The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-02-22
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macaroons come a vanilla ice and {
chocolate cream and more maca
rooms! And then-of so generous {
temper is Augustus this afternoon
then they adjourn from the shop tt
the refreshing shade of the awning
outside, and Belinda is told to cal
for whatever cooling drink she
chooses, while Mr.. Jones (who holds
the firmest English belief as to al.
cohol and thermometer at hun
dred and ten in the shade going well
together) orders himself-oh in
what execrable French brandy
and settler, and prepares to smoke a
cigar at her side.
Mr.. Jones smokes his cigar; Belin-
da sips her iced orangeade, Spanish
fashion, through a barquilo, beside
him; and so a drowsy hour glides
away. Then the sun slips westward
behind the topping old scarlet
rooted, many-storied houses that
form the seaboard of st. Jean de Luz,
and comparative GOODNESS begins to
make itself felt in the streets.
"And l must be off" says Belinda,
jumping up as the clocks of the town
strike five. 1--WE are all in for a
match of paume as soon as the sun
is off the upper Place"
Wet and who are 'we?' asks
Mr.. Jones, with tender smile. The
brandy and settler has softened him
but, unfortunately, tender smiles
lose half their effect when they are
associated with mosquito bites!
"Oh, the usual party-Jack Aston
and Tom and me against the two
Washingtons and Maurice la Ferte.
Whom will you back? You must not
judge by what you saw last night.
Jack Aston and I can beat the lot
when we play our best"
II should like to bet that you will
let Mr.. Jack Aston and his friends
play their match without you" And
now Augustus rises, now the mos
quito-bitten face is affectionately, hor-
ribly near Belinda's. IT should like
to think that you care just enough
for me, Miss O'Shea, to give all these
fellows UP for once, if I ask YOU
His tone is more earnest than Be-
linda has ever heard it yet, and she
wavers, or appears to waver.
You will promise me to play no
more at that confounded game, either
this evening or any other evening!"
whispers Augustus with growing en-
phasis.
Another moment and Belinda will
certainly have committed herself
heaven knows to what compromising
renunciationsl But even as the
words rise to her lips an unexpected
ally against Mr. Jones and on the
side of. paume-playing, bolero-danc-
ing and all the other sweet, unlawful
pleasures of her vagabond life ap-
pears on the scene.
Costa, why, Costa, old boy, where
have you been all day? Down, sir,
down. When will you learn that Mr..
Jones does not value your atten-
tions?"
Costa is q grand looking old Span
ish hound, not altogether of purest
breed, perhaps, but a noble brute
despite the blot upon his escutcheon,
possessing much of his nations grave
dignity of demeanor and face brim-
full of fine dog intellect and feeling.
Try not to be frightened, Mr..
Jones'" says Belinda, glancing ma
liciously at the expression of her Cd
mirer's face. Perhaps he won't bite
If you keep very quiet. Dogs know
SO we'll when people are afraid of
them. Have you come for macaroons,
my old Costa, Ell? You have, have
you? Mr.. Jones, Costa says he has
come for macaroons." 1t may be OBJ
served that Belinda has not a grain
of false pride on the score of begging
aims for her friends. Costa has
come for macaroons and I have not
single sou left in the world
She stoops down and with one arm
bent fondly around the old dogs
neck, looks up, with the prettiest be-
seeching air imaginable, at Angus
tus Jones. But Jones buttons up his
pockets.
"Macaroons for Costa!" repeats
Belinda, stretching out to him a lit
tie suppliant sun-burned palm. mot
like them? You should see whether
he likes them! Try the experiment.
Why, When Maria Jose was here, we
gave him two francs worth all at
once, and he ate them up before you
could say Jack Robinson
Ibid he, indeed!" says Augustus,
looking Disguised, whether at the al
fusion to rival or at the vulgarity
of Belinda, who shall say? Then
the only thing l can remark is, l am
sorry that Mr.. Maria Jose had not
better sense than to waste his money
on such absurdity.'
Quitting her hold on Costa. Belin-
da starts to her feet, and stands up
right and determined before Angus
tus; her small child's face flaming red
as any pomegrante flower. ''Mr
JONES'" she exclaims, 'if asked you
to give Costa two francs worth OF
macaroons at this moment, do you
mean 10 tell me you would not dc
it?"
II should prefer giving the money
to the first worthy object Of commits
Grafton who happened to pass along
the street." Mr.. Jones answers, di-
dactically.
win you give Costa one francs
worth OF macaroons, now, this in
stant?''