The Brownsville daily herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1897-1910, 1909-06-05
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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 sor
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"
s.I'Te promised to settle that; but
/ must hurry now. VIII you meet me
at the Glenarm boathouse at eight?
If I'm not there, wait. I shall have
something for you to do"
Meanwhile I'm turned out of your
house, am I? But positively decline
to go until I'm fed"
AS I got into fresh coat he played
a lively tune on the electric bell, and
left him giving his orders to the
butler.
was treasured by the sound Of
voices as passed under the windows
of st. Agatha's, and Sister Margaret
met me in the hall with smiling face.
Luncheon waits. We viii go out at
once. Everything has passed off
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 a tall vase so that
Rosalind was well 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 1 had thought it
before. But we were cast at once
upon deep waters.
Helen, where did you find that ar
ticle on Charles Lamb you read the
other evening? I have looked for it
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.
1T was in the Round World. That
article We were reading on The Au-
thorship 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
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 a 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 a glass
Of water, and stopped to pick UP my
napkin.
ivan Arsdel, wasn't it ?" asked Rosa
lind, instantly.
Yes; so it 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 the
same artist, and she had boldly risked
the guess. Sister Margaret and 1
were frightened into a discussion of
the possibilities of aerial navigation,
with vague notion, think, of keep
ing the talk in the air, and 1t suflced
until we had concluded the simple lun-
cheon. walked beside Miss Pat to
the parlor. The sky had cleared, and
1 preached a drive at once. 1 had
read in the newspapers that a consid-
cradle body of regular troops was
passing near Annandale on practice
march from Fort Sheridan to a rem
devious at some point south of us.
Let Us go and see the soldiers" l
suggested.
Every well, Larry" she said Eve
can make believe they are sent out to
do honor to my birthday. You are a
thoughtful boy. I can never thank you
for all your consideration and kind
ness. And you VIII not fall to find
Arthur am asking vou no mes
tions; I'd rather not know where he
is. I'm afraid Of truth" She turned
her head away quickly-we were seat
ed by ourselves in a corner of the
room. 81 am afraid, am afraid to
ask"
He is well; quite well shall have
news of him tonight"
She glanced across the room to
where Rosslind and Sister Margaret
talked quietly together 1 felt. Miss
Pats hand touch mine, and suddenly