Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-08-09

Hang the umbrella
| stepped back for it-one seconds
delay. In that second there was
just enough steam on to whirl the
train out OF the station, past hope Of
overtaking. Strongly inclined to
pitch it into the middle of the track,
tucked my umbrella under my arm
savagely, and wheeled about, Only
to tear off with its ferrule the top of
a basket that the owner of the flute
like voice was carefully carrying
behind me, and away fed two white
doves 10 the air, and vanished in the
blue.
| turned at her exclamation. "a
thousand pardonsl' [ exclaimed.
What shocking careessness Were
they pets ? Is it impossible for me
TO replace them p In the swift in
stants of those few words / had for
gotten all about trains, traps, um-
brella, wedding-1 had forgotten
myself in short.
oh no indeed. not pets at all
perhaps they will go home again.
| have others there. Mrs. Burbank
said | would 10 Sc them. They were
meant for a wedding present. she
added, with smile that made the
lips as perfect as the voice was sweet
and that seemed to kindle the eyes
to blue vivid as the sky's into
which the doves had vanished eyes
with long black back-bent lashes
that gave them a most infantile in
nocence. In another moment, I'M
der my gaze, the lids fell, and a COL
or like that of a wild blush>rose
crept over the cheek and mounted
almost to the scft loosely curling
rings of chesnut-hair on the white
forehead, and fell! again.
Il don't know how to express my
regret L said.
ooh, please don't think of it, she
answered. Il will telegraph to have
another pair sent to Waterway.
They will reach there as soon as |
shall; for l found myself on the
wrong train, and there is no other
that makes the connection to-day.
THAT is exactly my case said [.
'And the wedding feast to which |
am hidden takes place tomorrow.
'Why, so does mime SAID she,
laughing, and giving me a quick,
curious glance. i wonder Il
WONDER said 1, 'if you are my cous-
in Marcia's cousin Rose 2,
And then you are my cousin Mar
cia's cousin Ferguson p
Allen Ferguson, at your SER
vice. said |.
DO you know she said, shyly,
and coloring again in the same
charming way, Il thought it must
be you for have seen your pho
tograph.'
mo photograph would look like
you,' | said; and then, as she half
drew back, l fastened to ask for her
luggage.
DIR. Wilder took that for me yes
terday,' she answered. He Is our
old rector, you know
| Il know ne Is mine.
Yours why, you don't belong in
Brentford.'
Il belong in his parish, wherever
it is
How very pleasant Well,' she
ended, with sigh, Il wish be had
taken me too, for don'tsee but /
may as we'll go home; the wedding
will be over before | can get there,
Il don't know about that said j
sThe world went on before there
were railways, and there are plenty
of 'cross, country roads left. And
if there is team to be had in this
village
ooh, l don't think it would do she
interrupted, shrinkingly.
sNot do 2 l said. 'Pray, why not?
All. you are doubtful concerning
the proprieties. Perhaps my Gre
dentials are not enough. Let me
see. There is my name on my um-
brella. But as that may be stolen
here it is again, on my wallet; there
is letter addressed to me-Mr. AL
len Ferguson
'Oh, | know you are Allen Fer
gurson,' she said. Marcia showed
me your picture. l have always
known all about you. But
But your cousin Marcia's cousin
Furgerson is not sufficient escort,
said [.
'You-You mustn't be offended,
she cried. Indeed, it is very kind.
i am extremely obliged. But-but
DIR. Wilder-Mrs. Burbank. Oh,
it disappoints me fearfully. but
But we are fools once in our lives.
And here was Allen Furgerson in
fatuated at one glance, in one in
slant, over a pretty face, sweet
voice, a blushing cheek, q shining
eye-over another mans bride, an
other mans wife, for ought be new;
for who keeps the run of his cou-
sins cousins lives ? Not so; that
virginia. glance, that dewy lip-the
dew of the morning was on them
yet. Instinct is as good as knowl-
edge. sYou shall not be disappeint-
ed; l don't intend to be, myself
And in two minutes more the tele-
graph instrument was clicking for
special engine for Waterway. 1t
was getting to be q very expe nsive
um brella.
Before l had fairly explained to
the little Rose what we were to do,
an engine came laundering back
from the junction, took US aboard,
ran up, and shifted: and an hour of
ground and lofty tumbling in that
jumping cab landed US at Waterway.
And to tell the truth, | felt that my
handsome Treasury-note but cheap
ly purchased the pleasure of seeing
little Rose in the white silk and
shining veil and blue forget-me-nots
that all of Marcia's bridesmaids wore
next day. myself was grooms-
man; but what are groomsmen P
mere punctuation points, marks of
exclamation, lines of shadow, be-
hind the glory and the grace of we'd