The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-02-27

pumped hef and lied to her. We.
know he wanted to find out Mr..
Keatcham's abode; he may have got
his clew from her; she knew young
Arnold had been to see him. There's
no telling. only know that In the
interest of keeping roof over our
heads and having our heads whole in.ii
stead OF in pieces from explosives, I
butted In a few days ago when some. /
body wanted Mrs. Melville Winter on
the telephone. I answered It,. The
person asked II was Mrs. Melville
Winter; 1t was strange mans voice.
I don't believe in Christian Science or
theosophy or physics, but do believe
I felt in my bones that here was an
occasion to be canny rather than con.
scientious. You know I can talk like
Millicent-or anybody else; so I in.
toned through the telephone in her
silken Anglican accents. DO you want
Mrs. Melville Winter or Aunt Re.
becca, Madam Winter?' I hate to be
called Madam Winter, and she knows
1t, but Millicent is catty, you know,
and she always calls me Madam Win.
ter behind my back. The fellow fell
into the trap at once-recognized the
voice, I dare say, and announced that
1t was Mr.. Makers; Mr.. Atkins, who
had left for Japan, had not been able
to pay his respects and say good-by:
but he had left with him an embrofd.
cred Chinese kimono for Prof. Win.
ter, whom he had admired 80 much;
and II 1t wouldn't be too much trouble
for her to pay visit to her friend
ono of those women she had to lunch
con, who's at the st. Francis-hs
would like to show her several left by
Mr.. Atkins, for her to select one. Then
In the most casual way, he asked after
Mr.. Keatcham's health. believed ha
was improving: had had a very good
night. fancy 1t didn't please him,
but he made a good pretense. Then
he went of into remarks about its be.
ing such pity Mr.. Atkins had left
Mr.. Keatchem: but he was so con.
sc1enttous, southern gentleman I
knew; yet he really thought a great
deal still Of Keatcham, who had many
fine qualities; only on account Of the
unfortunate differences-Atkins was
so proud and sensitive; he was anx.
ious to hear. but not for the world
would he have any one know that he
had inquired; SO would be.very care.
full not to let any one know he had
asked. OF course I would be: I prom.
Used effusively; and said quite under
stood think dn tOo"
They are keeping tab on us through
Millicent," fumed the colonel. Il dare
say she gave 1t away that Arnold was
visiting Keatcham at the hotel; and
It wouldn't take Atkins long to piece
out good deal more, especially IL his
spy overheard Tracy's phone. Well,
shall warn Millicent-with fog-horn!"
The way he warned Millicent has
been related. But from Millicent he
DETECTED to another subject-the i'm.
pulse Of confession being strong upon
him. He freed his mind about the
stains on Cary MERGERS cuffs; and,
when, at last he sought Millicent he
was in his soul praising his aunt for q
wise old woman. After justice was
disarmed by his miscomprehension OF
Millicent's words, he took out his
cigarette case and began pacing the
garden walks, smoking and humming
little Spanish love song, far older
than the statehood Of California.
La noche esta serena, tranquilo 81
aquilon:
azon.
7 on al as de los cefiros, que vagan Dor
doquier.
volando van mis- suplicas, . ii. bella
mujer!
volando van mis- suplicas. . Il. bella
mujer!
Do I'm corazon que te ANA. recibe 81 Ter
no amor:
No aumentes mas Ia llama, piedad. Q un
Z Ell to muevo q lastima eterno padecer,
Como to amo, amama, bellissima mujerl
Como to amo, amama, bellissma mujcr!s
$50 still and calm the night 10. tH
The very winds asleep.
My hearts so tender sentinel r;
His watch and ward doth keep.
That wander how they will,
And on the wings of zephyrs soft
To thee. q woman fair. to thee
My prayers go nuttering still.
Oh. take the hearts love to thy heart
OF ono that doth adore!
Have pity, add not to the flame
That burns thy troubadour!
And II compassion stirs thy breast
For my eternal woe,
Oh, as I love thee. loveliest
OF women. love me so!
The words belonged to the air
which he had whistled weary week
ago. Young Tracy came along, and
caught up the air. although he was
innocent Of Spanish; he had his man.
dolin on his arm; he protered it to the
colonel. e
Miss Janet has been singing coon
songs to his nibs, who is really getting
almost human" he observed affably:
well, little patience and interest
will reveal new possibilities Of the
Fireless Stove! In man or metal.
Shall we get under his nibs' window
and give him the 'Bedouln Love Song
and I Picked Me Lemon in the Gar