The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 25, 1900, Page 16

- % . s Valle ’ aga or propose t in accordance secretary and be ma . ad not seen sk, a8 he con- 1 went to g hat 8 it 1o Write the 1 1 quite re- tatked to you most typewriter girl, ar4 \merican ed confess about ng me y: u have conjured place, ‘Dexter has ma at'1 could sell in Ch the xt place, Mis of the finest = of your self- had been in more before 1 had been fool loved her h enough to tell her ie might have tempt- onev. his houses, his sed to b f cours he ad she had . ®he would, a to tie her- lled however but it wi not going swad nummy 5 dear d, to_ have ng, fresh face, to hear exercise his fatherly Y ve come in his way, and you - n the privilege would . pawn r; you have entered mu;l an take her away from him; o pluck the flower that is, ck or blue or golden tulip, was t the Hollanders for which men sold their their honor. If he “about t women ot possess it wholly he At least ave had the girl ompanionship. N is crushed by you— , but_he win tq blacken your character, to { the infirmity you gwere fool o 11 him of, to"'— el L Yoid her myself,” sald Ned; #and my record, bar that, is v‘]eqr and honest as her own. She is lo‘be my wife; would take me now as I am; but 1 have elf - not pennile to run the risk of Fan I'm glad we me to New York, and probabl 1 an intere East, West 1 1 may thin off dear friend. Don't ungrateft szid Glover, -and-twenty said Ned, takin riedly th (Stralker Left Him Standing by it you've only fr.en world! ‘Except ¥ the the loveliest helmswo teered a man on to tk most blessed of ha bors ay 1 have becn golng to often; but 1 have not had the p| " coundrel y W nobody t write d bless me a favor, Mrs. ilover on the ‘morn- or Platts Vall . Mo matter phwat it You o let my room to i ; not even to the President himself." “You see, I shall carry little more th 2 mining pre ctor's outfit. 1 a vk veil as write. You don’t thi s O'Hagan “The 1 tenmost in the radin’ of it, :id, with a genial smile. ‘But I know pwhat ye mane.,” “I would like to think I am leaving d at Parkside; that my bits of trunk, my books, most of my ardrobe, my photos on the walls and my knicknacks on the table—will remain here just as they are now. I shall dream of the room, see myself sitting by the window where I can get a glimpse of the lake, and fancy myself listening for the voice of Zella and chatting with you in your little parlor. You understand, Mrs. O’'Hagan?"’ 1 would be a pore craythur if I didn’t; and ye may be shure I'il kape the room for ye and rispict ivverything in it.” I would pay you, of course, as if I were occupying the place.” “That's pwhat ye mane, is {t? Ye ask ’ a favor, but decline to take it widoit pay- woman now. Ye'll find her in my par- ment! Thin ve can carry all yer sticks lor; and, if ivver there was an angel way wid ye, Misther Glover,” said Mrs. airth, it's Zella Brunnel 2 O’Hagan, her arm imbo, her forehead “Dr. Johnson said that a g0od woman puckered with a £ is Nature's understudy for an angel, Mrs “But, my dear soul, it is your business O'Hagan; and I think I know two under- to let your rooms studies, the one who wiil twang the harp A T of Erin round the throne, and Lhe vant Other—' o whAt _ “Now, ve'rs tryin’ to laugh at us.” she An’ me havin’ said, interrupting him, ‘but I see the birth, -yer Saxon Torgiven tears in yer eyes, and a_man's tears is Biosar oAEved Tor thryst- pearls av price: but they break me heart. t © had a hdhrt. Good-by, sorr! Saint Mary be ver guide, R or Giover; and me und and the Mediator yer swate comfort and reliance 5 come; She kissed both his hands and turned You real- awa He huried downstairs to the little iy “greatest re- parlo Mrs. O'Hagan ~ropt into the s affection—and farthest cormer of her own chumber to %3 brute. 1mean weep and to pray for n.in, with a strange, FORLr. T et Svhat you weird conviction ar she would never see like: {hat I £hall be under him 2gain. a8 ol about the room— On other hand, Zella was of an e nd compared with optimistic disposition, full of hope and Ly impose_upen myself in bravery. Touched keénly at parting with | . "mother to my Zella her lovcr, she never doubted for on - agiins 1o be & mOtcE A0 T ToSt ment that It mae but. the. prelude. to' & ek = very happy reunion. Almost in spite of Lasdt she aad come to love Ned with or av a fool. Ye challenge to our Zella whils the Warmth of a genulne girlish passion. been that ‘same At first.his attentions merely flattered s lighzea D1er. She enjoyed breaking a controversial on her! But phw a n under- Jlance with him, meeting his declarations and av the feelins av a woman? Say Of love with witty rejoinders, surprl him with new accomplishments, exhil ing her dexterity in arts supposed to be masculine, but at the same time nev rgive ye; and, if it's to die I would be willin’. red to yer prisinc 3 <oy * . ¥ . forgetting to relieve her physical feats of Misther Glo ing to® cl phy dust it, ye'll find i as ye Pave it, whin ye SKill WIth touches of feminine grace that Some Fadk o made her all the more fascinating to her captive. With all her claims to be a woman of practical common sense, and her aversion to mere sentiment, she was a coquette, as every woman i3 in the presence of an interesting specimen of the opposite sex. She knew, by instinct, that men dislike what are called masculine 3 women, yet admire a fine physique and ministher to ye, the blessed Zapacity in sports and pasthucs that e angels watch over ye!” . Quire dexterity and strength, when Glover put hils arms round the dear old coupled with a pretty pretense of womanly woman and kissed her heartily on both doubt and fearfulness,and a show of head may please you, but you my heart is in the right and that both head and heart will never forget to remember your kindness.” “Ye need say no more, Misther Glover. and God bless and preserve ya, cheeks. pretty bats and ribbons, and well-consid- “God bless you, Bridge he said ered “tollettes. FEven the esthete, who w¥ou sre the best little woman In the loves to hear a girl ‘quote Carlyle and worl Herbert Spencer, and talk ' psychology, “There's wan below us was only a g'rl .does not object to a pretty pose at golf yesterday,” said Mrs. O'Hagan, the tears or-‘tennis. Zella's-unique experience had streaming down her face, “but who's a.in many respects made her a woman of the world. This feminine appreciation of man’s natural bondage and his worship of the petticoat had come to her by in- stinct, and had given to her intercourse Wwith Ned Glover, what the Americans call “‘snap”; which has a parallel in the cool, inspiriting lake breeze, that is a welcome teraporizer of the Chicago summer. On this last day of Ned's sojourn at Parkside, however, Zella found it almost impossible to malntain a fair semblance of her characteristic sangfrojd. She was heartily grieved to lose the pleasant com- Eumommp f the young Englishman; and e found self” in' the complimentary position of consoles. “I _could could not have believed me feel so “Tw anything wretched, she youa were not going, make I won’t go,” he sald, “I won't ou are pledged,” she answered. . you have to go; and I must blluce up and cheer you.” 3 ‘It 18 only to be a preface to the story of our happiness.” he said. ‘““In this life one gets nothing worth having without mak(u? sacrifices for it. It will seem centurles ere 1 see you ag: ihough it wili onty be months then,\ Zella—and t ! seventh heaven at the thought of Then, dear, we are to be married?” “Yes,” she sald, her nead upon his shoulder, his arm about her waist. *“But 1 would rather you, had ayed and ted.” erhaps weeks; and ! 1 am in _the [ “Then,*let it be so. T'll give the whole business up. I can surely make money enough in some other way. Storey won't mind. - He likes me well enough to be obliging., Indeed, it is Mr. Dexter who hurried on.the enterprise. -1 wish I had never told him I was brought up as a mining engineer.” ‘It would seem cowardly to give it up, Ned: and 1 couldn’t endure to have you break your word and hurt your pros- pects for my sake. Besides, as you say, it is only the necessary sacrifice to our never being parted again. This new phase of Zella's temperament ulled more at Ned's heartstrings than €r most fa@scinating mood could have done. She fairly lanzuished in his arms, looked into his eyes with a pathetic wist- fulness which he had never seen in her face before. Every Fint at deflance, s familiar there, had disappeared. Her lips, that closed so easily, were open, With L appealing _smile—a sunbeam througl showers. Her upturned face was the face of a Miranda, rather than that of 2 Diana. Her light brown hair was pushed in 2 wavy mass from her forehead, witn lit- tle, “clinging, down-like curls about her temples and neck. One hand lay in his lap, limp and p: ve, and the entire fig- ure suggested a sad resignation. “Dearest,” he sald presently, "I never felt until now that I have In truth won you, that you are mi with all your heart; and shall I hesitate, at this mo- ment of my great happiness, to make the sacrifice it demands from an honest man? Shall I throw up the opportunity to make you a home and endow it worthil To give you the chance of travel, that you have so much desired; and, let me add, ishly, to give myself the bliss of be ing your traveling companion to Europe, to show you London, to be your guide, philesopher, friend and husband in the Old World, to take you to my one friend, Dick Lorrimer, and say, Dick, is my wife, the sweetest, 3 the dearest woman in all the world? “My dear Ned,” she said, turning aside to wipe the tears from her eyes, “the wagon is at the door.” An express van had pulled up, and the driver was cracking his whip to call at- tention to his presence. the best. “I must look in at the Mail office before I go to the depot. The wago: 1l bring my traps; I will take the cars.” '7'|)u have said ‘Good-by’ to Mr. Dex- ter “Yes. How ill he looks, how changed! I wonder if he is drinking too much? The old chap was quite upset; begged me to send him a wire when 1 get to the Valley. There's no wire nearer than the Red Horse Forks; but the first telegram 1 d will be to you, my love.” wish I might go_with you to the de- t I suppose I should be too sad home alone.” Sweetheart!"; said Ned, once more em- bracing her, “I could not bear to leave you there. We will say ‘au revoir' here, this ¢ miltar room, wh e nany h ; and I you on this spot as you One day we shall smile to h_we made of 5o brief a partin return it will seem as it I had been away a day Until you do 4 will have passed, she replied, with s The closing sce pon by the pros: pressman on the stalrs into the hallway; the angry Y O'Hagan, demanding if he was carry off her shtairway wid hin sisting clamo of the waitr kitchen maid cook bringing up t rear panteau and a miscella and tools and a s “I must and the other ncoe’s dear; God bles: H e last time door, opened it and let in ped to the compan Mr. Glover.” said Glencoe, of ‘Mistress O'Hagan's paying guests I ask you to put this wee souvenir in your pocket; and we wish you godspeed, mon, and all prosperity! He thrust into ase, mounted in 'on behalf hand a heavy cigar- 1 engraved with name and the da also with the dear old Scotch formu For Auld Lang ne “] thank you, Mr. Glencoe, and your triends and mine, for v most kind and T fear. ill-deserved token of your good will, I shall prize it dearly.” & “Gude-by, Mr. Glove sald Mrs. Fer- guson, putting out her hand, “and a hap- ay we ; and so er's widow Kentucky gave his barten nator from hand, with a patronizing but friendly r and now the cook thrust her way to th front, with _her blessing and a bird that he was to enjoy on the cars. The waitress shook his hand warmly, and Mrs man's whip, from Mrs. O a baggage-smashing a knocked the hasp aff the box Hoo-rooh!" of Mickey from rd by, and the barking of his dog. the aring retort of the exp . be a hard hasp to break, Mi "' the wagon rattled ov roadway, followed on the sic Glover, who was glad when he the turning that took him to track. where he pa a mon a handkerchief in onse to th kindly tokens of fa 11 exhibited on the stoop of the arding house. ‘A little more d to him- self, “and I should have foresworn the enterprise altogether.” CHAPTER XVIIL TWO TYRANTS-P MONEY The days were long to Zella in Glover's absence. She found it difficult to main- tain her customary appearance of high ASSION AND spirits. Her frien t Parkside lost no opporturiity of endeavoring to soften her lonellfiess. * * * The increased solici- tude for her welfate that characterized Dexteér's treatment*of her wes embar- mtsin% She caught him gazing at her when he thought she could not see him. Now and then she felt his glance as if it had masked an insult. She tried to shake this off as a morbid sensitiveness. Moreover, Dexter had greatly changed. It had been more or less a sudden change, though, seeing him every day, she had not noticed it @s others had who saw him only now and Then. He no longer held his head high. There was a furtive shuffle in his gait, as if he had some enterprise on hand that demanded stealthiness. For a time he had neglected his dress, but, strange to say, Chicago he ‘“quite his colored seen de Mas minute; no, s he go down and niggah wid de m he’s goin ter resurrection ¢ up. like as if U e e . piimenting pearanc bow and sa younger. ¥ hela out t him*to do too, that touched T was nothing v he very bt da Mr Leicester do with such a b beautiful, accomplished r and who has i= pennf 3 is a’ ma = me to hav cate a matter . “Mr. Dexter, think you really letter of this kind rrasses me her not be th “But, my dear ¢ not supposed to thin taking down, ar all rem sald Zella, more for- o way In which she something for you t thanking., Miss rew how I long Mr ou know, that might show I—er | for you—er—the 2 great American soldier. T am taking a lib- prae n you nigh upon two years sees § once or twice to you S Mr Dexte Dexter warmed and warmed to Ze Perhaps he t had too h wine a uberar hot-day. The asmosphere blinds med amp Iy one Z she’s min whether s! ways tha ways th. em W the t companime: “Who Dexter. Glover rado. well Red Jus W yet I ¢ man s hold come her: tongue, n't b ippin One hot day fall, when Mr O'Hagan was sitting under her vine and fig tree—in other words, iIn the shade of ie little arbor in her front garden, she was surprised by t appearance at the gate of Mr. Hiram Dexter. He was w ing a pair of whity-brown pants, a juster-coat and a straw hat. He off the latter in a formal way as hLe opened the gate and presented himself to the lady of Parkside. “Good day to you, madam,” he sald “I know that I have the homor of ad- dressing Mistress O'Hagan.” _— (Continued next weeky)