The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1910-03-25
CHAPTER XXI.
A Blue cloak and a Scarlet.

Miss Pat asked me to dine at st.
Agatha's that night. The message
came unexpectedly line on one of
those quaint visiting-cards of hers,
brought by the gardener; and when l
had penned my acceptance l at once
sent the following message by lima
to the boat-makers house at Red
Gate:
ITO Rosalind at Red Gate: 1t Is i'm
portant for y'ai to appear with me at the
Port Annandale casino tonight, and to
meet Reginald Gillespie there. He is
pledged to refer in no way to family af-
fairs. II he should attempt to, you need
only remind him of his promise. He will
imagine that you are some one else, so
please be careful not to tax his imagina-
ton too far. There Is much at stake
which / will explain later. You are to re-
fuse nothing that he may offer you. 1
shall come into the creek with the launch
and call for you at Red Gate.
THE FRESHMAN AT GLENARM.
1.-THE casino dances are very informal
plain white gown and few ribbons.
But don't omit your emerald"
/ was not sure where this project
would lead me, but l committed myself
to il with fair conscience. l reached
st. Agatha's just as dinner was an
nounced and we went out at once to
the small dining room used by the Sis
ter in charge during vacation, where
faced Miss Pat with Helen on one
hand and Sister Margaret on the 9TH
er. They were all in good humor, even
Sister Margaret proving less austere
than usual, and 1t is not too much to
say that we were merry party. Helen
led me with a particular intention to
talk of Irish affairs, and avowed her
own unbelief in the capacity of the
Irish for self-government.
"Now, Helen!" admonished Miss
Pat, as our debate waxed warm.
"Oh, do not spare me! l could not
be shot to pieces in better cause!"
THE trouble with you people," de-
clared Helen with finality, lis that
you have no staying qualities. The
smashing of few heads occasionally
satisfies your islanders, then down go
the necks beneath the yoke. You are
incapable of prolonged war Now, even
the Cubans did better; you must admit
that, Mr.. Donovan!"
She met my eyes with a challenge.
There was no question as to the ami
mus of the discussion; she wished me
to understand that there was war be-
tween us, and that with no great faith
in my wit or powers of endurance she
was setting herself confidently to the
business of defeating my purpose And
| must confess that / liked it in herl
IF we had you for an advocate our
flag would undoubtedly rule the seas,
Miss Holbrookl"
Il dip my colors," she replied, "only
to the long-enduring, not to the valiant
alonei"
"A lady of high renown," l unused
aloud, while Miss Pat poured the cof-
feet. 4" a lady of your own name, was
once more or less responsible for 1T
tie affair that lasted ten years about
the walls of a six-gated city"
Il wasn't named for herl No sugar
tonight, please, Aunt Patl"
stood with her presently by al
open window of the parlor, looking out
upon the night. Sister Margaret had
vanished about her household duties;
Miss Pat had taken up book with the
rather obvious intention of leaving us
to ourselves. expected to start at
eight for my rendezvous at Red Gate,
] and nv ear was alart to the Ginning