Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1873-11-24


for which both will be sorry-and only
too anxious to make up when they shall
have had time to grow cool"
Mr.. Elgin had read some very old
fashioned romances in his day he could
not remember any one Of which but con-
tanned chapter after chapter Of such lit
tie episodes between the hero and hero
inc, with always a very pretty finale,
and no end of making up and forgive
ness from both the interested parties,
who take all the world-even the dark
browed villain in the jack boots-to
their bosoms, in a general burst of con-
fdence, at the wind-up.
'Let them alone, Laurie take my
word for it they'll make all right in time.
I've no doubt Layeton will come back
before he gets grayer. They always come
back. Those high-minded chaps, who fly
off at a tangent If woman don't bow
down before them. I think our Prudy
good enough for an emperor, to say moth
ing of Mr.. Douglas Layeton.''
But the week passed, and still Mr..
Layeton had not come back. The day Of
Mr. Bertram's fete champetre the rain
fell in torrents, and all the hampers re-
manned unpacked (nobody felt like eat
ing), the young ladies loudly bemoaned
the sorry fate of sashes, ard curls, which
came out straight with the damp, while
Miss Treslaw, the acknowledged queen
Of the feast, firted numerically with
'Gustus Bertram, and caught cold in
the head, which was awfully common
place behavior in a heroine.
So far from his usual easy manner of
taking things, Mr.. Bertram followed up
the unfortunate picnic with such assidu-
Gus attention that Mrs. Elgin had great
hopes of a Christmas wedding, and be-
gan secretly to make marvellous comb
and shoe bags for every room. in the
house, distracting her brain about what
} would be a suitable present for Prudy
as her very own sister
"You see, Dudley, that west wing is
| totally unoccupied, and would do capt.
| tally for them. they are both SO fond of
sunsets
/ III D,,alnyr- -orrn,,na ;naaeinary
caterpillar under his heel, and said
"Bosh."
Augustus had much better be fond
1 of seeing the sun rise, Laurie dear; such
t talk is well enough for romantic young
t women-girls like Prudy, but | can't
: help thinking you are all wrong about
/. this
0 Mrs. Elgin assured him she was moi
n all wrong.
"Men will never believe a thing unit
!, it is nine days old. I tell you, Dudley
n Augustus is as good as accepted. | saw
It him kiss her hand when they part
n ed, and if that doesn't mean something
e say that it is very strange .
IS at means, I fear, that Miss Treslay
a is grand coquette, and bent on maxim!
d mischief" said Mr.. Elgin on his wa,
% down stairs, tossing Mabel in his arm
,r in hearty way, and stopping to liste1
to sweet, clear voice singing to Bert
s. ram ''No, there's nothing half so swee
T. in life as loves young dream
II And yet, when once alone in her roor
W the tickle, coquettish Prudy sat dow
a. by her writing table dainty little al
~ fair, all inlaid work, and putting he
a pretty face in her hands, cried some We
bt ry sincere tears before beginning
10 write letter she had proposed to hersel
O. one line of which was this
cit was very mean of Douglas to qual
ne rel with me, Doodle, even if l provoke
IN him to it. and I've no doubt I sha
e. marry that odious Augustus because h
ly loves me, and he's Laurie's brother; br
| don't love him-not one bit.
I'll Having put so much on paper Mis-
ne Treslaw drew a very long sigh, put u
ly her letter sealed ready for Dudley's plat
at breakfast cher mail bag. and erie
ed more tears, bitter ones this time, on b,
ng pillow, and finally, upon going to slee]
RS. dreamed all manner of absurd thing
r. especially that Douglas had come bael
,e, Three days after the letter writing
at Miss Treslaw stood by the window lool
tn ing on the dismalled naples, tappir
it the piano softly, and singing a part
he dreary little love ballad by Savag
There was scrunching tread on Il
fly gravel, dark figure swinging past tt
mt wasted lilacs, and then a heavy tres
an behind her.
%; "Prudy! p
ne 30 Douglass then flying from b
5h- embrace .sBut how came you here, M
Layeton % with sudden fall in tel
~, perature,)
int Douglas held her fast.
as THAT letter-you called me bac
ro- Are you sorry, Miss Treslaw? /? Say Il
Ice word and I'll go back again.
zen Prudy remained quite still again
en- the dreadfully horny buttons on N
ing Layeton's waistcoat.
ny did she show that foolish letter.
ry- deceitful-''
en-. CANCEL" finished Mr.. LaYeton.