Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1869-07-17
Ruth's S Story.

'Well, but, cousin Fred | don't
| want to hear anything more about
| ii. | am tired of love every body's
| in lOve-Hester is in love, Godfrey is
| in love, you're in love, and, in fact,
I'm the only person who is not in
| love"
And Ruth, who had the downiest
peach-colored checks, cOlored most
| beautiful rich crimson
"What color i red ~ sung out her
cousin triumphantIy, and then they
| both laughed, hUe the aeartiest, for
when didn't she laugh, this same
| Rue?
| 1t was 4 large square room in a
| country house, u comfortable, old
fashioned drawing-room, and the
| time was the sweet month of June.
| The window lay open, and Il great
scent of roses filled the air both with
| in and without. Far into the dis
tance stretched the green Cfn eadow-
| fields, the boundary of hedges. and
| beyond range of purple hills.
well, as you won't listen to my
| love-story, may / speak of some
thing else? When is Mr. Urquhart
coming to stay here 2''
Next week." Ruth answered,
briefly.
May abuse him, Rue ~
GAS much as you please, Fred"
| MAY | really How kind! But
/ shan't; it wouldn't be fair.
| Where's Hester? ?''
"In the garden"
| Il shall join her there perhaps
she may listen TO my Iove-story."
| perhaps she may"
And Ruth laughed again, and then
he went out of the room.
1 1 n
mend my frock. Look here ! tore
it by mistake trying TO get some
! ferns in the grove
| ssue t.arned her head from the win
dow. where She haG been following
with said brown eyes the tall figure
| OF cousin Fred, as he went OF across
| the terrace TO join Hester in the gar
den.
''What a sad child you are, Kit ;
| you're always Il bundle of rags.
| Hand me my work-bOS. Here, knetl
down and keep quiet
/ Stitch, stitch, stitch, went the neeule
and thread, Kit eager to be OIL, fol
lowing with her eyes every bird that
driftsd by the window, every hgure
that crossed the terrace.
~ see Hester and Fred, broke out
the child. Hester ana Fred are al
| ways together now ,ain't they ? Rue,
may / go ?n
Eyes run of, and don't make a
mess of Yourself"
Away flew the little girl, and Rue
fell to her stitching and her thoughts
| once more. ALWAYS together now"
| Those words had given her quite n
| little start, and her thoughts made
Journey back into 4 time when some
one had been her property, and not
Hester's ~ all. All that was chan
ced now. She saw them coming to-
ward the house laughing and talk
i inC: and as they came over the
! grass her thoughts were with other
summer times. II was all over now.
The blue dappled sky, the forest OF
trees, thousands of roses bIosSomlnS
Just as they used in those other long
days and the man whom she had
, loved was far. far away-iead, per
hans. with a vast sea rolling between
, them. Ruth will never love another
man more she * carrying the mem
IOry of that one beloved one with
her to n grave.
Il am very fond of Rue ; / wonder
: does she know it, or IL there any use
! in my telling her so :' Fred said &c
Hester.
Don't ask me Rue's a problem
: which the family have never been
able to solve,n Hester answered.
! do YOU think she likes Urqu-
: hart"
Il haven't an idea
: "Do you know what l think o
: him, Hetty ~
/ "What? -
2 THAT he's snob and a fool. Shal
[ give YOU 4 little sketch of his way
; of living > lie spends Sunday II
bed, reading JohIs BuN and BeP
: Life, with a cigar He drinks NOR
t brandy diluted in soda andwater, than
= any other three men put together
:. He Is well dressed, l confess, but the
: owes Mr. Poole Il little account whlcl
1 that gentleman may so whistle for
: | can tell YOU. There il always del
[ icate odor of mile Heln- and bouque
} glamour about him, which become
Il quite oppressive when he takes on
= his pOcket-handkarch He stand
= in the window OF the Junior Carl
= ton half the afternoon TO show IN
: pasSerS-hy that he is n member. Hl
1 own brOugham takes him 10 dlnne
: parties. He never gets up until thre
: O'Clock Z. NJ, and he is never i'll be-
: before four or five o'clock y. NJ
; There are some Hebrew gentlemen
= who claim acquaintance with nm
n He preteutiS To teachme billiards, an
{ / tNuiu give NM liAttt IA w NAiA. y
: | don't believe he ever handled
Il gun or a bat ia his liSs and he own
\ = Grand little Arab that he's airal
e 10 mount, In fact, he's snoh an
Y 4 sneak, and | mean to tell hun ;
:, some day"
i Hes gentlel IAN like III his man
< ner,n Hester said, quietly.
i "Ah, that's justit, | should lik
: TO write pamphlet for young mel
lc with n few hints how To set on Wit
ladies. Walk a. if you had Il chro1
ic pain below your waistcG''t; looI
- n If Vour collar would cut your hea
h. OF il YOU turned To one side; speaf
Il ae-N
i Fred, you're jealous, m afraid.
tt Whereupou Fred began To laug
of again, he was such good-humore
" fellow.
is Rue, papa wants you IN the stl
Te dv, ," a rouud-faced boy popped h
III head into the drawing-room 10 "a,
,e and Rue pat 10y her work and hulr
"a ed away.
it "Weil, papa >"
s. Come over here. What do the: