The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1876-05-04

risking the consequences, but was merci
@!!z{ erezea.ea, As f9s. 4oe b !aak 6.
vaIal'srly fssex Mount \ Xa sla to;
Sic t. hin, and hardly excdsable, eSch Of
the hypothesis of his being in love.
"You changed your plan of travel thu
morning., it. seems, Mss s6areeaQn.E re
marked Mr.. Keene, with labored careless
ness, after riding long distance withou
5 t TI:uj;fsfsf3ssu's
I said that on purpose to see how b
would take it.
An! then j! "a ss| hsr proposition tsa, .,
disapprovingly at a way-side raspber1.
Joe opened his mouth 1for an . explain
atory remark, but I shook myhead at hin
in season. His bursts of candor are posi-
ktisely appalling times, and, as con
scientious wife, l have to check them.
couldn't foretell what observation he Nigh
be,led to makgtAeA sp9utg -mctives
in deviating from our original programme
and breathed more freely when he dis
mounted at the halfway place to buy
bow and arrows for TeadyrGe Besides, ny
instincts told m that aRto keeAe yves dy
ing for an opportunity to speak tonne con
fidentially concerning Dill, and Pm natur
"Miss Clement had been an inmate Of
your family fer some months. | believe ~
he began, Us Re watched g. dtross the
bridge that spans the little falls OF the
| s, IN TpISo, 70,
on the opposite bank
"Ever since last winter. She is an old
friend of yours, it appears, Mr.. Keene?''
4 could interrogate as welasas shey~1T The
man was villain, according 10 Din, and
had lively curiosity to hear what q vii.
lain could say for himself.
Eyes, used to regard her as very
dear friend. Had she ever happened to
speak. Of me to you, Mrs. Garcelon?"
Never till yesterday"
He looked up expectantly, but shut
my lips aggrayating)y together, and
turned about to catch a glimpse of Gree
ley's Wash Bowl''-a followed rock in
the middle Of the stream *3'$ '"&~
"She gave you an unfavorable impress
sion of me, judge" he observed, pres
entity, with an uncomfortable smile:
Aka8-r AACAAA&AI AAAEA44 ~ 0RoXxsSIAl uC
statements" said l, oracularly.
seem half repentant enough ffor q man that
was-well, = rambler erEa 4count erfeiter,
for all l Knew. ,Dillss face had expressed
unutterable things against him.
The driver had only stopped toSUater
the horses, and nov the lew passengers
who had got down were taking their
places again I saw Joe striding over the
| bridge, his hands full Of Indian wares
Mr.. Keene saw him too, and resumed,
hastily, ..f.ss. ss.,as = .--. b 80.
you'll pardon my speaking of myself,
Mrs. Garceion, but can't bear to be mis-
construed in this way by one. of .Dilrs-
Miss Clement's-friemls. That ugly story
she told you of me was entirely without
foundation, assure YOU. She believe5it
firmly, l hear, though didn't know Oft
till recently, and consequently was indig-
nant at her conduct toward me-. sBul no
wonder she was exasperated, II she
thought wis.," e
Suppose you can manage to stowaway
these traps, Polly?" broke in Joe, tossing
up handful of baskets, and then follow
ing them; and l was no wiser than be
fore as to what Mr.. Keenei was, or what
Dill thought he was. -. ~
When we descended from the coach to
enter the queer little car that tolls up
Mount Washington, he stood waiting at
the steps to- help Dill in. She gave him u
quick, defiant nod, and sprang past him,
too astounded fof speech, / verify believe
Joe pursed up his lips as if he'were going
to whistle, andl had to divert him BY ask
ing him about the machinery. tie has
genius for mechanics, and enjoys dis.
coursing on cylinders and cog wheels,
that don't. understand the first thing
about. Oncefin a while I try to- Listen,
Just to convince him lie hasn't married an
idiot; and in regard to that wheezy baby
of an engine, l do remember this, that
there are three several ways of=securing it
fast to the track, 50 that it can't slide
backward 1t was a faint consolation to
he assured of this fact when, setting at
rlaught the established laws of gravitation,
we hung suspended on " Jarob,,s Ladder
"a glorious sunset below, the sky above.
E"'' It's like being drawn up to heaven
over rainbow, ''cried Dill, leaning far
out of the window. "Oh, Polly, Polly,
l wish we were going there to stayp'--,--
Don't, Din tax tfatwaJ on the verge
of a precipice:'' 1S -
!, /" It would besuchea triumphaat climb
ing out Of the miseries Of this horrid
world" persisted Dill, sending shivers
down my back; for, with Joe and Teddy
in It, the world wasn't at all hOrrid to me,
and was in no hurry for heaven: sTa'i.
Once since we began the ascent Mr..
Keene had tried to open conversation with
Dill, ana been undeniably snubbed, and
he had now betakans himsaf to the front
platform to look out upon the Silver
Forest eguide. book name for aclunlp
of bleached tree-roots near the summit. of
the mountain-while she stood by me
craning her neck through the window till
l grew fairly dizzy. M. w. !~~a 3
"Come, Dill, stop saying such unearth-
ly things, and sit down like a rational
being" @~ ri. ~
In minute, Polly. Something's burn
ing! Don't you smell smoker
Mercy! it's gou, Dill! T JoeES1oe!
Dill's on fire!''
A spark from the engine must have been
smoldering among her hat ribbons, for as
she drew in her head her gauZe veil
burst into flames. For a moment thought
she was being snatched up to heaven in a
fiery cloud; but the next instant Mr..
Keene had torn off the hat, crushed out
the fire, and crushed IN the crown. Then
he handed it back, sorry looking head
gear scorched and smutty, with broken
plumes. She put it on with an attempt at
grimace. -
"Thank you very much. Do Ilook
like an extinct volcano"' go -''o, .'Ss'-
Hardly extinct, Dill. 1 believe you're
burning with wrath against me deep down
in your heart"
"Well, if YOU will rake up the past,
haven't Hasoh ?" said Dill ssip low, angry
tones. "What right have you to repro
me-a man who Was" 'F' ach
) And here, if you'll credit it, my pre-
cious Joe Numbered in again between me
and my enlightenment respecting Dill's
broken engagement, this time by calling
my attention to the monument OF the ad-
venturous young lady who persisted on
the mountain. Of course it was wicked
to play caves dropper, but would have
cheerfully been wicked . little. Iona er,
till Dill had had q chance to finish her
sentence. After that she and Mr.. Keene
talked together long and. earnestly, and,
tho