American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1873-07-05

down his carriage-driye on an alert, slen
, der -legged, shining bay, and Miss Bal
tholomew, on similarly handsome horse
flesh, has cantered At his side. Into al
) open carriage at the door very Bea'
Brummel of footmen is courteously usher
ing Mrs. Heath and Mr.. Louis Burnette
On the piazza stand Miss Martel and MI
Dalgrish, ready for their walk.
You two pedestrians must be sure ant
not keep dinner waiting" gently com
mands Mrs. Heath, while her footmal
closes the carriage-d door with banging de
cision. Then she divides the tendcrest o
indulgent smiles in amiable halves be
| tween her guests on the piazza. 81 sup
pose you're beatitied to get rid of MIR
quite worn OUT Ito MIR. Dalgrish). "Ant
pray keep your destinations mercifully
within bounds Ito Miss MarteD. Ate
that Mrs. Heath daintily kisses adieu will
little lavender gloved hand, Mr.. Burnett,
impressively displaees his lustrous hat
and the carriage rolls away in all its i'm
pOrtant majesty. 4
Have you any idea about the direc
ton of our walk?'' Miss Martel wants to
know while she and her companion loi
teringly leave the piazza. s.. .-
Not the dreamiest," he tells her, with
a pronounced shoulder-shrug. Suppose
| we make it
Across the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rm?"
"That would be a very pretty thing tt
do I've no doubt she laughs; "but the
last line of your quotation carries with il
a disdain of the dinner-hour that l cam
bring myself to share"
"You don't look at all like a slave to
your Appetite
perhaps not But there's nothing
ethereal about me, hope" with a right
anxious intonation). Il do so detest girls
who don't look as if they ate their three
meals day and enjoyed them.'
Then be consoled. You somehow show
your prosperity, though not prominently,
in both face and figure"
MY prosperity.' She has turned her
deep, large eyes upon him rather wonder
| ipgly. He has just attempted to light a
match for his cigar in this brisk wind
that is abroad, and with nose plunged into
a luminous cavern made by both hands,
finds the feat barely possible. When next
he speaks he has changed the subject alto
gether. ----.,...
lis it not perfect day, and is not this a
perfect country? AS a rule am not Civ
en- to noticing landscapes, either real or
on canvas, but to-day demands notice. l
prefer human nature to common nature,
you know" ts, -s..r5,,.... -...
THAT is because you've been brought
up among bad worldly surroundings"
she reproves preachingiy, pursuing her
mouth little. Human nature is all
brambles and scraggy dead trees and
muddy footpaths, with only here and there
a burst of green living beauty. But COM
mon nature"
please don't talk like girl in book, -
he interrupts with meek impertinence.
81 should like to test your contempt for one
kind of nature and your love for another
by having you cast on a solitary island for
little while''
1T would be charmingr' she vocifer-
ates. Say for about six months, with
plenty to eat, drink, wear, and read, all
saved from the wreck! have an intense
taste for Oceania, out of all the geography.
Think how delicious to go cruising in
your private vessel amongst those
Summer isles of Eden, lying in darkpurpie spheres
as the rhapsodical young man of Locks
ley Hall calls them, and all the while to
feel yourself about nextdoor-but-One to
the sweet probability of becoming Rob
inson Crusoe''
"Or else food for sharks; can't say
disgusting"
'Pshaw! you ought to be fond of roam
ing round the world, you are So"
Rich is the word that she finds trem-
bling on her tongues verge, but to pro-
nounce it seems bold familiarity.
$50 whats" he questions, with fair
amount of curiosity in voice and eyes.
"Ah," she cries out, for a kind of an
swer, talking of brambles, here is
horrid one that has fastened itself to my
skirt! Please help me to get rid of the
monster, Mr.. Dalgrish.''
He gives valiant assistance; and while
he is giving it she rattles off more than
one headlong remark with view to make
him forget his recent question. And she
succeeds; for presently they are walking
along again, and he is very tractably lis
tening toher opinion on the last popular
novel.
81 don't like the girl Bit" she objects,
with decision. The idea of her being in
love with What's-his-name for nearly
year and not knowing it! Women always
know in such cases, unless Aey are sheer
nOnenities''
"Are you sure of that?" he murmurs,
with lips so near her check that she can
feel his breath family touch it.
At first she smiles for answer a slow,
provocative smile, gradually turning the
grayish luster of her eyes till they dwell
steadily on his for a moment, then veil
themselves and drop toward the roses on
her breast
''Those are charming roses. Let me
see: you have one, two, three, four. Can
not you spare me One-the smallest-fOr a
b0utOnniere? 1t isn't so much to ask, con-
sidering this poor empty button-hole of
mine"
Again her eyes meet his own; again the
smile dawns into livelier brilliance about
her vivid-red lips. On either cheek there
is a deepened flush, as she lifts hand to
disengage one of the roses from its rest
ing place.
Just then her whole face becomes sud-
denly filled with mixed alarm and sur
prise. Barely a yard from Dalgrish
stands gaunt, ugly, unshorn man, seem
ingly emergent from the earth itself,
though a huge mass of rocks not far off
may account for his abrupt appearance.
He is painfully dirty from crown to sole;
and he carries a bundle in a red handker-
chief, painfully dirty likewise. Why do
tramps always show such an UNMARRIED
preference for bundles in red handker-
chiefs over every other color?
The man grumbles something, address
ing Dalgrish, and extending Dalgrish-
ward about as entirely repulsive-l looking
a hand as one might well fancy.
Rankest impostOr never found a more
willing victim than Miss Martel's COM
panion has been all his life If he lacked,
when rich, that finer charitable sense
which leases some rich men into the
building of hospitals and asylums, he has
still always possessed such careless gen
crosby of temperament as will make him
fling coppers more or less broadcast with
out regard to the deserts of the recipient
His hand is in his pocket now, when Miss
Martel's whisper has the effect of keeping
it there.
az wouldn't if 7 were Won He looks