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Hunt had called me Mrs. Barton for the “It was n't very bad. It might provoke third time I realized from his way of him for a minute to know that it was I doing it that it was n't a slip of the who said it, but it ought n't to make him tongue, and I stopped him short and said: mad enough to bite. I went up to him,
' 'What makes you call me Mrs. Bar- and I said close to his ear, in my good ton all of a sudden?'
English: " 'It 's your name, is n't it?' he said, “You amusing little match-maker,' I with a queer look.
said, 'what do you hope to get from your "No,' I came right out strong and dusky friend marrying that absard Amerbold. And I was n't lying either. It is ican? How much do you know about n't my name. I don't really know what her?' I said. “Are you even sure she 's as my name is. It 's Hawthorne as much as rich as she seems?' Then he said, polite, it 's anything. Jim changed his name half but stiff: a dozen times, and the name he married "'You have the advantage of me, me under I found out was n't his real Madam, in knowing what you 're talking name.
about. Pray go on with your tasteful "Charlie Hunt stood there a moment pleasantries,' he said ; 'I 'm thinking I 've as if thinking it over, looking at me with heard your voice before.' Upon which I the meanest grin; then he said with that shut my mouth and dusted down the hateful, sarcastic look of a person who opera-house on Italo's arm. I was crazy thinks he's being smart in getting back that evening, I guess, with the crowd and at you:
excitement and all. When I get to train“'Is that as true,' he said, 'as that you ing, I can't resist the impulse. I don't never indulged in Carnival humor masked know where to stop. But that was n't as a crow?' Then I knew he 'd somehow enough to make him want to stick a knife got on to the truth about that night at the in me, was it? It was only fun. It was veglione. But I was n't going to give it true. He had seemed to be trying to manaway.
age me so 's I'd take a fancy to Landini, “'You know what you're driving at and I could n't for the life of me see what better than I do,' I said. And then I said: it mattered to him." 'What 's it all about? What 's your “My dear Aurora," said Gerald, exgame?' And he said, as if I 'd been a cited and darkly flushed, "your little joke common swindler that he'd just found would not have had to contain a sting out:
nearly so sharp to rouse against you such “What 's yours?' Then I felt myself vanity as Hunt's, unless, let me add, there
were some self-interest to keep him back. “'You ’re a mean little pest,' I said, but It is known that Charlie has only some between my teeth, and not so that any one parts and habits of a human being, not all. but he could hear me. And, 'You 're an He is not properly a man at all," he went evil-minded little scalawag,' I said. “You on; "he is just an insect en grand. He's certainly don't know me if you think I 've like this: from the moment he had ceased done anything in this world to be ashamed to get any good of frequenting your house, of. Go ahead," I said; do what you even if you had not done the smallest please. Don't for one single instant think thing to vex him, he would pass on a bit that I 'm afraid of you or that you can do of gossip harmful to you for the simple me any harm.' And I left him standing glory of appearing for one moment a little there, with his grin, and flounced out. better informed than the rest. No more But what do you think of it, Gerald ? than that. He would be capable of that; Why should Charlie Hunt behave like he would n't even have to hate you." that to me?"
Both women sat staring at Gerald, im"I could judge better if I knew what pressed by his heat. you said to him at the veglione."
“But what I want to know is how he
knew your name was Barton,” said Es because it seemed like telling a lie. And telle at last.
then we were afraid of things that might “I 've told you what I think. He 's come up- just like this that has, in fact. heard you call me Nell. Tom, too, called
But there was n't anything to do about it. me Nell. That may have given him the So, if Charlie Hunt tells—” hint. Then he simply opened Iona Al- “I 'm not nearly as much afraid of his len's letter and read it. Something was telling that you are here under an asin it, no doubt, that enabled him to put sumed name,” said Estelle, “as that you two and two together. And Charlie were the black crow, and it getting to Hunt, little bunch of meanness! would the ears of Antonia and Co." imagine he could hold over mo the fact "Well, what could they do?" that I was poor once, because he'd think "Spoil Florence for us pretty thorI'd be ashamed of it. But no such thing. oughly, I 'm afraid, Nell." If I changed my name coming here, it was "Oh, nonsense !" cried Aurora; but n't on any such account as that. I 'm after a moment added in a tone of lessened gladder than ever now that I told Mrs. assurance, “Bother!” and after another Foss all about it. I did, Gerald, quite soon moment burst forth, with one hand after we first came, and she said, though it clapped to her curly front hair: “To think was in a way a mistake, she did n't see any that Tom was here yesterday, and this real harm in it. As long as I'd begun had to happen to-day, when he's half-way that way, she said, better not make a sen- to Paris! I wish he had n't gone. I wish sation by changing back or saying any- I had him here to back me up." thing about it. She thought my reasons "Why don't you telegraph for him?" · were very natural. It was n't as if I was suggested Estelle, eagerly. misleading anybody, or anybody was los- "Oh, no, I would n't do that," -Auing money by me.
I'd have told you too, rora's vehemence subsided,-"it 's not imGerald, in a minute, as far as wanting portant enough for that.” just to conceal anything goes. But Ger- “My dear Aurora,” said Gerald, stopald and I”—she seemed to place the mat- ping in front of her, his whole person exter before an invisible judge and jury pressing hurt and remonstrance little short "never talk together of ugly things, do of indignation, "if your wishing for Docwe, Gerald? As I said before, I don't tor Bewick signifies that you do not feel know what my own real front-door name you
have friends near you on whose atis. I was born Goodwin. I married Bar- tachment you can count, surely you do ton, but Barton was n't Jim's real name. wrong to some of us !" Aurora Hawthorne is what I called my- Though his tone scolded Aurora sharply self when we were young ones and played for her lack of faith, Estelle's ear caught ladies, Hat and I. I came over here to a trembling edge to his voice expressive of cut loose from all the bothers that had deep feeling. Estelle had the good sense made the last year in Denver a nightmare. to see that Gerald must inevitably desire I did n't want to be connected with that to make more exposition of his allegiance, dirty mess any more in anybody's mind or and the good feeling to know that this my own. I wanted it to be like taking a could be done better if she were not presbath and starting new, feeling clean. Gerald, with his little peace-offerThen, if I was Aurora Hawthorne, Hat- ing, was at the moment in favor with Estie of course had to be Estelle Madison, telle. His explicitness, his righteous viowhich was her name in our old play-days. lence, his entire adequacy on the subject Neither of us thought of anything when of Charlie Hunt, had charmed her. She we planned it but its being a grand lark. also wanted Aurora to have any comfort And at first, in hotels, what did it mat- the hour might afford. She on the spot ter? But since we 've been here and had feigned to understand Busteretto's pawfriends, we 've felt sorry more than once, ing of her dress as an expression of desire to go into the garden and see the little again reigned for a moment. Then, with sparrows. She swept him up from the the serious face, almost invisibly rippling, floor with one hand and, tucking him un- that betokened in her a secret and sucder her arm, slipped out of the room. cessful fight against laughter, she said in
There was silence for a minute after what she called her good English, faintly her departure. Then Gerald said very reminiscent of Antonia's: stiffly, very formally:
"I am aware, my dear Gerald, of the "If you would do me the honor, dear- honor, the very great honor, you do me. est Aurora, the very great honor, of con- I thank you- for coming up to the scratch senting to take my name, the right I like a little man. But the feeling I have should have to defend you would be- that I could never be warthy of so much would be - part of my great happiness." honor deceydes me to declane. Gerald,"
Aurora stared at him. Beneath the she went on, discarding her English, don't frank investigation of her eyes his own say another word! You dear, dear boy! dropped in modesty and insuperable em- The things you want to defend me against barrassment.
don't amount to a row of pins, when all There was another silence before he I 've got to do if it comes to the pinch is added :
pack my grip and clear out. Thank you "I would try very much to make you all the same, you pet, for your kindness. happy.”
Don't think of it again. I am sort of glad, Aurora repressed the first words that though, you 've got that proposal out of came to her lips, and set aside the next your system. Now we can go back to a ones that rose in her mind to say. Silence sensible life.”
PEAKIN' of this conscriptin' in Ire- "They might," admitted Mr. Murphy;
land,” said my friend Mr. Patrick "but even so, still they 'd fight. An' I 'll Murphy, pressing a few burning strands tell you a story about that. My brother of tobacco down into his pipe with a horny Joe's son Michael is a reporter on a newsforefinger and fetching half a dozen rapid paper, and when the rebellion broke out puffs, “it would be hard for any man to in Dublin the proprietor sent him off to say how it would go. An Irishman is aisy
collect news. Two days' expenses he give enough to coax, but he 's a thrawn divil him, an' tould him if he could n't pick up if ye go to push him. There 's no rule, as much information in the time as would though. If you 're thrying to guess what keep him writin' from that to the next rean Irishman 'll do, the only thing ye can bellion then he ought to go back to the be sure of is that the divil himself could farmin'. n't tell what he 'll do. If he 's put up “So there was poor Michael runnin' again' conscription he may fight again' it about Dublin like a dog at a fair, thryin' or he'll maybe fight undher it; but, any- to gather as many lies in the time as he way, ye may take your oath upon it he 'll could manage, an' gettin' as much ould fight.”
snash from the sodgers on the one side an' "Even if he was conscripted, Pat?" I the Sinn Feiners on the other as made him asked
wish he was a German an' could knock "No matter how ye get him. Look at the divil out of them both. the Sinn Feiners. The one half of them "About the middle of the first day, went up to Dublin on Easter Monday when he was near asthray in the mind bethinkin' it was for a day's outin's, an' yet tween writin' in his wee note-book and when the row started the same boys duckin' bullets, an' bein' turned back out fought like Trojans. I 'm tellin' ye this,' of any safe place there was, down near the said Mr. Murphy, with emphasis: "if ye Ulster railway station he spots a big, redtake fifty thousand Irish soldiers, con- faced, thirsty-lookin' corporal in charge of scripted or not conscripted, an' put them a handful of the Fusiliers. 'That 's the down fornent double as many Germans, man for me,' he says to himself, an' over the lives of the same Germans won't be he goes to him. safe.”
“ 'I want to get the length of Clontarf, “But if they were conscripts, would Sergeant,' says he, pullin' out a two-shillthey not have a grudge against the Eng- in' bit. 'I hear there 's big fightin' out lish, Pat?" said I.
1 Copyright, 1917, by Leslie A. Montgomery. All rights reserved.