The Rosary

lently lengthe

circled and cawed arou

pointed to

sun full in her eyes, her arms stretched over her head.

my maid. Jane, be advised in time. Do not ever begin facial massage. Yo

ing already. Myra w

d not have gone in until seven; and no

d Jane. "I know noth

oked all day? Well, if I did not go to my maid now, I should look less sweet by th

d Jane, with frank sincerity; "and

s he feels; a woman is as ol

st seven,"

seventeen,"

ling this mysterious process is going to make you one whit less lovely to-night, I do beseech you to hasten to your maid, o

d him with her gard

to what I was saying to Jane. You shall paint me this autumn. And after t

over her shoulder as she tr

gazing after her. "How much of that wa

plied Jane. "I am completely ignora

," continued Garth, "or s

most determinedly in love with her and, though her mother pressed upon him all her other daughters in turn, he would have Myra or nobody. When he proposed to her it was impossible at first to make her understand what he meant. His meaning dawned on her at length, and he was not kept waiting long for her answer. I have often heard him tease her about it. She looked at him with an adorable smile, her eyes brimming over with tears, and said: 'Why, of course. I'll marry you GRATEFULLY, and I think it is perfectly sweet of you to like me. But what a blow for mamma!' They were married with as little delay as p

had tender, perfect mothers, would like to make it law that the other kind should always be called 'she-pa

passionate adoration of her sainted memory. She liked him best when she got a glimpse beneath the surfa

ion in her estimation of her friends. Garth Dalmain by no means came first among her particular chums. He was older than most of them, and yet in some ways younger than any, and his remarkable youthfulness of manner and exuberance of spirits sometimes made him a

tie, was quite unconscious of his own appearance; and, dazzle

left after most conversations. Did you ever buy air-balls at Brighton? Do you remember the wild excitement of seeing the man coming along the parade, with a huge bunch of them-blue, green, red, white, and yellow, all shining in the sun? And one used to wonder how he ever contrived to pick them all up-I don't know how!-and what would happen i

ied Jane, without enthusiasm. Garth was feel

e took his coat from the back of the ch

d I am certain you can dress, even for the ROLE of Velma, in half an hour. I have known you do it in ten minutes, at a pinch. There is ample time for me to row

e did n

he sort of person to be told off to sit in the stern of a tiny skiff and steer. If I am in a boat, I like to row; and if I row, I prefer rowing stroke. But I do not want to row now, because I have been playing golf the whole afternoon.

ehind his sleek dark head, and looked at her with his

chap," he said, gently

eetest temper in the world. I won't be cross any more. The truth is, I hate th

thetically. "But, that bei

o have something to do for some one who belongs to one? I would black her boots if she wished it. But it is so hard to stay here

ket.' You see, you won't be that. I have no doubt you sing vastly better than most of them, but they will not realise it. It takes a Velma to ma

rget the audience. Let me tell you a lesson I once had from Madame Blanche. I was singing Bemberg's CHANT HINDOU, the passionate prayer of an Indian woman to Brahma. I began: 'BRAHMA! DIEU DES CROYANTS,' and sang it as I might have sung 'DO, RE, MI.' Brahma was nothing to me. 'Stop!' cried Madame Blanche in her most imperious manner. 'Ah, vous Anglais! What are you doing? BRAHMA, c'est un

n every branch of art. I never care to paint a p

as turning exactly the way she

at we old friends, who have your real interest at hea

ou also think adoration and admiration must necessarily mean marriage

omen who run after you. Of course we are perfectly aware that your wife must have every incomparable beauty under the sun united in her own exquisite person. But each new divinity y

re it, and paint it. When I have painted it, I have made it my own, and somehow I find I have done with it. All the time I am painting a woman, I am s

things she wished to discu

nued Garth. "I am to paint her this autumn. I beli

is-?" inq

y Br

Jane. "Are YOU so

ot right for any one to be so absolutely flawlessly lovely. It makes me ache.

nd I do not think other people's wive

hine would have precisely the same effect. I ache to paint her. When I have painted her and really done justice to that matchless

ry?" quest

t which lets one penetrate beneath the surface, and I can paint that face from memory weeks after. Lots of my

form of religion

reak who said all sickness came from the devil. I never could believe that, for my mother was an invalid during the last years of her life, and I can testify that her sickness was a blessing to many, and bo

consciousness, either for himself or for her, which allowed him to talk thus to the plainest woman of his acquaintance, held a vein of

be denied their share of

to speak, his face was transfigured. Goodness and inspiration shone from it, making it as the face of an angel. I never again thought him ugly. The beauty of his soul shone through, transfiguring his body. Child though I was, I could differentiate even then between ugliness and plainness. When he sat down at the close of his magnificent sermon, I no longer thought him a complicated form of chimpanzee. I remembered the divine halo of his smile. Of course his actual plainness of feat

t us return to the important question of the face which you ARE to have daily opposite you at table. It cannot b

ly. "I object to girls' names being m

he is lovely, she is charming, she hails from the land whose women, when they possess charm, unite with it a freshness and a piquancy which place them beyond compare. In some ways you are so unique yourself that you ought to have a wife with a ce

refully selected a cigarette, and sat with it

," sai

and it fell on the lawn, flaming brightly. Garth sprang up and extinguished it, then drew his chair more exactly opposite to Jane's

e. There were at least a dozen young men of whom she could have given the names upon hearing a description of their method. Also, she ha

t Gart

le blue as it curls up from the cigarette

ute her quota of pats to this air-ball, or to encourage the superficial workings of his mind just then. She quietly a

May I prove my gratitude by explaining for once where my difficulty lies? I have scarcely defined it t

mpanionable silence. Garth found himself parodyin

ray that hea

ch chairs, and

se of calm, and rest, and well-being; an uplifting of spirit which made all good things seem better; all diffi

will yearn to love and serve. And yet I shall know she knows the standard, just as I know it; I shall know she remembers the ideal of gentle, tender, Christian womanhood, just as I remember it; and I must not, I dare not, fall short. Believe me, Miss Champion, more than once, when physical attraction has been strong, and I have been tempted in the worship of the outward loveliness to disregard or forget the essentials,-the things which are unseen but eternal,-then, all unconscious of exercising any such influence, old Margery's clear eyes look into mine, old Margery's mittened hand seems to rest upon my coat sleeve, and the voice which has guided me from infancy, says, in gentle astonishment: `Is this your choice, Master Garthie, to fill my dear lady's place?' No doubt, Miss Champion, it will seem almost absurd to you when you think of our set and our sentiments, and the way we racket round that I should sit here o

d to her dumbness was the fact that she was infinitely touched by Garth's confession; and when Jane was deeply moved speech always became difficult. That this young man-adored by all the girls for his good looks and delightful manners; pursued for his extreme eligibility by mothers and chaperons; famous already in the world of art; flattered, courted, sought after in society-should c

uld bring herself to frame wa

eyes flashed

ould like the pine woods and the moor. I say, Miss Champion, why should not I get up a 'best party' in September, and implore the duchess to come and chaperon it? And then you could come, and an

hink that girl has a sweet nature. Could you do better? The exterior is pe

hted. "And what will Margery

ly. "When you marry the niece,

people were no

"Americans are so charming, that we

arth. "But they are to be at Lady Ingleby's, where I am

day, but I have promised Myra to turn up at Shenstone for the we

uld help being a harmonious coupl

you think so highly of Myra. She is a dear! Only do make haste and pa

The rooks had circled round the elms an

glad we have had this talk," she added,

d leather. And we each kicked one goal,-a tie, you know. For your advice went home

e saw him now through old Margery's

we will consider it a tie, and surely it will prove a tie t

diary. Her conversation with Garth Dalmain seemed worth recording, particularly his story of t

nd dressed for dinner, and th