Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-06-26
III.
IN THE VOICE OF THE STORY TELLER.

The glossy green lawn-slopes at Laurel
wood are momently rippled where the
soft winds sweep them. The westering
sun throws slant light from purplish-
blue heaven. 1t is rarity of afternoons
the freshness of early May mingled
with all midsummer's lcafy bounteous-
ness. Mr.. Heath has recently cantered
down his carriagedrive on an alert slen-
der-legged, shining bay, and Miss Bar
tholomew, on similarly handsome horse
flesh, has cantered at his side. Into an
open carriage at the door a very Beau
Brummel of footmen is courteOusly usher
ing Mrs Heath and Mr.. Louis Burnette.
On the piazza stand Miss Martel and Mr..
Dalgrish, ready for their walk.
you two pedestrians must be sure and
not keep dinner waiting" gently COM
mands Mrs. Heath, while her footman
closes the carriage-door with banging de-
cision Then she divides the tendcrest of
indulgent smiles in amiable halves be-
tween her guests on the piazza. Il sup
pose you're beatified to get rid of Mr..
Burnette and me- Don't bring her home
quite worn out" Ito Mr.. Dalgrish) "And
pray keep your destinations mercifully
within bounds" Ito Miss MarteD. After
that Mrs. Heath daintily kisses adieu with
little lavender gloved hand, Mr.. Burnette
impressively displaces his lustrous hat,
and the carriage rolls away in all its i'm
portant majesty.
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.
Not the dreamiest," he tells her, with
pronounced shoulder-shrug. Suppose
we make it
Across the hills and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim?''
"That would be a very pretty thing to
do, I've no doubt" she laughs; "but the
last line of your quotation carries with it
disdain of the dinner-hour that | can't
bring myself to share'
you don't look at all like 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:n She has turned her
deep, large eyes upon him rather wonder
ingly. He has just attempted to light a
match for his cigar in this brisk wind
that is abroad, and with nose plunged into
luminous cavern made by both hands,
finds the feat barely possible. When next
he speaks he has changed the subject alto
gether.
as it not a perfect day, and is not this a
perfect country2 As a rule | am not Civ.
en- to noticing landscapes, either real OF
on canvas, but to-day demands notice.
prefer human nature to common nature
you know
That is because you've been brought
up among bad worldly surroundings,
she reproves preachingly, pursing 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-N
please don't talk like girl in book, ,
he interrupts with meek impertinence
Il should like to testyour contempt for one
kind of nature and your love for another
by having you cast on a solitary island fol
little WHILE