Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1874-07-02
"H0W MAY CUT me- OUT"
BY A SELF EVIDENT.

low lounge, just where the breeze
stealing through the snowy folds o
the curtain, lifted the soft hair from
her forehead, that was most unroman
tically flushed just then, "Well, this il
comfort"
| turned around in some amaze
ment, my mouth full of hair-pins, tc
see what could have wrung such ar
exclamation from my companion, fol
it was not often that she condescend
ed to show either surprise or pleasure
in the cool tones of her voice, and
my wonder found vent in my favorite
expression.
"Is it possible ?"
'Is what possible ?" she returned
moving her head languidly around
until she had good view of my face
at the same time tanning herself with
a great palmleatthat had lain in tempt
ing proximity.
"ls what possible ?"
"Why, that you have made up your
mind to be satisfied in any place.
thought"
"Then your thoughts are wrong,
she retorted and /, knowing that il
was useless to try to draw from hel
anything more than laconic answers
turned again to my glass, which,
must confess, held more interest fol
me than any other object at that par
ticular time, while she picked up q
magazine, and became immersed ir
some love lorn tale, which proved SC
interesting that, ten minutes after
wheh I glanced around, the book lay
on the floor, and May, rolled in 9
snug ball, was living the heroine's
troubles over again in her dreams.
We were school friends, this May
Mancourt and l, and had quarrelled
from the Fl st date of our acquaintance
up to the present time, until o day
passed withont bout of some kline
was marked as "an event" in the cal
endar yet, somehow, we would nevel
seperate, for, whatever she thought ot
me, | liked her with a like that was
rather increased than diminished by
our freqaent disputes and so, wher
school days were ended forever ani
the summer zephyrs began to fan oul
"victor brows' June found us domicil
ed together at this little seaside re
treat, where we had received permis
sion to remain one month, before join
lug our respective families in "doing'
the more aIduous duties of Saratogs
and Newport.
Well, it was a paradise, cozy ant
snug, with an air of romance ovel
everything; and 1 forgot that horriG
lock of front hair that would moi
crimp, spite of my utmost endeavor
and echoed my friends sigh of con
tent as my eyes wandered over STRIP
upon strip Of silver sands, streachine
away out to the blue ocean, only brok
en- here and there by a mass of rug
ged rock, against which the waves
beat with a sullen, angry roar thai
ffoated to my ears with a weird, sigh
ing sound.
Suddenly my eye, in itsroving, light
ed on two figures, standing on a higt
cliff that rose like sentinel from the
sea and, although they were at quite
a distance from me, their forms were
distinctly outlined against the cloud
less sky, and l could perceive that
they were of medium height, the one
slender and boyish, the other stoutel
and heavier in make and build. II
my curiosity, dropped my toilet ar
ticles and moved toward the window
for what was more welcome sight tc
a passably good looking young girl Of
eighteen, just free from school disci
pine and teachers control, than this
The moments flew by UNDECIDED, as
watched the last red blaze of depart
inc sunshine, that bathed them in it:
final sleep in the great restless ocean.
But | was reused at last
"What interests you so my dear 2
asked voice at my side ; and, turn
ing around, I beheld Mays blue eyes
looking over my shoulder in anything
but their old dreamy fashion, and hel
cheeks flushed as her gaze followed
mine.
'New comers," I said, sententious.
ly; for, as this was our third day at
the quiet hotel, we were already vel
acquainted with most of the inmates
quiet, staid people, with here and
there some result from the fashiona