The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-04-30

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body; and when verarida CONVERSE.
ton drifted toward scandal, the Cav
enaugh girls invariably drifted to.
ward the farther end of the veranda
All the men admired them; they were
such good fellows.
The mother Of the girls was, as 7
have remarked, good-natured and ami.
able, inclined toward stoutness. and
q willing listener to all that was going
on. She considered it her bounden
duty to keep informed regarding the
doings of her intimate friends. hut
with total lack of malice. At this mo.
ment she occupied her favorite corner
on the club veranda, and was en-.
gagged in animated tittle-tattle. She
nodded and smiled at Darlington.
Norah was playing tennis. She
waved her racket at the new arrival.
Darlington was her beau-ideal
He hurried into the dressing room
and shortly returned in his golf fan
nels. He was sturdy chap, not at all
handsome, but possessing counter
ance full of strong lines. He inspired
your trust and confidence. which is far
better than inspiring your admiration.
II am not going to play to-day"
said Kate, 80 Ill follow over the
course and watch you play. l haven't
seen you for whole week; and
can't talk and play, too." smiling.
forward, them" cried Darlington,
reckoning to his caddy.
He played a nervous, fidgety game
that afternoon. Every time he teed
his ball the document spoke from his
pocket with an ominous crackle. There
was not one brilliant stroke to his
credit. This puzzled the girl, for only
the previous week he had been run
ner-up in the annual tournament. for
crack amateurs. He made the ninth
hole indifferently, then turned to the
girl, smiling whimsically.
"You are not playing up to your
form to-day, john" she observed.
81 admit it," he replied, tossing his
club to the caddy, who. we'll versed
in worldly affairs, serenely shouldered
the bag and made off toward the club
house. my heart isn't in the game,
Kate. The fact is, I'm in peck Of
trouble" He determined to tell her
at once. There might not be another
opportunity like this.
"Why, john" reproachfully.
ooh, it came only yesterday.
haven't been hiding it, Pm in a kind
of pocket, and can't exactly see my
way out. I want your advice; and you
must be the jury and Judge rolled into
one"
They were standing on hill, and
far away they could see the pale line
where the shimmering summer sea
met the turquoise bowl of heaven.
Tell me what your difficulty is.
John. and I will judge it the best l
know how"
He never knew what simple,
beautiful name John was till it fell
from the lips of this girl. Many called
him Jack; but only his mother and
this girl called him John. He mo-
toned toward the sandbox, and they
sat down. The other players we're
we'll scattered about, out of hearing.
He made out his case skillfully
enough, giving his plaintiff and de.
PENDANT fictitious names. The thing
grew SO real to him, as he went on.
that toward the end he rose to the
dramatics. The girl listened, but with
never a glance at him. Rather her
gaze roved over the dancing gray wa
tiers and followed the lonely white sail
that stood out to sea. And when he
reached the climax. silence of some
duration fell upon them.
Should this man be punished?' he
asked at length.
HE is guilty; he has broken two
laws, the civic and human. Oh. the
poor people!" pathetically. "They are
never at peace; the wolf harries them,
and the jackal; they are robbed, beat
en- and spurned. They are like sheep,
not knowing how to fight They ar
rest man for his poverty; they ap-
plaud him for his greed. 1t is all
very wrong"
The sail fell under the shadow of
a cloud. and they both watched it
till it flashed into the sunlight again.
"A woman's intuition is sometimes
abnormally keen. You are strong
enough to fight such things without
the advice of woman Is there not
something vital to me in all this? Is
it not-is it not my father, John?"
CHAPTER II.
Darlington faced her swiftly. He