The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1875-10-14
fFiom Hafper's weekly.lv E7s
A LOye-Match ! in a Car
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81 have lost my way" These words
said suddenly, In a low tone, with an
accent of dismay, interrupted blithe
carOl rippling from The lips Of
Florence Grey.
There could hardly have been a
prettler place to lose ones way in.
The path ended abruptly at the mar
gin of q narrow stream. No more
than a woodland trail, it has been
Lhickly beset with tangled underw wood
and Overhung by gnarled antiques
of q goodly forest; but here, as it end
ed, the woods ended also. A turfed
han ( sloped gently to the waters
e1gef grassy slopes OF the same uo-
dulatlng eharaeter outlined the oP-
pOsite bank of the rivutet; gardens
and villas, and beyond them piles of
facade and roof, smOke-stack and
spire, imaged against clear June sky
the profile of q town.
az have lost my way" The speak
er was q girl of perhaps eighteen years
of age, but so essentially youthful in
form and feature that the girlish ele-
ments preponderated emphaticslly
over the womanish-a girl costumed In
white muslin, with bodice blue, and
a broad-brimmed straw hat trimmed
with blue ribbons, very nearly in the
style of "a stage shepherdess. For q
crook she carried fresh cut birch
rod, and clasped against il, rather
deleterlousIy to their rreservatious s
bunch of wood leaves.
Along the path. stopping here and
there to gather leaf, she had been
singing to herself just those light
hearted snatches of song that one is
apt to hum or carol CT whistle in the
woods. Her dainty blonde. face was
rOsily flushed with exercise AID
pleasure, and her ungl0ved hands
were redeemed ike her. cheers.
Fl have lost my way Toe second
time that these words we're spoken
they were no longer q soIiloquy, but 3
complaint addressed to an auditor.
Florence Grey, Tripping down the
green-sward, had come suddenly upon
stranger, a youth, who at her first
glance she pronounced gentle and
trust-worthy-a darkroom plexiOned,
thoughtful-fac young man, walk
ing by the rivers edge with ponder
ing footsteps and reading u little
book.
''Csn you tell me, SIR, the way to
LindengToye, opposite the Long
So spake our shepherdess, not drop
ping q courtesy IN stage style, but
assuming for the,moment a Ianguid'
air OF hauteut. tE E1 q
Il can direct you" answered the
youth, courteOusiy, "but not very
definitely. 1 can better sbOV you
the way, If you will allow me-"
"Guide me, please" said the maid
en-, "and will follow, for if am not
at home by sundown, my mother
will be in mysteries. l have the mis-
fortune to be an only child. Liberty is
sweet" she added, following her
guide into the woods, "but it has TO
be paid for dearly. We were all in
the woods together, and 1 wandered
of alone. It was so bewitching
Please tell me, are we miles away
from N-?'
"Hardly less than four miles from
the Long Bridge by the direct route, "
said her guide; shut can show yOu
n wood path quicker. a
"ShoW it to me then" said Miss
Grey, land I shall be forever grate-
| full, for my dear nOther's sake SRe
Il
is sn Invalid ; she worries"
ave are spending the summer at
Lindengrove," after & brief pause,
continued this effable young lady,
''and our chief pleasure is ia the
wood. To-day we had aa fete, aRd
crowned a June queen. Do you live
lin N-9fh - gsHFT
ssT do not oaIl MY home. but
my residence is there for the pres
ent."
"And you cross the Long Bridge TO
come into the forest ?"
"NO, my approach is different.
cross the river above the dam. But
4 know every turn of the path, seVery
4 inch OF the bank. "a ~ - n
Florence Grey followed her guide
! through what seemed q trackless
wild. He paused frequently to hold
back some branch tnat barred the
way, and at these moments slaneed
I quickly but with keen Interest aE he.
face. l--4a-s illi- - ~ - 9
They kept up easily light-hearted
talk that would have been common
place but for its cast OF broken light
its tincture Of fragrance and romance
caught from the summer wood.
Out OF the thieket they emerged
Il lust as the sun was setting. Every
feature OF the scene they entered be.
came afterwErd significantiy memoir
able. -ts e. -.
The bank, curved into low-shorsd
cove, was grown thieklY to thl
waters edge with blue forget.me-nots
now in their full bloom. A contras
Of color. q perspective of color, LEI
from this emerald ground, studdes
:, with turquois starr. to the pale blue
4 green, the acquamarine, of the fai
sky, swept with 3 moving trellis o
carmine clouds, flushed and fired b,
sunset. so
The guide paused, and looked tow.
ard his companion expectantly. ii
was not disappointed. Their eye
met in one of those sympatheti
avowals of kindred perception tina
unites in harmony Of music and bar
nony Of vision the lovers of beauty
They fingered not long. From thi
I glen OF forget-me-nots q direct patl
led to 1indeDgrove, and Miss Fiorenc
Grey, with many thanks 10 her court
so1s conductor. reached home ii
time to assauge the rising Mysteries Q
her anxious mamms.
4 A week after this occurrence o.
. Intimate frfpnd NJ Ars Grev aska