The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-01-16

elimed the bank with his recoverer
lie treasure. She had evidently bee
sketching, for her materials wer
scattered in picturesque confusion
N laround her.
81 hope it's not much damaged, /,
5 said Tom, as he looked rather rue
fully at the result of his manipuls
e tions. "rm afraid the feathers ar
in a bad way"
IS "Oh,it doesn't matter in the least
. thanks. How kind of you to tax
so much trouble. But for you,
I must have walked home bare-head
ed"
I 81 wouldn't put it on just yet,
Tom said. ''Let it lie in the sun {
d little and dry, while you go on witt
your work"
%But suppose it starts off again
r when there's no one to recover i
for me2" she suggested.
"Let me watch it, then, snC
you can work in peace. You ar
E sketching, I see, may lookP
"Oh, yes; but it's a miserable fail.
ure, I'm afraid, she said, laughing
/, as she handed it to him. Tom exam
ined it and, being a bit of an amateur
himself, proceeded to criticise, and
finally, to instruct. He found the girl
very charming; she seemed so de
Ilightfully free from all conventional
lity, without at sll resembling his be-
te nOtr, the "fast girl"
They grew quite conf dental as
the lesson proceeded, and were
amazed when, on consulting their
watches, they discovered that it was
halfpast six.
81 must Ay," she said, cor 1 shall
be late for dinner, and Sir John can't
stand that"
How far have you to goT' asked
Tom craftily.
"About a mile. I'm staying at
Newlands. No, can carry them,
thanks; I couldn't think of troubling
you any more. Good-by," and she
was of.
Tom went to his room, thinking
great deal about his new friend,
wondering where the charms lay
which, even more than her beauty
had fascinated him; perhaps it was
her Dress" he thought; ''she is bet
ter dressed than any woman 1 ever
saw; and then her bootsp Here he
lit cigar and fell into dream about
the said boots and about the little
white hands which had worked so
industriously and confding under
the direction Of his big, brown paw.
All the next day he wandered by the
river, but she came not. That even
ing he was restless and ill-tempered
with his hostess and every one who
approached him.
The day after he was more fortu-
nate. She was sitting in the old
spot, and greeted him smilingly.
you're inst in time," she said,
"Look atmy tree, isn't it like those
bright green caulihowers you see in
the pickle bottles?"
Tom sat down and set to work on
the refractory tree, while she watch
ed him.
81 say" she said at last, "isn't
this dreadfully improper2"
"Which?" asked Tom, working
away vigorously.
"Why you and me-" she replied
ungramatitcally, "We'ye never been
introduced, and I don't in the least
know who you are or any thing
about you. Lady Turnbull would
have a fit if she knew it."
"Let me introduced myself" said
Tom, laughing, "My name is Lut-
.tcell-Tom Luttrell, or if you prefer
it, Thomis Cursor AlEanley Lut-
trell."
If she had not been sitting behind
him Tom must have noticed the flush
which over spread her face at this
announcement. After pause she
said slowly:
$50 you're Tom Luttrell9'
"Yes," said he looking up. "What
do you know of me?"
"There is a young lady staying at
Newlands who is a great friend of
mine, she has told me about you"
'sIndeed! And what's her name"
"Miss Leigh; Nellie Leigh"
1t was Toms turn to flush now.
GMiss Leigh" he repeated, "Good
heavens! you don't mean to say that
she is in the neighborhood?"
"You don't seem fond Of her," she
said quietly.
Tom painted viciously. 81 hste
fast girls" he said at last
"How do you know she is fast?
You never saw her"
81 heard about her." Tom said
gloomily.
"What have you heard about her%
demanded his companion sharply.
why, there was Ernest Browne;
he met her a little while ago. She
talked along the whole time to him,
and-and sWore, I think he said, and
wanted to smoke. Then Tiverton
told me she was the best hand at
quoting Artemus Ward" and Tom
switched viciously at the dandelions
with his cane.
His companion watched him with
a mischievious smile.
81 wish you'd be less careless with
that wepin', she said, "you'n upset my
water, directly, and then you'll have
to go and get some more"
"Now, don't you begin it." Tom
pleaded.
"Why not? like Artemus,"
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
"Well," his tormentor continued,
''Have you any other fault to find
with your bride"
"She's not my bride"
"But she will be-
"No, l am bothered if she Willp
Tom broke out, vehemently.
what! will you buy your free
dom with Hillingdon and seven thou
sand a yearY"
"Aye, and think it cheap at that
price.
Complimentary to Miss Leigh.
Shall 1 tell herr"
"Ifyou ike-but never mind Miss
Leigh"
you've not told me your name