The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1876-08-04
ed. in breafhless dismnv.


can you tell me where Doctor
Scriven resides =
"Half a mile beyond-neXt to
the stone WALL" | stammered,
feeling my face becoming scarlet
and experiencing sensation as
if | should like to sink into the
ground.
And then, to better matters,
slammed the door in his face, and
rushed headlong back to Nell.
"Well, did you put him DOWN.
said Nelly, who had been improv-
ing the time by sitting on the
lowest round Of the step-ladder,
and reading a few lines in "The
Heir Of RedclyHe."
"Put him downw l repeated,
with galvanic laugh. "Look at
me, Nell! Am | a guy a Judy 1? a
scarecrowN
"Well," said Nelly, viewing me
critically, with her head a little
on one side, ''you do look rather
out Of the common"
"a wild appearance to make
before a gentleman, ehw | said,
bitterly.
"Stella, what do you meanw
at wasn't Isaacs at ALL" said l..
at was a gentleman asking the
way to the Scrivens. Now get me
the brush, Nell, and let's get this
beastly business over as quick as
possible"
For all the blitheness and mer-
riment had somehow gone out of
my heart, leaving a pool Of bitter
ness behind.
Twas the beginning of it. Now
for the sequel.
Nell and were invited to GRO
quet party at the MaXwells next
day. If it had been to the Scriv-
ems, | should have "declined with
thanks" However, we girls
knew very well that it wouldn't
do to repel any stray currents Of
enjoyment that came in our neg
lected way; SO we put on our best
swiss muslin and blue sash-loops,
and went!
And the very first person to
whom Barbara Maxwell introduc-
ed me was my hero in gray-Mr.
Singleton White.
"Sue Scrivens' friend" she
whispered. Isn't he splendid 2"
81 was just telling my adven-
ture of yesterday, Miss Gwynne,"
said Mr.. Singleton White, with
out the least Identification in his
mind Of stately Stella Gwynne
and the virago Of the day before.
Fancy my knocking at door,
and being confronted by an ap-
partition in a blue check apron,
with Il face tattooed with dirt and
whitewash, and eyes famine in
dignation-an apparition who
called me ian old scamp and
slammed the door in my face"
"Dreadful I" said !.
Nell looked at me with varying
color, and eyes Of ill-concealed
trepidation.
"Who could it have been 2" said
Hugh Maxwell.
"rd give a great deal to learn"
said Mr.. Singleton White.
"Then you shall be gratified," |
spoke out. ''It was | y
"You?'
Mr.. Singleton White turned
pale. An infinite embarrassment
fell upon the whole party.
"Yes," said |. 81 was white
washing, and | thought it was old
Isaacs, the fsh-vendor, whom |
had forbidden the premises. I'm
sorry | was so rude, but really it
was all a mistake"
CAT all events, Miss Gwynne,
you have great deal Of NOR
al courage" said Mr.. Single
ton White; "for must confess !
never should have known you for
the same person."
My face burned-my heart
throbbed; but, on the whole, !
was glad that l had spoken out
the truth, and we all went to play
croquet, with light hearts and
elastic footsteps-Mr, Singleton
White captain on one side, and |
on the other.
Mr.. White stayed in our village
four weeks, and at the end Of that
time he called at our house to tell
me that he was going away.
"You'll not threaten me with
the whitcwash brush this time,
will you9" said he, laughing.
"No," | answered, coloring scar
let. 'But, Mr.. White, please,
please don't allude to my horrid be-
havior again!"
con one condition | won'tw he
answered.
"And that"
"Is that you will promise to
marry mep'
"Mr. White |" ] exclaimed.
"Stella Gwynnew he exclaim-
ed, coolly.
"You surely cannot be in earn
est?
81 surely can be, and l surely
am !"
"You wouldn't risk yourself
with such a virago as / am y ]
faltered.