The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-02-26

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1T Didn't Come Here to Pry Into Your
| Family Secrets"
acquit him of any knowledge of the
situation at Kildare that it seemed
kindest to tell him nothing. The Sec
retary's face lost its anxiety for mo-
ment, and he smiled.
".The governor has an old friend
and admirer up there who always puts
jug of fresh buttermilk on board
when he passes through The govern
or was expected home this morning,
and thought maybe"
You're positive it's always butter
milk, are you?" asked Ardmore with
q grin.
Certainly" replied the secretary
with dignity. Gov Dangerfield's
sentiments as to the liquor traffic are
we'll known
"Of course, all the world knows
that. But I'm afraid all jugs look alike
| to me: but then, the fact is I'm in the
| jug business myself. Good morning"
The governors mansion was easily
found. and having walked about tho
n.ighborhood until his watch marked
| II Ardmore entered the grounds and
rang the bell at the front door.
Once within, the air of domestic
peace. the pictures on the walls, a
whip and a felt hat with blue band,
on tie hall table, and a book on
chair in the drawing-room, turned
down to mark the absent readers
| place, rebuked him for his impudence.
He would take the earliest train for
Ardsley and bury himself there for
the remainder OF his days He had
hardly formed this resolution when
a light step sounded in the hall, and
Miss Geraldine Dangerheld stood at
the threshold. His good resolutions
J went down like house of cards.
| Miss Dangerfeld," he began, II had
the pleasure of meeting your father in
New Orleans the other day, and as
was passing through town unexpect-
edly, thought should give myself
the pleasure of calling on him. He
said that in case I found him absent
|
wrote line on card for me to pre-
sent. but I stupidity left it at my
hotel"
They faced each other in the dim,
cool room for what seemed to him
endless centuries. She was much
younger than he had imagined: but
her eyes were blue, just as he re-
|
light hair curled away from her fore
head in pretty waves. and was tied
to-day with large bow of blue rib
bon.
Won't you please sit down, Mr..
Ardmore?"
was another pause, during which the
blue eyes continued to take account
Of him, and he fingered his tie, feel
ing sure that there was something
wrong with it.
Its warm, isn't it,"
II suppose it is. It's way summer
has, of being mostly warm"
| He was quite sure that she was
laughing at him; there was tinge
of irony in the very way in which
she pronounced "wa'm,"< lingeringly,
as though to prolong her contempt for
| his stupidity in not finding anything
better to say.
II enjoyed meeting your father so
| much, Miss Dangerfeld. think we
are always likely to be afraid of great
men, but your father made me feel at
homo ~ Onco And ho to1lc enoh can
| ital stories-I've been laughing over
them ever since I left New Orleans"
81 suppose, Mr. Ardmore. that you
saw papa at the luncheon at the
| Pharos club in New Orleans?'
why, yes, Miss Dangerfield. 1t
was there met the governor"
Are you sure it was there, Mr..
Ardmore?"
why, think that was the place.
7 don't know my New Orleans as l
should, but"
Ardmore was suddenly conscious
that Miss Dangerfield had risen and
that she stood before him, with her
| fair face the least bit flushed, her
blue eyes alight with anger, and that
| the hands at her sides were clenched
nervously.
"My father was not at luncheon at
the Pharos club, Mr.. Ardmore. You
never saw my father in your life. l
know why 1t is you came here, and II
you are not out Of that door in one
second shall call the servants and
have them. throw you out" .