The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-03-20

wouldn't. Once she picked som
crawling thing from her dress an
tossed it out at the door, but nevC
glanced at me.
Miss Whiting I said, at lengtl
pardon me, but I'm tired of maxim
believe. l had rather think the al
Dor occupied
Miss Whiting kept on reading, an
answered quietly:
Very well, consider me here
Not to be worsted in this way,
said boldly
We'll, but want you to talk t
me-
She closed her book, keeping on
slender hand between the pages, an,
lifted her childishly calm eyes t,
my face.
1t is a very pleasant day, Mr.
Lester she said, with perfec
: gravity.
Decidedly responded.
Much cooler since the shower,
she observed.
1T is,' l assented.
Looks some like rain in the east,
she remarked.
at does l said, and then we botl
laughed.
Now she said, 4 hope you viii
let me go on with my book. 1t is
| Dickens Great Expectation, and il
you have ever read it you can under
stand my interest.
DO you like Dickens ? asked
No. she said, 4 love him. From
the opening page to the 'finis' his
books are gardens Of delight to me.
He interests you in his meanest char
acter, and enlists your svmpathiea
not with one, but with all. He is ini-
mitable, he is Incompatible. Others
may, in their style, be as interest
ing, but to me there is none like
him.
A deeper flush had come into her
cheeks, and her eyes grew wider and
darker.
Decidedly pretty now, 1 inform.
ed myself, and really quite an in
telligent little person.
After that Miss Whiting andb
were most sociable. 1 sought her
society, and she did not avoid me,
but treated precisely as she would a
younger brothe; not just that, either
for she was a little more reserved,
and yet we had some very pleasant
chats together She could talk
sense, and L prided myself on my
abilities in that line, and so almost a
week slipped by before knew it.
Il think 1 should find it very dull
here but for you, u said to her one
day. Odd, too, when 1 dreaded your
coming so!'
She looked up wonderingly, Dred
ed my comingY
Yes; | feared you would be one
of the sloshiDg kind, and wonld dress
to kill, and talk me wild, and give
me no peace
what gave you that idea?
i don't know, unless it was being
bored to death by my chum, Fred
German, about a Captain Kate the
belle of the season, and l thought
you might be her style
and did you ever see this Cap
tain Kate? asked Miss Whiting lift
ing her calm lakes of eyes to mine.
No, but I can imagine her. I an
swered.
"And what do you imagine her
likeY
Thereupon ! gave her a descrip-
ton very much as had given Fred,
and closed by saying:
Now, that style of girl l cannot
tolerate, and fearing you were one
of them, no wonder l dreaded you.'
Then you do not consider me at
all like Captain Kate? she queried.
archly.
Not at ALL 1 said decidedly, but
for you l should feel stupid and dull
Your society lenders it very pleasant
and you are in all things the oppo-
site Of my fears.
'Oh, thank your
She said it so dryly that I looked
up to catch the hidden meaning of
her words, but she was reading, and
her face was calm as usual.
The next day Fred came. I was
standing at the gate when he came
up from the hotel, and, after the
greetings Fred brought his hand
down on my shoulder.
so, Ben, my boy, you jumped
from the frying pan into the fire,
didn't you? IIa! Ha! good joke.
How do you like her?'
l turned in astOnishment, Like
who? What do yon meanY
why, Captain Kate, of course &
4 haven't seen Captain Kate, thank
you. 1 replied with dignity.
what, don't Miss Catherine Whit
ing board here with her step aunt,
Mrs. DearbOneg
Jumped at least three feet into
the air.
You don't mean l began,
while Fred interrupted coolly:
AS jampist you are a successist.
AS stupid blockhead you also ex-
eel. Yes, Miss Whiting is Captain
Kate
But, Fred I said, helplessly, she
is so innocent and childlike, and
rarely pretty, and sosweet an quiet
'All put on said Fred, shaking
his head grayely. She is regular
flirt, and those are her arts. Shes
weaving her net around you, l see
successfully"
The emotions of my heart / should
find it difficult to explain. But l
found Miss Whiting in the arbOr
half an hour later, after Fred had
Ileft, and l lifted my hat with flour
ish, and knelt at her feet
'All honor to Captain Kate, said
/ in mock humility.
She closed her book with a yawn.
you've found out she said. Who
told youY
Fred. And shall l ask pardon
for remarks | made yesterday
Certainly not, she said, sweetly.
You had never seen me then
And now l have a proposition to
make began. we are to spend
several weeks together here, and re
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