The Irish standard., 1914-03-21
notice In the general chorus. Is it a

notice In the general chorus. ls it q
large bird?"
mo; smaller than thrush. Only q
little bigger than robin. Its nest is
over there in that hedge-a tiny loose
cup of dried oak-leaves, lined with
hair. and the eggs are olive color.
How pretty the hedge looks now, all
tangled with freely sparks!"
Doesn't It! Uncle Jefferson calls
them lightning bugs"
"The name is much more pic.
turesque. But all the darby sayings
are. Do you ind him and Aunt
Daphne useful?"
HE has been godsend," he said
fervently; "and her cooking has
taught me to treat her with passion.
ate respect. He's teaching me now
about fiowers-it's surprising how
many kinds he knows. He's walking
herbarium.'
Come AMI see mine," she said.
"Roses are our specialty-we have tc
live up to the Rosewood name. But
beyond the arbors. are beds and beds
of other flowers. See-by this big
tree are speed-well and delphinium
The tree is q black-walnut It's a
dreadful thing to have one as big as
that. When you want something that
costs q lot Of money you go and look
at it and wonder which you want
most, that particular luxury or the
tree. know q girl who had two in
her yard only 4 little bigger than this
and she went to Europe on them. But
SO far I've always voted for the tree
How does your garden come on?"
"Famously. Uncle Jefferson has
shanghaied half-dozen negro gar
deners-from where can't imagine
and he's having the time OF his life
hectoring over them. He refers to the
upper and lower terraces as 'up.and.
down-stairs.' I've got seeds, but it
will be q long time before they
flower"
"Oh. would you like some slips ?"
she cried. ~"Or, better still, can
give you thu roses already rooted
Mad Charles and Marechal Neil and
Cloth of Gold and cabbage and ram.
blers. We have geraniums and
fuchsias. too. and the coral honey.
suckle. That's different from the wild
one. you know"
you are too good! II you would
only advise me where to set them!
But I dare say you think me presum.
ing"
She turned her full face to him.
'Presuming!' You're Furnishing me
now for the dreadful way talked to
you about Damory Court-before
knew who you were. Oh, 1t was I'm.
pardonable! And after the splendid
thing you had done-I read about 1t
that same evening-with your money,
meant"
mo. MOI" he protested. "There
was nothing splendid about it. 1t was
only pride. You see the corporation
was my fathers great idea-the thing
ho created and put his soul into-and
it was laundering. know that would
have hurt him. One thing I've wanted
10 say to you, ever since the day we
talked together-about the duel. ]
want to say that whatever lay behind
it, my fathers whole life was darkened
by that event. Now that can put
two and two together, know that it
was the cause of his sadness"
"Ah, l can believe that" she re-
piled.
Il think he had only two interests
myself and the corporation. So you
see why I'd rather save that and be
oeggar the rest of my natural life
But I'm not beggar Damory Court
alone is WORTH know 1t nova hun.
dred times what l left"
You are SO utterly different from
what imagined you!"
Il could never have imagined you,"
he said, never"
Il must be terribly outre"
You are so many women in one.
When listened to your harp playing
[ could hardly believe it was the same
you l saw galloping across the fields
hat morning. Now you are different
woman from both of those"
AS she looked at him. her lips curled
:orner-wise. her foot slipped on the
sheer edge of the turf She swayed
toward him and he caught her, feel.
ing for q sharp instant the adorable
nearness Of her body 1t ridged all his
skin with creeping delight. She re.
covered her footing with an exclama
ton, and turned back somewhat alb
ruptly to the porch where she seated
herself on the step, drawing her filmy
skirt aside to make place for him
There was moment Of silence which
he broke.
THAT exquisite serenade you were
playing! You know the words, OF
course"
"They are more lovely, II possible
than the score. Do you care fol-
poetry?"
i've always loved It," he said. "I'vt
been reading some lately-a little old
fashioned book I found at Damon!
Court It's Lucille Do you know it?'
Yes. It's my mothers favorite"
He drew it from his pocket. See
I've got 1t here. It's marked. too"
He opened it, to close it instantly
not, however, before she had put on!
her hand and laid it, palm down. OF
the page. THAT rose! Oh. let mt
have it,"
"Never!" he protested. Look here
When put it between the leaves,
did so at random. didn't see till
now that I had 0nened II at a marked