e's manny that's less

to see more o' them her

g Doctor in the sprin

right, but stren'th of

y pagan, Patsy," retu

what Li Choo done. . . . Shure, I don't want to be sp'akin' ill of the dead, but look at it now. There was ould Mazarine, breakin' the poor child's heart, as fine a fella as iver t

se morals in your head. As you say, things w

e her head for a while? Wasn't it natural she should fight out agin' takin' the property the leviathin left her, whin she knew there was anothe

d a hand reprovingly,

-of your girlhood and your youth,' sez you. 'Shure y'are entitled to bread and meat, and a roof over you, as a wife, and as one that got nothin' from your married life of what ought to be got by honest girls like you, or by anny woman, if it comes to that,' sez you. Aw, shure then, I know you said it, because, didn't she tell it all to Norah Doyle, and didn't Norah tell Nolan, and me sittin'

Doctor. "You save my life daily. That's why

o be thinkin' of others? As a rule the rich is so busy lookin' afther what they'v

n' why it is she's not set foot in Tralee since the ould one left it feet foremost, for his new seven-foot home, housed in a bit of w

o be, though he's giggling still? Why, a man that's got the double cinch on Askatoon. Even that fella Burlingame had nothin' to say ag'in' him; and when Burlingame hasn't

essed Mary, or the Almighty himself-not even

me," remarked Patsy. "Shure, what did Augustus B

criticized you. He called you 'Squills,' and said you

hat critici

s to man to bring him into the wurruld? That's wan way of lookin' at i

ernly, "you're not fit company. Take care, or ther

with him. It was in the gardin at Nolan's ranch, and even then it wasn't aisy till her. Not that she didn't want to see him all the time; not, I'll be bound, that she didn't say, when you and Nolan first told her the mastodo

ff from a little box,

continued

weet as a saint, very straight up, the palms of her hands laid on the bench on either side, as though they was supporfin' her-like a statue she looked. I watched her manny a minute, but she niver moved. Well, there she was, lookin'-lookin' in front o' her, whin round the big tree in the middle of the

life, and there niver was a man in hers-not one that mattered, till they two took up with each other, and it's a thing-w

id he, "the difference between the north and the south of

finished, y 'r anne

think they are," cont

two as your eyes in fro

ts

ver been in love. Shure, there's no heart till ye !" answered

........

lady trotted up and down the big sitting-room of Slow Down Ranch, talking volubly and insistently. One ironically minded would have said she chirr

was behind it. It was a wilful voice. It had the insistance which power gives, and to a woman -or to most women-power is either money or beauty, since, in the world as it is, office and authority are denied them. Beauty was gone from the face of the ancient dame, bu

ad argued with her many a time, just to see her in a harmless passion, and note how the youth of her came back, giving high colour to the wrinkled face, and how the eyes shone with a brightness which had been constant in the

f her." She pointed towards the door of another room, from which came sounds of laughter-happy laughter -in which a man's and a woman's voices sounded. "On the day she comes into this ho

make us both unhappy-Louise as much as me. You and I have never been parted exc

two women that love each other can't bear the competition. Just because I love her and want her to be happy, off I go to your Aunt Amelia to live with her. She's poor, and I'l

hopping on

he joy of Sl

on the moment. It's tru

ok in Orlando's eyes. "Poetry's the truth of life," he hastened to add

the express east on the night of your wedding. That's settled. Amelia needs me, and I'm going t

f Paradise, Mother," Orlando

t I never stored it up against him. Taste is born in you, and if people haven't got it in the cradle, they never have it. I

omesick for you and run

ndo

e," chirruped Eugenie,

" she said, "and I am very old. I had much happiness with your father while he lived. He was such a wise man. Always

had been the helpless knowledge in her own small, garish mind that she had little sense; now she re

f he did it, the pent-up motherhood would break forth, and her courage would take flight. Sh

mare you lassooed last year, aren't you? I always think of Louise when I look at that gray mare. You had to break the pony's heart before she could be what she is-the nicest little thing that ever was broken by a man's hand; and Louise, she had to have her heart broken too. Your father and I were almost of an age-h

, Louise enter

hining eyes, yet in their depths an alluring pensiveness never to leave them altogether. Knowledge had come to her; an apprehending soul was speaking

said joyously, as