Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-02-02

>O~A VIZ PA"J3 &4A. DOAOS0A, 1 udV0
even seen it acted"
Il did not mean to reflect on your
Intelligence, which is acute enough: or
on your attainments, which are suf-
ticient; Or on your experience of life,
well spoken! I really believe that
l am liking you better all the time,
Mr.. Donovan"
my heart is swollen with gratitude.
You heard my talk with your father at
his cottage last night. And then you
flew back to Miss Pat and played the
hypocrite with the artlessness of Rosa
lind-the real Rosalind."
did L? Then I'm as clever as am
wicked. You, no doubt, are as wise as
you are good"
She folded her ans with a. quick
movement, the better, 1 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 we'll within his rights in capturing
you. And. more than that. you drew
to our place some enemies of your
own who may yet do us grave injury"
They we're no enemies of mine!
Didn't you hear me debating that mat
ter with your father? They were his
enemies and they bounced 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 you know?" demanded,
bending closer toward her.
Because my father tells me So!
That was the reason he chose it,
HE wanted a place to hide when
the cities became too hot for him. I
advise you, Miss Holbrook, in view of
all that has happened, and If you have
any sense Of decency left, to keep
away from there"
And 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 very bad light
II am not asking your admiration,
| Miss Holbrook''
you may save yourself the trou.
ble!" she flashed; and then laughed
out merrily. LET us not be so alb
surd! 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 will not be
| settled by words-I am sure of that. !
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 will call the Duchess in
| exile; and we were speaking mo-
ment ago of the Fool. Well, yes;
there was Fool
Il might take the part myself, If
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 liefer call him Or
| lando?" ventured.
| LET me see," she pondered, bending
her head; then: 20, that's a brave
man! 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 filter, 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 Celia's speech, but we'll
rendered. Let us consider that you
are Rosalind, Celia, Viola and Ariel
all In one. And shall be those i'm
mortal villains of old tragedy-f1rst,
second and third murtherer; or, If it
suit you better, let me be 1ago for
honesty; Othello for great adventures;
Hamlet for gloom; Shylock for relent.
lessness, and Romeo for love-sick.
ness.''
Again she bent her head: then draw.
| Ing a little away and c]asping her
hands, she quoted: "'Come, WOO me,
WOO me: for now an IN q holiday