Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-03-22

S handed the handkerchief quietly t.
0 her.
l "Allow me, madam"
"Oh thank you? | am sorry to
, trouble you so much. l was very
f awkward.'
, .Jessie's cheeks were blusbing furi-
olsIy under her double dark brown
vail
81 will give him a chance any
how, she thought
But Mr.. Wintringham only bowed
gravely, and maintained courteous
silence
The train slowed up, and Jessie,
with persisten: determination to draw
him into conversation, made teiut of
alarm that amused herself as she peer.
ed out of the window, then at her
seat mate.
"What are we stopping for This
isn't station-oh is anything the
matter 2
Rich smled-th.s little woman was
such an odd one.
"There IS no need of apprehension,
madam, We are entering the tun.
mel T.
"The tunnel oh, dear, the tuwae7!'
But Rich didn't take at all. He
only settled cozily back and slouched
his seal skin bat on his forehead, leav-
ing his companion to fight the imagl-
nary terrors of the tunnel as best she
might.
The train had come to its final
standsill ut the depot, and just as
Wintringham arose to leave the Car,
he felt the tlmid touch Of fingers on
his coat sleeve,
"Please pardon me-but-but-
there is u tefrybcat to cross in-isn't
there =? and if You would be so kind
as to tell me which way it is to the
St. Julia hotel p
Rich buttoned up his overcoat de-
liberately while she spoke.
"Ihe st, Julian ? l am going there
myself, madam. Ifyvu are unaccom.
panied l will see you there. This
way please.
At last Jessie's cheeks were as hot
as fire now, and her eyes as bright as
stars as she walked through the long
depot and ferry house beside her hus-
band. In the ladies cabin Rich gave
her a seat, then left her to join group
of gentlemen who were conversing
near the door, and at the New York
dock he escorted her to Il st. Julian
transfer coach. much as if she had
been child in his charge, whom he
was bound to do hls duty 10y, and yet
considered somev hat Of nuisance.
AS it happened the coach had other
passengers, so that the hot color had
time to die from out Jessie's face,
although she mentally regarded him
"a darling provoking fellow"
Ifyou please. sir, an answer is
wanted -
One of the walters at the St. Julian
handed Il tiny note to Mr.. Rich Whit
ringham just after that gentleman
had inspected the arrangements Of his
room and was settled down for half
hours examination of sundry papers
in hia memorandum book.
San answer Ia letter for me--oh,
yes from. Ned Hathaway, about the
shares"
His eyes 'pened widely as he care
lessly tore it open, to find, not busi
ness communication from Ned Hatha-
way, but a dainty little note, m
graceful flowing back hand.
TO THE GENTLEMAN IN THE SEAL. sRIN GAP:
{Qu have made me desire very much to see
you again. Is there not time to attend the
theatre
YoUR LADY ADMIRER.
Rich drew a long breath of sur
PRISE.
80 chats the little game, is it p
Then he rapidly wrote an answer
and dispatched it by the man, who
grinued knowingly as he received a
twenty-five cent stamp from Jessie's-
trembling fingers.
Nov, then, I've caught him this
time. Suppose he consents"
The ebbing color on her cheeks, the
9ulvering OF her pretty mouth. was
ample evidence of the state of her
feelings and she opened the sealed
envelope as one does telegram
trying to assure ones self nothing is
amiss, and yet feeling it necessary to
be prepared for the worst.
Permit "the gentleman in the seal-skin
cap" to offer a word Of counsel to the