The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1878-10-26
CLARps MISTAKE.

midst Of an old fashioned garden whose
luxuriant vegetable beds, bordered by
bright colored flowers, presented
quantity attractive appearance to eyes
used only to city sights.
ssOh, Clare, suddenly exclaims Dora,
t'there is that funny Samantha out in
the strawberry patch, picking berries for
supper. Let's go and help her. It's
such fun to hear her talk"
The speaker was one of Mrs. Blaines
Summer boarders, and Clare was her
cousin, who had come to spend few
weeks with her. Samantha Lee was
the farm mistress's most efficient help,
and was as remarkable for her total ig
norance for sbook larnin," as she called
it, as she was for proficiency in all house
hold details. Dora had found IN her an
unfailing source of fun, and was impa-
tient to show off her peculiarities to
Clare. So it was that in a few mo-
ments' time they made their appearance
before Samantha, flushed and heated
from their run, but making two as
pretty pictures, standing beneath the
oyerarching blue of the sunny June sky,
and framed in by the sylvan garden
scene, as one would find in any land
or cline.
'sCome to helpl" said Samantha, with
kindly nod, as she turned her sharp
black eyes from one to the other. 'sThat's
right. Set-to and pick with will, and
&c Ala&l III
make your mars eyes stick out"
Dora smiled at the idea, knowing well
that nothing short of an earthquake
would be likely to rouse her languid
mamma even into an appearance of In
terest, but she kept discreetly silent.
"And who's thisP queried Samantha,
turning to Clare.
"It's my best friend, Clare Carruth-
ers. She's to stay with me month
Then, with mock pathos in her voice
s1'll have to surrender her up to her
mother again. All, Saratoga why, why
art thou not blotted from existencel then
my own Glare could still be left to hel
own Dora mercies. Couldn't you, dar-
1ingP turning to Clare, who, well used
to Dora's merry chatter, smiled at the
way she ratified on, and commenced a
search for the reddest and the ripest Of
the tempting berries which were hiding
their sweetness under their tender green
leaves.
Irwin Stanley seated, book in hand,
on tho cool veranda- raised his eyes oc
casionally and looked out upon the trio
unconsciously noticing the contrast be
tween the two sylph-like girls and Sa
mantha's tall angular figure. 1t was a
wonder il his eals did not burn, for Dora
had discovered the stranger, and was
plying the good natured servant with
questions about him
esNow, Samantha and as she spoke
her eyes sparkled with fun and mischief,
'stell me who is that tall, grave-looking
YOUNG mani He seems to feel very
much at home. Has he ever been here
beforeP
claws, Miss, he's been here every
Summer since I've known anything
about the place. He's one of the mis-
tress's prime favorites."
els he related to Mrs. Blainel" queried
the same pair of rosy lips
sNow, Miss Dorry," was the depre-
eating answer, ''do you think I'm King
Solomonl You city folks think we up
here in the country knows all about ones
kit and kin, but tain't SO. Miss Blaine's
that close mouthed that for all she looks
as if butter wouldn't melt between them
false teeth of her'n, l don't know moth
ing at all about her or hers. Howsum-
ever, Mr.. Stanley's great scribbler,
though-that much I'm sure on; for
such heap of torn up scraps of paper
rs I'll have to brush up every morning
(unless he's altered since last year,
would make rag man richw
"Maybe he's poet, said Glare, with
a look of sudden interest darkening her
blue eyes.
'sNonsense, Clare" answered practi-
cal Dora. "More likely he's lawyers
clerk. They have lots of writing to do,
and are poor as church mice. | don't
care, though, he's good looking, and /
mean to have some fun with the tall
creature"
'sFor shame, Dora" whispered Glare;
but Samantha smiled as she lifted her
now full basket preparatory to start
for the house, pausing to say:
ssChits like you, Miss Dorry, had bet
ter be playing with doll babies than
with mems hearts. They amt SO easy
to mend, and are sometimes deal more
brittle than mistress's chiney ware.
At tea time the girls made their ap-
pearance, looking so daintily pretty
Dora in pure white muslin frightened
with bows of vivid scarlet-and Glare
in feecy dress of palest blue with
clusters of rosebuds In her hair, and at
her belt-that Irwin Stanley's eyes
dwelt for moment upon each sweet
face, lingeringly, as though 10th to leave
anything so fair and pure.
True to her intention, Dora made her
self very agreeable, and challenged him
to game of croguet. One trial of skill
with mallets and balls, followed after
another with varying success. Clare
was within, touching the keys of an old
but sweet toned piano Ever and anon
the sound of Dora's ripping laughter
Aoated in through the open window and
mingled with her music She was as
vexed with her friend as one SO gentle
could be. Itkwas cruel In her to try
and weave her charms about one she
never could care for. Glare was think.
ing Of an engagement which Dora would
not consent to have announced; but she
well knew Dora was fond of Donald
Grey, and how she could airt with one,