Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1873-08-28

namely, analyzing smile into its de-
ponent parts-its frankness, its infinite
sHggestiveness, its touch of sadness at
that word pleasifring, and its rare, name
less charm, of which none of these
bore any past. azmis- ~ -ssj t-.ig'
He became possessed with desire to
see 1t again, and fell to wondering ..if
the conceited puppy whose place he
was occupying had often been favored
with SUCH" Suddenly those words OF
Goethe's that he had just written to
viii Hurston presented theanse Ives
'sfor L have no woman in my head"
He followed it with an answer, accom-
panied BY a quick, cynical sneer at the
equivocation, at is not a woman, but a
smile" He never waited for dessert,
SO now with this thought he abruptly
lift the table. Miss Gunthrie did not
eat dessert either. He had been accus-
toned to see her pacing up and down
the hall, waiting for her aunt to finish.
A man, especially an unmarried man,
at thirty, always has his habits. One
of Max Muhler's was to sit on the bal
eony after dinner and read the evening
paper. Until tonight he had given no
heed to Miss Gunthrie's walking; it had
been part of the daily routine. But
now he was fully conscious every time
her light footstep neared the door. oaI
PIesentlya flower girl came mp the
steps selling bouquets That was an
other of his habits, buying bouquet
just at this hour. Flower girl discovered
this, and was always pnnctnal. To-
night he selected larger one than nsu-
al, made up of tuber-roses and hello
tropes. When the girl had left, he sat
idling a moment, then with an odd
smile at himself stepped to the front
door. nov, s-.j, ~ s-.a.lf alI rbie
Miss Gunthrie had but just turned to
repace the hall. Max. Muller stood
watching her. Her carriage. the poise
of her head, the very sweep of her
white dress, were characteristic
strength, decision, and grace combined.
When she turned, she saw him, but
still advanced as she had done each
time. She might have turned aside and
entered the drawing-room from affec-
tation, ora fear lest this very eligible
gentleman should think she sought him.
Oddly enough, this Max Muhler, who
had scarcely looked at woman for
three years, had begun to study the
handsome music teacher. Had she
turned, she would have disappointed
him. Having no such intention, she
never thought of being suspected, so
came quite to the door. As she did so,
he presented the flowers, saying:
"These are in certain sort sug-
gestion of whence they came"
She thanked him, with that rare smile
again. This time it held still another
quality sudden surprised delight;
part at the flowers, part at the kind
ness. sG ed
1t was desire to see the smile that had
prompted the act. Max Muller gener-
ally got what he wanted.
You have not been out of town this
season?" he said, by way of leading to
a conversation.
"No, it was quite impossible" The
tone told that before that decision of
impossibility had been arrived at, there
had been hard struggle. q bad
Some OF her music scholars had prob
ably remained in the city, and her fool
ish whim had made her think she must
stay too. He had taken several rests,
of a week at time, down at Long
Branch. 1t was selfish i'm her to keep
the old lady, her aunt, in the city all
the long hot summer, just to crafty her
caprice, he thought, glad to find some-
thing to cavil at. No beauty would
survive close confinement and no pleas
uring. Max Muller, with all his dis
trust of woman, had keen love for
a beautiful face. He was won't to say,
sneeringly, that it was woman's best
gift. Now he fell to wondering how
Miss Gunthrie would look on the bluffs
at Long Branch, with a sea wind flut-I
tering her graceful robes, and blowing
fresh in her handsome face. 1t was
this wondering, together with certain
contempt for her supposed selfishness,
that prompted his discourteous remark.
"If you would not go away for your
own sake, you should have done so for
your aunt's.'' ca9I i'uH -sf3 '' .li.
The color rushed to her very brow,
then died out, leaving her very pale.
The flush had been in answer to his
tone, the pallor for sudden fear. ~
"You think she is not looking strong?
that she is i'll % e.
He took a selfish delight in watching
her varying expression, and was about
to try it further when the old lady
stepped from the dining-room into the
hall. She left him instantly with lit
tie bow, and went to meet her. He
watched her draw her hand through
her arm, and lead her toward the stairs;
then went back to his seat on the bal
cony and his paper. no -rl
He did not read, however. The steady
current of his thoughts and the quiet
monotony of his life had been disturb
ed that day by his letter from Will Hurs-
ton and the handsome music teacher.
He was watching the passersby, the
gay, elegant equipages rolling home
from the park; and the slow plodding
of this worlds foot passengers on the
pavement. The stream of life flows
sluggishly of September night in the
great city. After while the sound of
voices in the drawing-room window,
directly outside of which he sat, ming
gled with the sounds upon the pave
ment. 1t was Madam Lagrange talk
ing to one Of her new boarders. He
recognized the voices. 1t had grown
quite dark. Over Madison Square the
bright stars were shining, and a pleas
ant breeze was rustling the trees in the
little park. He had fallen into sort of
reverie, OF which the voices were a
part. Suddenly the half-dreamy mon
otone-fOr such it had grown to him
was broken by name-Miss Gunthrie.
The words that followed came so quick