pounced on me by
mistake. It's not their fault that they
didn't kill mel"
That's a likely story That little
creek is the quietest place in the
world"
How do yon know?" I demanded,
bending closer toward her.
Because my father tells me sol
That was the reason he chose it."
HE wanted a place to hide when
the cities became too hot for him
advise you, Miss HoIbrook, 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 well 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"
q am not asking your admiration,
Miss Holbrook."
You may save yourself the trou-
ble!" she flashed; and then laughed
ont merrily. LET us not be so alb
surdi We are quarreling like two
school children over an apple. It's
really a pleasure to meet you in this
unconventional fashion, but we must
be amiable Our affairs viii not be
settled by words-I am sure of that. l.
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 viii call the Duchess in
exile; and we were speaking a mo-
ment age of the Fool Well, yes:
there was a Fool"
Il 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 Hefer call him Or
lando?" I ventured
let me see" she pondered, bending
her head; then: 90, that's a brave
mani He writes brave verses, speaks
brave words, swears brave oaths and
breaks them bravely, quite traverse,
athwart the heart of his lover; as a
puisny litter, that spurs his horse but
on one side, breaks his staff like a
noble goose; but all's brave that youth
mounts and folly guides"
THAT is CeIia's speech, but well
rendered. Let US consider that you
are Rosalind, Celia, Viola and Ariel
all in one. And I shall be those i'm
mortal villains of old tragedy-frst,
second and third murtherer; or, if it
suit you better, let me be Iago for
honesty; Othello for great adventures;
Hamlet for gloom; Shyiock for relent-
lessness, and Romeo for love-sick-
ness"
Again she bent her head; then draw
ing little away and clasping her
hands, she quoted: leone, WOO me,
WOO me; for now I am in a holiday
humour and like enough to consent.
What would you say to me now. an
| were your very, very Rosalindg"
/ stammered a moment, dim1y re-
calling Orlando's reply in the play.
I did not know whether she were dar-
ing me; and this was certainly not the
girls mood as we had met at st. Aga
tha's. My heart leaped and the blood
tingled in my finger-tips as memory
searched out the long-forgotten scene;
and suddenly threw at her the line:
How if 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 so easy.
Far across the lake a heavy train
rumbled, and its engine blew long
blast for Annandale. felt at that in
slant the unreality of the days events,
with their elimination in this strange
interview on the height above the
lake Never 7 fl1Ouobf had man mar