Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1879-07-18

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escaped bis lips the evening before.
1t was nearly ten when he started ont
upon his Grand. A good nights sleep
and the fresh breeze and calm. clear
light of that beautiful morning in
spring. had cooled somewhat the fever
that was more of the brain than the
heart. and more of the senses than
either.
And as he tried to recall the words
which rose so readily to his lips few
hours ago, and which then appeared so
easy to speak and appropriate to the oc-
casion, but which now sounded so flat,
strained, and unnatural that he rejected
them in disgust, lie Logan to think that
if his uncle's advice was universally
followed many of the proposals made
would never be ma,'e at all.
u never called ON her in the morn
ing before he SAID TO himself, the
thought of rinding his adored in new
attire and surroundings, giving a quick
err motion to heart and step, as he
turned the corner which brought her
fathers house into view.
A bright-eyed daughter Of Erin, who
had often let him in, was polishing the
doorknob just outside.
Coed morning, Norah. Is Miss
Ida IMP
Sure, an yell find her in the settin :
room, sir, said the girl, a broad smile
upon her honest face as she stepped
aside to let him pass. - heard her
spakin' in there Il minute ago. The
door to the lift. sir.
On familiar terms AZ Richard was
with the Selwyns, lie had never been
admitted to the family sitting-room, and
he hosi,ated moment. Then he turned
the knob Of the door to which he was
directed, which moved noiselessly on
its hinges.
Though the room was not dark, it
seemed so to eyes just coming out OF
the sunshine, and from the threshold
where he stood Richard could see only
the dim outline of a woman curled mp
in large chair, the back of which was
toward him. Thinking to give her
some intimation of his presence, he
tapped Mt the half-open door.
"What do you stand knocking at the
door for 2" cried a voice, which in spite
of its high key, he did not fail to recog
nize. You spoiled my dress yester-
day, and now you want to give me my
death Of cold ] suppose Because you
are a relation you think Ill put up
with everything Pa only took you out
of charity, and pretty return you
make for it J.
To say that Richard was thunder
struck, is to say little. Thinking that
it must be some delusion of the senses,
he advanced toward the speaker, who
now turned her head.
Uttering little shrek, she half
arose, and then sinking back, made an
abortive attempt to hide herself.
81 beg pardon, Miss Selwyn y SIAM
mered our hero. 1T is Miss Selwyn,
I believe? o.
He might we'll ask the question. That
dingy, soiled wrapper, innocent Of
cuff or collar, and those untidy shoes !;
the sallow face with its dismayed and
angry expression, the hair, part of it
strained away from the face in little
pug at the back of the head, the rest
bristling across the forehead in in
Vulnerable curl papers, presenting an
appearance so unlike the lovely, daintily-
attired woman he had known, that for
some moments he could only stare at it
in establishment and disgust.
Our hero could never clearly recall
what he said on that memorable occa-
sion he only knows that he carried out
the idea that was uppermost in his
mind to beat as sudden a retreat as he
decently could do.
In his haste and confusion, instead of
taking the one which led into the hall,
he opened the door into the dining
room, whose only occupant was a
blooming, blue-eyed maiden, who was
busily engaged in putting it to
rights
Comprehending the situation at a
glance, she smilingly offered to conduct
our hero to the outer door, who ex-
pressed his thanks and regrets for the
trouble he had caused her, in as courtly
terms as his confused ideas enabled him
to render.
1t is no trouble SIZE said, with a
blush and smile that dwelt long in his
memory.
"What ap escape !" thought Richard,
aS Hc Welit uOWu luo StepS. W no
would believe that a woman could ap-
pear and look so different?"
Then his thoughts reverted to the fair
vision, of which he had obtained SO
brief glimpse. How pretty she looked
in the neat shilling print that fitted 30
perfectly the acknowledgements form,
and how prettily she smiled and
blushed. There was no sham ,eno false
color there surely.
Not many days after, Richard stood
upon the piazza of the Mountain House,
where he had spent few weeks of
every year during quite succession of
them.
As he glanced around, he saw young
lady leaning against one of the pillars,
the outline of whose form and partly
averted face looked strangely familiar.
A silver-haired man was standing be-
side her, whom he recognized as soon
as he turned his head.
" How do you do, Mr.. Selwyn?" he
said, advancing toward him with ex-
tended hand.
The old gentleman shook hands with
him warmly, and then turning to the
yOuDo laly sold