The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1877-09-20
Romance of a Spitz Dog.
n. 7. 5.

NV story opens the brightest of June
mornings upon the little city of Airline
TRANQUILITY glittering in green and white
on the shores of Lake Michigan. From
the steamers that glided quietly by,
eight or ten miles off shore, Airline was
a haven of summer rest, an oasis made
for happy idlers, of which tired city
passengers could treasure up only fit
ting glimpses for future sighs and
dreams. A nearer approach but con-
frmed this rather ideal impression.
The busiest part of Airline was one
broad street, up which swept the un-
broken lake breezes, and where the
passers-by could be counted on ones
fingers at any hour of the day The
rest of the place was so embowered In
trees that it more nearly resembled a
grove than town. Even the quiet
little river-whOse arbitrary twisting
drew very satisfactory line between
aristocratic and plebeian Arline-bore
its country lilies to the last bridge that
spanned its shallow current before it
lost its sleepy identity in the lake.
Despite the forbidding shades the IT.
repressible sunbeams sailed into the
most guarded hooks. Perhaps their
rashest adventure was a surreptitiOus
entrance into the chamber of Miss
Helen Marlette through breach in the
maple boughs and blind carelesly
left aslant. With characteristic pre-
sumption they flung golden ladder
upon the wall above that sleeping lady's
head, then slowly slipped downward.
The warm bars fell at length upon her
uncoiled hair-so black that it did not
give forth even tawny lustre-and a
golden line slid athwart the handsOmest
nose in Airline. Upon this the lady sud-
denly unclosed her eyes and stared
wildly at the ceiling. Then the bed
room door breezily opened, and young
lady with wide, blue eyes and much
be-frizzled blonde head burst into the
room.
"Cousin Helen! NOtup yet? Why,
| was dressed two hours ago, waiting
to see what Mr.. Simmons said about
the party in the morning paper. l
made myself as charming as possible to
him last night, though | was dying all
the time to be with somebody else. But
I've reaped my reward. Oh, he gave
such putl!'
BY this time the blonde was critically
examining the back Of her dress in the
mirror.
"Helen," she continued, 81 knew
nv dress was success, because the
moment Jennie Barrett saw me she col
lapsed and looked like the melancholy
days the rest of the evening. What a
Jealous disposition that girl has! l Iac-
tually pity her. Oh! | forgot to say
that you were eXtolled as usual; but
you have been to so many parties ! sup
pose YOU do not care so much about it
as / do" trying the effect of a white
rose in her hair.
GLOW late is it, Sake" Helen asked,
following the girls quick movements
with an amused look, "and why so
much elegance so early in the morn
ingY"
"That's what | came to tell you
about. Mamma has invited Ernest
Houston to dinner, and you'd never in
the world guess who's coming with
him. That queer brother of his, who
went out to the cannibals seven years
ago"
"What, Fred HoustonY"
eyes, he came last night. | suppose
III have to to talk to him, as Ernest is
so devoted to you. It's not early,
either. You'd better come down stairs
right away, or they'll be here before
you'll have time for breakfast "Au
rer0ri"
The door closed, and then suddenly
re-Opened.
"Helen, don't wear blue this morn
ing because | have it on. Why don't
you put on your white with scarlet
roses? It's so becoming. Oh, ! always
hated missionaries, and ] know Wen
quarrel. If he is my second cousin I'll
not call him Fred, but Mr.. Houston.
III keep him ut distance" And the
blue ruflles again whirled out.
Before SaXie's slippers had ceased to
patter on the broad old stairs Helen
Marlette was up and dressing, with an
unusual light in her gray eyes. In
sooth, the "queer brother" so lightly
mentioned, had once filled that re-
motest corner of Miss Marlette's ailec-
tions known as FIRST Loves" and to
meet ones first love after a stormy
parting and a separation of seven years
Is enough TO stir the calmest blood.