The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 11, 1900, Page 14

good—everything a man fancles a woman whom he thinks he loves.” ‘'Thinks he loves!” said Glover, appeal- occupation e nature of my O« stimulate me to a higher am- talking of the life, I must t ile Digges and Dexter were advantage—one the other the miner, im and worked it w past in a mar . loves. then! But, you see, I am tni I don’t want to be controlled; I would like to travel, and mean to when aved morfey enough. go to Europe and to do all manner of might object to. arrying girl, | ought to be considered a There can be no better sailing Zella's boat off a e lake, whence they the budding 1 intend to hey are lighting the lamps; let us shaking off her gainst the mast e you unhapp wraps and steadving her: of their Park 1 don't think I am what and I don't y blue serge, n of the tiny yacht, a out his neck d, he had been rowing and Dexter with a sud- ‘In proof ot atts Valley and I'll \arrying man “Oh, no!” she replied. “Haul up the an- there'll be a calize what you A breeze is springing up: land by the harbor. “Bridget will be anxious about us; we You shall talk to me or casting s to her duties i ake whatever ai the wealth in_the world, it would not be too much for me to h upon you , for the spri had better go home I wouldn't be very verybody knows th: ‘millionaire” 8 Prairie ave- Il we go around by stockholder. Glover was sayl A wonderful lake,’ ; he reclined amidships, among a pile of Has Its quiet, hopeful days, as we have, and its storms of doubt and dis since he tapped as become more serious not generally e times. In v vered by an old boat her round moor_her for big report; it he's got a bo: rifting from anxiety-to despair le, until latterly he goes about If his money might be tled around half were mule ites it was good simile, Ned,” the girl o doubts and fears; it i ake, as cruel as the throat and the night and round here by 6 in the morning.” Miss Zella,” ing into the cutter and Ned took Zella's hand He drew her arm within his own, “What were you in England, > e his partner ; takes a marin y kes him, and the next moment smiles othing had k1p5~ertfld d possibly help it, Zella, said the man, climb- ushing it off. Don't let us . Zella, I mean to be rich “Don't be :i'zy!hi':g of the kind; espe- ‘As If one cou “Then Kiss the plain, young woman,”’ she said. you into the en hé wasalone the trouble had 2 through Ned He was out of humor when he 3 had made him nce the morn- Brunnen had It was easy to see Any fool could the expression rim. Of course taken rooms at the music of your dear voice making & cially as it might not make any digerence concert with the rippling of the waters, and the sun just dwelling on your face, as though it loved you as I do.” “Now, look here, } asxea, . “What I have been trying to be here, he answered. “A ‘space reporter, cago,” she said. whether you were rich or not.” “You don't love me, Zella,” he sald, with ! they call it in Chl- on't get mad. You have put me Into a practical mood, and 1 ‘want to know, you know,’ as the inventor did in the book by Dickens.” d a regular and not unimpertant engagement in London, but I lost it; and, though I have not quite ma nalistic methods of—of—" ““Of this God-forsaken countr; “You need not protest, 1 heard the expression on the lips of more than one Englishnman.” ‘“You will never hear it on mine. ‘God- forsaken? — rather Why, Zella, if I knew nothing of the great icago, only knew heér at ove the city for your sake and respect herin honor of Amos Storey! They were dizappointed speculat- those Englishmen you speak of—or, at is worse, things we call cads in Lon- d, if you go on talk- ing in that way I shall order all hands on deck, up anchor and make for port.” She showed her white leaned back cushions, in a manner quite the opposite icture of heaith and looked a nautical heroine, with flannel jacket and skirt and her navy blue yachting cap, her fair halr about the back of her head. re bare and brown; not the endeavors to with med)- “How do you know “‘Because you are s when 1 want to talk to you of my love for you, and urge you to promise that you will be my wife.” His words thrilled her, but she repressed any_exhibition of real feelings. we have only known each other ty days or so, and you may have novelists talk so " she replied. n of & closer the beggar impatient with me had pald her teeth, with a among her 1ust be got out ad time to make It was strange, to find how feel against a man who had ntentional wrong, and who, had excited of her threat. stered the jour- physical beauty, g a past, as the Sunday much about, and I may have a past. And then according to the soclety novelists, let alone the dime stor. when two people are had a past bound tight Her hands hands that the societ mold into shape and whiten cated gloves worn through the night, but strong hands with strong knuckles, hands that could grip an oar blow in_the fa tellers, it is awful arried to find they the other knows ‘God-created.’ nothiug of.” t do you mean by a past, @ella?" Ned asked with an anxious thought about serious shortcoming. ‘I don't know; but the man with a past and the woman with a past are continu- we's face. if one reads the amn the Sunday Mail!"” exclaimed with an immediate and penitent ' “I beg your pardon, Zella.” I forgive you,” she said, laughing. if we' had been €d when you sald ‘damn the Sunday you would very likely have flung good side of C! her worst, I would of a ruffian, as we have CHAPTER X. enterprising, adventurous the same time Glover was not looking at lost himself common-sense. “Thank you, Ned, Columbla curtsies to Dexter dis- the progress Glo- the affectio “God-forsaken as base as England when the Pilgrims fled t you would lift the and Virtue and Beauty until “‘Ned! Ned!” she exclaimed, and trled to the flow of his exaggerated eulogium with her hand upon his mouth. spoke with still rising " he went on. There never liquid, with such a depth of feeling, yet capable of flaching angry lightnings. have such beautiful s0 sweet a voice, rfect harmony with the time, the sunset and the dream nds on dec smock command, cale of Hope 'w begun to really he loved her, J said Zella, wi exclaimed, with a sigh that and beginning to rise like Venus from ta. ght Glover, who at once pre- ed to restrain her, Peccavi!” he cried. belov:, and everything else that denotes ‘sit still, Zella,’ and I will be as prosalc slum of Chicago, and gger In a henroost!" es and the sun in love with a typewriter girl to a nigger in a us down to life's realities. went to her “What a sigh was there,” she sald ‘take on so, housemaid says to the buttons in that English novel n last Sunday's paper.” you are making me wretched. For God's sake don't talk about the Mail! I may leave it as soon as you say you will lla, dear. God never made any- lovely than you, nor anvthing more impressively mysteriotis than yonder. h, if He had only given us a ship equipped for some peacefu. g4 in her heart, al- lous of Glover as Dexter was »d the girl too well to cross her Glover was the life and soul mightly lake. “Avast! All hands ‘Where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest.” she sald, once more breaking in upon his fine speeches, “That's the only really peaceful port, they say. and we are not beund for that silent harbor at present, I trust.” “Wherever you are bound my ‘sailing orders are the same,” he sald, you will or no. Zella; y whether you will or no!" ““They say all girls love a bold wooer, ou have the assurance of a frea-born ee, pushing a book agency.” a! It's true, then, you do not love me?’ he said, despondingly. “The Yankee, pushing the book agency, I fear you don't possess ou wilt and sigh, and— ugh you say I am to be as the sium ?" she sald, half-rising from her cushions. life as a mining engineer. I turn my knowledge to account in v Platts Valley. Mr. Dexter has made me proposals?” ves; but, ch! would you quit Chi- “To make a fortune and rise above the mean estate of a—space reporter. ou know you are a great deal more how highly Mr. served his . and it bodec henroost brir the Palmer the usual hours in the hablt of receiving call- that there might have been any- £ inimical to Glover in such a meet- ing, sceing that Digges was the boss of a the neighborhood of ley, where Dexter owned a vast Digges might have the appear- ruffian drunk = and 1z, in the streets of Chicago: but, ay in the wilds of Colorado, a Chicago reporter would have described him as a picturesque type of the frontlersman and mining adventurer. You know that the matter w “Why do you call yourself a typewriter made with an animus “Why do they call you a space re- after a pause the matter “I am something more than a space re- e made that am only a typewriter girl.” You are the daughter of a great soldier, you are a child of the na- tipn, an honored pensioner of the Governe ment, an accomplished woman, a—" “Stop! Stop, before you say I am Ve- nus and Diana, and all the rest of them. I know you think me beautiful, clever, you know Storey values your work." “You sald I was what they call a space Ned, dear, I did not mean to wound your pride.” “The wound. is healed with that sweet If it were otherwise your re- *“Nonsense! sald Dexter s my opinion.” I guess it ain’t going never desponds. his persistenc er—give up, alt yours, whether I will or no.” “You are Incomprehensible, Zella. You make my heart ache.” me Amos I know 'm real sorry,” she sald. ing out so quickl e pauiced in the shade of it and looked u I think it's a plane tree,” he sald, won- degingly. =2 She looked around to see If any © might be near. ° “Then kiss the plain young woman un- der it she said; “and heal your broken heart!"” CHAPTER XL SHE LOVES HIM, BUT IS NOT A MAR- RYING GIRL! Of course Glover was at the !l’.\'sttr;%'; e long_before 6 in the morning. 1 the old boatman had everything ship- Ape by the time Zella put in an appear- She looked fresh and bright as the Naturally she expressed sur- seeing Glover there. She had not . Nevertheless, wlhen < disappointed at thig salutation, She was fain to confess th as glad to_see him Chere whs a breeze that carried them, a_lively motion, out to the north. Ned was in hea He er lve intil now. . cutter bent er sails to tkh e was a ripple of conversation k that lovers make, punctuated with es of interrc on. Zella, how- was a pro- and then eloquent d his jubl wn now ila “Why, c ited, laughing, “what are your es like g “I remem a countryman of yours wh a tour of our E lish lakes them pond “Too bad 1 Zella, sympatheti “But we do shake the flag, I believe, wh we travel in Europe “He admitted, howeve never se more beauti; hia travels. “Come, now pect they “One that was better, and I ex- ust lovely, eh?” we w!ll sail over them to- ¥ where Words- ridge and— Oh. 1 know, and Maid of the Inn,’ and ‘The A t's where you oun as som cail” it; nar of ever lived on L seen it at the World's one a kind of idea what e and Rome and Gr est s s in pictures of Babel and you can't Imagine suc antique and the modern, ne rwise; it just made hink so0,” sald Ned, en- e girl's lively enthusiasm = a plcture. h Ned this moment.’ ou talk as if I were a bale of goods. Realize me, ed! What price, Zella, eh?” What Indeed! A lite's devotion?* Not negotiable,” replied. And now she was leaning against the t ing with it as she kept the cu to windw: her yachting back upon her head, her face ag ose of the body showing off its g ines. Ned might well exclaim upon beauty of the picture. ““And do you know the Lake o she asked, reclining once more cushions. “Are you thinking of the pla “I guess I was. Don't know th seen the right kind of Melnotte; know that I admire the don't nim, either: but seems “Don’t say It comes from Sheffield,” {d Ned, laughing in b 1 won't. But it Imagination to see tk ing to ete Bunday af ildings of the fair. S quite a good deal, ures from e *“I might b ndon daily 1 ndon Why v n't you want to leave London Just then? “My mother was living, Zella, and she was very fond of me."” *Oh,"” ‘said Ze that hea ! point “She would have liked to my mother my friend was Dick 1 will meet n. W be! od fellow! fellow Ned’ fe mother cloudec watching the « ¥ respects the cutter’s the little vessel sped ard before rising wind blowing andward, Glov 3 upon her wi dream} ude. Love has many and varied moods. Home for breakfast, thelr bright cheery faces were a rebuke to their fel boarders. “Faith, we've got the feathe bed in our eyes, and the dust of th in our ears, compared wit} of these airiy roisers,” sal presiding over th morni ould-fashioned, and luv drames |_“I perfectly agree with you, Mrs. O'Ha- gan,” sald old Glencoe, smothe dish of porridge with cream and fa with a will. “And I wonder at y your parritch {“A pinch of salt is | ““There’'s many healthful that's takin' cream with arked Mrs. Ferguson, cotch and healthful.” NgS ye maun reckon a agreeable as tak. In' a wee bit risk wi' a dish that gies pleasure to the palate,” replied Glencoe making a second attack upon the cream. Glover, at his end of the table, was teil- ing Mrs.0'Hagan of the delights of sesing the morning when it is freshest, and Mry O'Hagan was helping Zella to the daintiest ofthe menu. o T 5 the notice to quit I'll be se he sald, addressing Ned qule{lv;'nq'bt ote ye bring desolation upon me. What 1l I do it ye rob mo of Zella> T will never rob you of Zell N “You shall live with us; or w w?z.rlndy%;d': “What's that?” asked Zella, pricking tp her ears. “You may well say the !!1 - lish have the impudence of the Old Onate 'And the greed av him!” exclaimed Mrs, O’'Hagan, “Here's this globe-trotter ¢ contint wid sharin’ yer companionship wid me, but Is intravgin’ to carry ve off, and wants to bribe me wid a promise that I'1| be wan av the company!"” “Don't, take any notice of him, Bridget romancing." ; it’s no wonder, whi A - to lave his bed to Knnp"kra(r:‘v the deep before the sun's well t's a scandal we'll be havin' courage bulatin on it. And at Parkside “If our lady skipper does not accept hand of her infatuated passenger.’ ‘T_‘E Glover. fatuated = nonsense!” sald Zella, s and “Help yourself to the scrambled egg: s Ferguson to the buckwheat av. assist Mrs. s. Ferguson Is talking to her neigh- *“‘And your neighbor listening to every word you say,” whispered Zella, he may." replied Ned. “Th cady knows my secret. O OI® 'hen I guess I thought you, ou are just sillier Zella replied "l‘m[hgs She turned her face towards the com- pany for a moment, bowed to them, and rr‘t!lrvd. o “The girl's mad wid ye,” said O'Hags “If she loves Sentiment |nMnr-"\3 heart she’s not wan that cares fer it wig scrambled iggs and a party *, J e party ‘ating their “TI'm an ass, Mrs. O'Haga s f folding up hig napkin. 2 e, “Shure and ve are th Glover,” said Mrs. ()'Hag:tn;.fi{z"ue{ oln‘xrf undlpr the plrrv}\"nvmlnn av a romantic dis. position and the misfortune av 3 “Tll follow her.” e ety “Ye'll do nothing av the kind. alone. Whist. ye blatherskite! would ye make the wimmin at the table understand ye've had a tiff and set the men laughin’ at yer onaisiness? Are ye so blind, ye didn’t see that Zella would have ye sthay wid me?” So Ned sat at the table until the last: Let her ‘What treewis this with its leaves com- ideal mar mischievous smile. by jnterviewing Mra. O'Ha soet.” mustache. and then went parlor, wher found Zella. dressed f “1 have a 3 ter has gome a holiday.” “Then I'll “And phwa O'Hagan ask 2 “We'll go_and spend t; or I'll ta hire a bug 3 restaurant I knaw at Edg we can dine and the ] might go som cars; or— AV coorse, av c O'Hagan Parksi to pay the Kite &t and all av ‘em’v Glencoe wid the and the place all w ye no er t Chicago *“There ing for, M with your M ing e regions t Ridge, ing Zella acted ir She rose as she to Mrs. O'Hag: kissed ea s Mrs. O'Hags 1 don't mind it, dea “Don’t takes an she has to, in a man—as her “How you be?" she sald, with a “You are a B h all a Britisher’s fa ow many they are 3 Yes **And “There are Britishers and Britishers ™ he ‘said, vmn1 a sigh and a tug :{Y:’v. “I am not a bad sort L indeed, I think I am more than or 1.5:." decent, as men go; but I have been gu! of one ‘grave fault. “Only one?” she sald, pausing in her rocking. “You are almost George Washington—TFirst | war, first In the hearts of hi —1 think that's how the ji “You won't be sel “I don’t want tc I guess I had be have done w Glover see mind as wust tell you, dear. I 1 to be my w wit ow what kind of a man y marry . “1 don’t want you to ask me of the sort,” she said; “and I ma X why 1 n heeding ting I have alwa shirked t “Don’'t tell me!” s are getting too seri would go somew good time, a drive or a bi thing pleasant”— o we will, dear. e ple are going to bee E they should know all abe 1 don’t know that the pe to are going to become p Ned. As for me, I h have po wish to marry, I am the sort of girl wife.” don't t make a good ““You are the sort of girl that God de- signs for the best man on his wide earth,” said Glover. “I am not that man; but your love has lifted me Into a pat f ambition and virtue and hope that Is heavenly. Nevertheless, you must kiow who and what I am befors I ask you finally to link your life with mine. (Continued next week.)