St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1879-12-20

thing, but, for the first inst ant, it
did fall fat in mouths that were
made up for ice cream.
at is raspberry float" said Kitty,
innocently, in reply to neighbours
question. 81 picked all the berries
fol. it myself"
dyes said sharp-eyed young
lady, whom Kitty had already rec
ognized as the one she saw in the
lane. Il saw you rihing the Grey
stone bushes"
"Why, Kitty" exclaimed Mary
Wylie, with deepening color, "you
did not go out of our lot, did your
''I'm afraid I did," said Kitty,
becoming embarrassed at the mis-
chievous and meaning glances that
met her on all sides, and feeling
that, for some reason, her cousin
was annoyed.
But just then some one passed his
saucer for little more of the float,
and one after another began to
praise it. till at last Mary's equan-
unity returned.
Meanwhile, Mr. Wylie, who had
been sitting comfortably all the
evening out in the honey-suckle
scented piazza, had company of his
own. 1t was Hugh GreystoLe, who,
coming up the path and finding him
there, had stopped for talk.
MIR. Wylie," he said, I've come
to say that | have changed my mind
about our lawsuit. The wall is out
of repair, the mere-stone is lost, and
if you are sure about your survey, /
can't say but there may have been a
mistake. In fact, I concede the
knoll"
"That's right, Hugh, my boy, "
exclaimed Mr.. Wylie, his stiff dig
nity melting into hearty cordiality.
Il knew you would do the fair
thing when you came to look it
over"
Some little friendly chat followed,
and then Mr.. Wylie took Hugh into
the parlor with tie most impressive
kindness. making the company all
feel that this was the hunored guest
of the evening. He finally intro
duced him TO Kitty. who blushed
like cinnamon rose. At her side
he stayed, and when Mary smiling
ly brought HIM some cake and float,
he pronounced the latter perfection,
and ate it III Il state of beatitude.
"Why didn't you tell me I was
trespassing this morning." Kitty
asked, softly.
Il had been waiting for you too
long," he said, half jesting, half in
earnest.
Six weeks later Mr.. Wylie went
out one pleasant morning to repeat
Ifs survey, and to lay the founda-
ton of his wall anew. His meas
urements did not come cut exactly
as he expected, and he was growing
puzzled, when suddenly, in driving
a stake, he discovered, a few inches
under the ground, the >long-lost
mere-stone.
Now we can set things right, y
he exclaimed, exultantly. But his
face fell as he went on surveying,
for by the aid of the stone he recti-
fed bis survey, and was dumb
founded to discover that the old
wall had been right all the time,
and the knoll was not his. He
looked up and saw Hugh Greystone
crossing the field.
Hugh" he called out in his has
ty way, come here! I've been an
old fool, and you've been a gentle
man. The knoll is yours, sure
enough"
"Oh, I've made you present of
it," said Hugh, rather grandlv.
But if you don't want to keep it,
you can give it to my wife.
"Your wife?" asked MIR. Wylie,
amazed.
YES" replied Hugh, with look
of happy pride, kitty has just
promised to be mine for life. :"
So the little summer episode
reached its sweet conclusion, and by
the time the brown autumn leaves