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Beautiful Miss Armadale.
By Mrs. V. H. PALME?.
"ITiQ nothing content you?*
Th? dull hoax of the day at Indian
Beach was that which followed luncheon.
Dazing this hoar, on tbe day following
the Craig dinner party, Miss Eliot and
Miss Armadale, sitting behind tho seal?
loped awnings of the piazza, saw Clare
Craig in her short red skirt and broad
brimmed hat, in which she suggested a
gypsy at a masquerade, picking her way
along the beach over which the rising
tide from moment to moment spread
higher and higher.
"Clare can't walk from her house to
oars without trying to get a little ex?
citement out of it," remarked Miss
Eliot, whose knees were covered by
scone huge-undertaking in Bolton cloth
and Kensington stitch.
"It is a queer time to come. The tide
wiU be np m half an hour, and she will
have to return hy the road," remarked
Mw?, Ehot, who sat just within the halL
Miss Armadale asia nothing. She waa
wondering that Clare came alone.
Clare was waving her bandin triumph
at her own agility as she scrambled by
aid of ti? bayberry bashes over the sand
?une and oat of the way of an uncom?
monly strong, swift wave.
"I didn't see any of yon at the bathing
beach this morning," she said, establish?
ing herself in a hammock in one comer
of tte broad piazza; "and so I thought
rd como and tell you the news."
"Is there any news at Indian Beach?*
queried Miss Armadale. She sat in a
low hung chair, her small bronze slip?
pers protruding from under her white
"There wouldn't be bat for you,* re?
plied Clare sharply.
"Have I anything to do with your
"You can judge. Alan and Mr. For?
syth have quarreled. They came to
breakfast separately. And then John
harnessed up and drove Mr. Forsyth
three or four miles back in the country,
where he has found board and taken all
his traps. He told me that he was
obliged to do some literary work and
moat be quiet. Bot of coarse I know!
Alan didn't like his waltzing with you
last night, and Forsyth wouldn't stay in
**My dear dare, yon jump at conclu?
sions, " said Miss Armadale languidly,
bat Clare saw the cool glitter flash in
her sleepy eyes at the thought of new
"You'd better follow my example and
jump at some conclusion as to which of
your beaux you'll marry,'' retorted Clare.
"My choice seems to interest you,"
said Hope Armadale maliciously. She
knew of poor Clare's devotion to Alan,
who had never thought of her other than
ss a little sister.
Tbe crimson blood tingled in Clare's
"You play with men's hearts as if
they were tennis balls," she flashed out
"I dont believe any good woman
"Clare-child r from Mrs. Eliot.
.*I beg your pardon-but-I am glad I
said it," was the quick retort. "And,
oh, Lucille, 1 wanted to tell you that 1
had a letter from the Dacres this morn?
ing. They want me to join them on
their trip to Yellowstone park. And
Fm going. 1 start tomorrow for Bos?
ton, where I meet them Alan is going
to take me to them. Fm awfully glad.
1 hate Indian Beach."
The tide was down by sunset, and Alan
Craig and Hope Armadale were walking
on the hard, smooth sand.
"I am going away for a .week," said
"So your cousin told us."
*Give me my answer before I go."
-That wouldn't be polite, Mr. Craig," j
ehe laughed. "You would have noth- j
ing to look forward to-to bring you j
"1 don't understand you," he said al- |
most roughly. "Does it amuse you to j
"Alan," she said in her soft voice, j
.'think how short a time we have known ?
each other-not two months."
"Don't yon think you understand me |
She smiled in the gathering darkness.
lt was so absurd-the bare notion that
she did not comprehend every in and
out of that frank masculine nature.
"You know that you do," he said !
"Yon understand me thoroughly, though j
you have only known me two months, j
Now, then, do I understand you? No,
Hope Armadale, and I never shall. No
better in two centuries than in two
months. But what is more to the point,
I love you. I love you without under- i
standing you. I love you so blindly and j
wildly that nothing I could learn re?
garding you could alter my love. So
there is nothing to wait for. Will you
"Give me the week of your absence,"
she said, almost gently. "Let me think.
Alan; let me be sure."
??You mean leave you free to experi?
ment on Victor Forsyth while I am gone.
Yon were on the point of engaging your?
self to me last evening when our talk
was interrupted by Miss Eliot remind?
ing you that it was time to leave. In
the three min?tes that I was away about
the carriage you were introduced to
Forsyth. You waltzed with him, and
"If you believe that and still ask
to care for you, I should despise you.
"I believe I am mad. I say thi
which only a madman would say. 1
are right to despise me. I am glad :
were frank. Pray go on, and say tha
woman can't love a man for whom i
feels contempt. But no; you need :
say it I will spare you the disagrees
task. Goodby, Miss Armadale. I
cept your rejection. I will try to
man enough to endure , my disappoi
"Alan"- She paused, standing
the shelter of the sand dune. She ]
one hand to cover her eyes; the ot?
she held toward the angry man who v
turning from her. "How unreasons'
-how violent yon are: Do yon exp
me not to take a second for reflection?
"I do not mean to be unreasonab
Hope. But I love you till I have no n
son left," he said, pausing.
"Take my hand. Let us be frier
for a week more."
"And after that?"
He-held her hand and leaned besi
her against the sand wall of the nie
within which they stood.
"Will nothing content you?"
"Nothing-but one kiss, Hope Ara
dale, from your sweet lips. Give i
that and I can wait for eternity. L
me have that to remember, and I w
go away and stay till you recall me-t
you say I may come."
She did not shrink from him or mot
Tmn. He wound an arm about her ?E
lithe form just as he might for a wall
He stooped, and with his disengag*
hand he held her head firmly, and
mouth to mouth they kissed each 6th
with a long silent kiss.
? "I am content," said-Craig with nae
mg eyes. "I ask no more-no promis
so pledge-till you are ready to give i
I am yours. It shall be for you toss
when you will be mine. "
She pressed his hand ever so slightly,
"Let us go home now," she said wit
a vague alarm in her voice.
Graig left her at the door. There wi
company in the parlor and he was in r
mood for careless talk. He strode alon
the wet, dark beach and already bega
to reflect upon the nature of the bon
which he had so eagerly ratified.
That night Lucille Eliot went to hi
guest's room after the latter was in bec
"Hope," she said, "you are going tc
far with Alan Craig. Recollect, I feel
responsibility in the matter."
"Since men are fools, what can os
"One can be honorable, Hope."
"Dear Lucille, don't preach to mi
Nothing makes me so wicked as bein
preached to. Craig, thank Heaven, goc
off tomorrow-to stay till I call hil
back. I never could have spared nix
but for his friend Forsyth's arriva
Now I must See what I can do wit
Miss Eliot sighed a bitter little sig!
Forsyth had made abrief call that ever
mg while Craig and Miss .Armadale wer
down on the beach, and had accepted v
invitation to join a horseback party f o
a visit to an Indian encampment severa
miles from the beach nexis day.
- Miss Eliot had found this new ac
qnaintance unusually agreeable. Bu
she could not expect to hold the atten
tion of any agreeable man whom i
amused Miss Armadale to flirt with
Craig himself was such a flirt that th<
Eliots had regarded him and Hope a
equally matched. But lately the serious
ness of the affair had begun toanno^
them in a way rather incomprehensibh
to persons to whom Miss Armadale wai
a mere acquaintance of the season.
The day of the visit to the encamp
ment was one of those strange days thai
come at the -end of summer at the sea
shore-hot and stall-with a small coppei
sun in a gray sky.
Miss Armadale had two escorts on thc
ride out-a couple of college boys-witt
whom she rode recklessly far in advance
of the rest
Forsyth rode beside Miss Eliot. He
had treated Miss Armadale with re
serve, having found reasons for so do?
ing. His mind was on her, but he almost
ignored ber when chance threw them to?
Lucille and he talked as they rode
with implacable common sense. Forsyth
had never talked such radical common
sense with a woman before. He quite
liked it, except for the distracting
thought of Miss Armadale's beautiful
form in the short green habit, flying
flying along the sandy wood road under
the thin, sad trees-as trees are near the
At the encampment they betight bas?
kets and mats, which they fastened
about their waists, and so went riding
"What are you talking about?" Miss
Armadale reined up suddenly alongside
Forsyth and Miss Eliot, who were walk?
ing their horses as she put the question.
They were within two or three miles of
the beach, and she had not succeeded in
attracting bis attention during the whole
"Talking of what is best worth living
for," answered Lucille seriously.
"Why, fun, of course," returned Miss
"Anything that is fun for us, though
it may be death to somebody else?' asked
"Oh, that is too nice a distinction for
me," said Miss Armadale; "that is some?
thing for the frogs and the boys to settle
"A woman without feeling is a mis?
take in creation," said Forsyth in a low
tone, reining his horse to Miss Arma?
dale's side and looking at her with a
sort of ferocity.
"What do you know about mistakes
in creation?" she retorted. "If I could
choose I would be a woman without
feeling, rather than anything else."
"So that I might be indifferent to such
treatment as I have received this after?
She looked at him with her soft, dark
eyes, with her. lovely curves and her
glow and bloom.
"Did my waltzing disgust you last
night, that you have not given me a
word or a look today?'
"I am not a man who bestows his j
words or looks -where they, are not j
? "No. 1 see that. That is why your
words and looks are worth having."
"If tha> is your opinion, I am at your
! Bervice, Miss Armadale."
"Oh, you misunderstand me, of course.
Men always misunderstand me."
"I do not wonder. You seem an enig?
ma to me."
"I am sure you could read me-though
not every one can."
"I am going to try to read you."
"Ah, then I shall try to prevent you."
"Why? Have you anything to con?
In the shadow of the pine he saw a
change of color in her face.
"A woman always has her feelings to
"Why, no, not necessarily. I can im?
agine that to the proper person she would
like to reveal them."
"To the proper peroon!" repeated Miss
Armadale with a shrug. "But the fun
consists in revealing them to the im?
What a strange, bold speech this was,
Forsyth reflected after he had left the
party. Hope Armadale was truly an
enigma. But what a fascination she
When he found that Craig had left
the beach so unexpectedly for an indefi?
nite absence, he suspected that Miss Ar?
madale had refused him, and as time
passed without his return he was con?
vinced that this was so. But one day
coming upon that young lady unexpect?
edly he found her reading a long letter
in what was to him Alan's unmistakable
"Miss Armadale," he said frankly,
looking significantly at the sheets which
she hastily attempted to fold, "I ap*
knowledge myself beaten. I had begun
to suspect that I could understand you.
But I see that I do not."
"What do you misunderstand, Mr.
Forsyth?" she asked haughtily.
"The encouragement you have given
my attentions during the past three
"Your attentions, Mr. Forsyth?"
"Certainly, my honest and unmistak?
able attentions-which you nave, re?
ceived as- a woman receives such marks
from a man who she knows is about to
ask for her love."
? Forsyth stood tall and severe before
"I am sure I do not understand you."
"Hope Armadale, you have known
from the first minute I looked at you
that I was in love with you-my first
love, let me tell you, for any woman.
After that first meeting 1 let you alone.
I believed that Craig had a claim on
you. You remember the ride home
from the encampment and what yon
said to me to lure me on. Days passed:
Craig did not return, and you gave me
every evidence of-preference"
"Stop, Mr. Forsyth!"
"Pardon me, I am not through. You
are dealing with some one besides Alan
Craig today. You have given me, 1
say, every mark of preference. Alan's
continued absence convinced me that
everything between you and him was
ended. I have been waiting for a suita?
ble opportunity to say in words what
you well know that I feel. I come here
today and find you smiling and blushing
over a love lettef from-my rival."
*^You are very cross. Mr. Forsyth."
"Is that all you have to say to me?"
"What would you have me say?' She
was a little afraid of him.
"Which of us two you love," he an?
She turned unexpectedly pale. She
clasped her hands in a mechanical way,
letting the papers fall to the floor.
There were tears in the lustrous eyes
she lifted to ForsythV stern face.
"You must wait," she stammered.
"Wait, to be fooled further! No, Miss
Annadale; I am through with you.
"Mercy!" she cried.
"It is the merciful who receive mercy.
May you never know its meaning."
The interview took place in a bow
window, from which there were steps to
the lawn. As Forsyth uttered the last
words steps were approaching through
the parlor. He was too much agitated
to control bis manner, and hastily open?
ing the French window he sprang down
the steps and was soon out of sight.
He was beaten. His violence, his self
betrayal had not elicited anything which
he sought to know. He was ignorant
whether Hope Armadale cared for him,
whether she was engaged to Alan Craig
-just as ignorant as when his pursuit
began a month before.
Staggered to the window with his load.
He strode back to his boarding place
and spent the night writing. Opening
his window in the chill gray dawn he
heard the dull, distant roar of the sea
heard it, he thought, nearer, wilder than
ever before. A group of men in oilskin
suits were plodding silently along. For?
syth recognized them-they were from
the life saving station. What were they
doing? There was no storm, no wind.
And while he thought about it the
sound of terror, of the remorseless waves j
coming higher, nearer, seemed to thun
der "Danger! Danger!"
Forsyth caught his mackintosh from
a hook, sprang through the raised win- j
dow, which was on the ground floor, and ;
hurried after the men.
"What's up, Olmstead?" he asked of
one of them whom he knew.
"There's a devil of a high tide!"
"Have the boats been washed away?"
"Boats! The whole beach'll be washed
away, I'm thinking."
"Are the cottages in danger?"
"That's what we are going to see
Forsyth asked no more. Craig cot?
tage and the Eliots' villa were a quarter
of a mile apart, and both were very near
the beach. There were no men but the
servants in either.
The light grew stronger moment by
moment and the noise fairly deafening
as they approached the sea.
"How long before flood?' asked For?
"Still an hour," and while the man
was speaking the party paused at the
sight before them-a gray wave with
curling streamers of spray towered
above the distant sand dune and broke
hissing beyond it-the first.
A shudder ran through the little party.
"We had. better divide," suggested
Forsyth. "Count me as one of you.
This is the nearer way to Mrs. Eliot's..
The waves must be up to their lawn.
Let us make haste."
A moment later and they could see
the villa, and as they sighted it a group
of people were rushing from it with
cries that were drowned hythe tumult
of the waves.
"They have escaped, and none too
soon," muttered Phil Olmstead.
Forsyth was pressing in advance. "It
is not the family-it is the servants," he
groaned as the half clad men and women
ran beckoning frantically toward them.
Waiting for nothing, they passed on,
but not so fast as the high tide. A great
crash of shattered glass told them that
the windows were giving way. Forsyth
ran now like a man possessed. The beau?
tiful villa was creaking like a vessel
among the tossing waves. Already ar?
ticles of furniture were floating about.
"These are the chambers,." he shouted
and began the ascent of a ladder which
stood-it did not occur to him to wonder
how it came there-under Miss Anna
In the gray light, amid the deafening
roar of wind and waves, he leaped into
the girl's chamber. Aman was before
hun. This man stood hythe bedside.
"Hoper he shrieked as he lifted the
unawakened girl and huddling the
sheets about her staggered to the win?
dow with his load. Forsyth had paused.
Hope awoke now, and paralyzed with
fear struggled from the arms of her
saviour, and the three confronted one
another-Alan Craig, Forsyth and the
woman they both loved.
The water into which they descended
was knee deep. Olmstead bound the
little party together and fairly hauled
the women to a spot of safety.
Their lives were saved, and as they
flew from the scene the wild waves were
sweeping through the pretty rooms,
through the presses filled with dainty
garments, scattering the contents of toi?
let cases and jewel boxes.
At the nearest place of safety, where
breakfast and clothing were furnished, a
stranger, who evidently belonged with
the Eliots, was first observed by Forsyth
and Craig. He was a tall, middle aged,
grizzled gentleman, who would be pom?
pous under less forbidding circum
"Mr. Auchinloss, of Scotland," was the
title by which he was presented. "He
arrived only last evening," they were in?
formed by Lucille.
"It is Hope's intended husband, you
know," Mrs. Eliot explained abruptly to
Forsyth when opportunity occurred.
"They are to be married very soon," she
added hastily. "The engagement took
place in England in the spring. Hope
would not have it announced until Mr.
Auchinloss could come over for the mar?
riage. It is a very fine match for Hope,
and I trust she will appreciate her good
Forsyth made no reply, and Mrs. Eliot
added, with a quiet smile:
"Hope has been a sad flirt, but I sus?
pect her flirting days are over."
A few weeks later Hope Armadale
wedded her laird and went off across the
water to be a grand lady. Neither Craig
nor Forsyth saw her again after the
morning when they looked defiance at
each other amid the furies of the high
But the months went by, and a year
from that fearful day Lucille Eliot and
Victor Forsyth were joined in marriage
in the pretty little chapel at Indian
Beach, and rumor asserts that an en?
gagement will soon be announced be?
tween the best man and the first brides?
maid on that happy occasion-to wit,
Alan Craig and his Cousin Clare.-True
She Was Very Pretty.
"I was in San Francisco and strolled
down to witness a fire that was raging
within a few blocks of my hotel," said
Dick Goodwin, addressing the experi?
ence meeting assembled in the Lindell
corriders. "As usual, I got well to the
front. A moment later a rather pretty
woman came rushing down the stairway
of a burning office building and threw
herself into my arms, imploring me to
save her. She appeared nearly crazed
by excitement, and I allowed her head
to repose on my manly shirt front while
I strove to soothe her. She moaned and
sobbed like a stricken child, and pro?
tested that she had lost everything she
had in the world. I could not help
wondering what property she could have
in an office building, but as she was
rather pretty I was willing to take her
word for it that her fortune was going
up in smoke before my eyes.
"She soon caught sight of some one she
knew, and with profuse apologies for
disturbing rae was quickly lost in the
crowd. 'Yer watch chain's broke,
mister,' said a bootblack at my elbow.
Then I began to take^stock. My watch
and diamond sparkler were gone, like?
wise a fat roll of bills from my vest
pocket. I tried to find the maid all for?
lorn, who had left my fortunes so tat?
tered and torn, but the earth seemed to
have opened and swallowed her."-St
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Mr. Henry Adams of Washington, the
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