The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-05-16

whether he expected to meet the
small man again, or why he altered
his plans; perhaps he did not know
himself. Helooked over the village,
which was to have been simply paus-
ing place for rcfreshmcnt; at the tickle
sunshine throwing light and shadows
over The wood. which was 80 beautiful
even III the Winter baroness, and
thought that a day might be we'll
spent in such u place. ssfa9 aaa tlat'
Mr.. Noel Caperne sat on IA NOISY
stoDe by the river. and watched n
squirrcl %springinga from branch to
branch, till the brown fur began TO
turn into velvet coat aud he caught
himself wandering back 30 yeaterdays
adventure, aoa and Specializing - an
to st whatsd sort of ta1a reception
tho little chap had met with at
home4a Allaat once he put his beard
ed chin into bip hands, and bent q
perplexed f0wn upon tho river.
s5''There's 40 mething III his faco I've
seen before, - said tho artist to him
self. II wonder what IL Ii. A fancy
of minc, perhaps. Don't believe that
though. Whatever IL Is, circumstan-
.ees pot pleagant have TO do with it,
Hero he, broke into o laugh which
the very solitude of the world around
him seemed TO ssrebnkc and silence.
+ Of course he was u fool The day
was declining. and he had n stage of
of his journey before him; what was
the use of sitting on a moss covered
stone speoulatipg on ghostly resem !
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q As no got, up from the stone. Mr..
Capcrnc heard voices and paused. A
Ettle below him there was a turn in
tie path, over which the branches,
lea1css. though they were, fell so
thickly that be dared to peep through
them without being seen; and there
wnt Tony, velvet coated. rod capped,
and long tongued. Mr.. caperne saw
something else, also, which appeared
TO him moro worthy Of attention;
only a young girl, with a bunch of VII
Diets in her hand, early v~iolcts, and
sweet, so far as hefcoald judge, since
each ono travelled TO her lips before IL
was arranged in its place among tho
tiny bite Of moss which served rs u
foil to the blossoms. '' ~. ~
Il. In the first place, Tony said this
young Indy, "you had no business
up n tree as You call it--horrid
/ Infthe next" As 0s1fH "a
Bat, don't | tell you / was after .
squirrel, said Tony; "apd don't you
Know how papa hates squirrels T And
this was tho very chap that ate, our
nuts in The sumiaer--I knew him by.
tho curl OF his tail" Il lea 80
tho next proceeded the
young lady, calmly, you must have
been shockingiy rude to D strange
gentleman. by your own account.Pasa
Aunt Lucy, | didn't say he was a
.gentlemnn cried Tony. He works
for u living. Girls never will under
stand things
itt" Very stupid Of them, certainly"
said Aunt Lucy. "Thon you think.
III were 10 soil my hands with any.
thing but howors, | shouldn't be a In
dy, eh z They arc very sweet, Tony"
This was about the v~ielets, but tho
girl looked up as she said it, and Mr.,
Noel Tapcrne drnw back suddenly,
and went away down the path with
noisoless footsteps. He went TO his
room in tho queer old inn by the
river. and looked at the knapsack,
which lay ready for him. but did not
take il up. lie threw open the ease
'inent instead, and loaned out V Q the
river, where il ran, dark and s%ullen,
under stone arches, and the dis.
tant rush OF q mill wheel reached
him. But these things were only
palpable to. him vaguely. What he
really saw with his Discerning minds
eye was the picture of u girlish face
bent over a bunch of v%iolets; and az
rose before him, Mr.. Caperne
brought his eyebrows together, and
said, impatienily. Where have i
seen il betore2 va