Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-01-03
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Cant YOU be tempted into the garden,
Miss Silverthorn ?" l asked in my most in
sinuating tone.
"Oh. yes,' said she listlessly; "when
the tempter asks me, I'll GO"
This was encouraging, so entered the
room and faced her. VERY well, here
he is
She laughed lightly. Dear, dear;
how the boy fatters himself"
This was hardly encouraging; still
would not be rebutfed.
Your father and Mr.. Smart are en-
gagged in most interesting conversation:
come out and listen to il.
Thanks; leave inquisitiveness to the
gentlemen
You needn't trouble to do that" an
swered glibly; they have plenty of their
own"
She played bar Of music.
You don't understand me. Mr.. Stow
| am not at all curious"
Then certainly don't understand you;
for to my lights you are the most curious
little lady in the world
She smiled. rose from the music stool.
and took nv arm. The contact thrilled
me strangely; she gave me one serious
look with her eloquent brown eyes, and
led me out half dazed into the happy twi-
light
About 10 80 on the same night entered
the apartment known as 1.-The study"
which looked out on the trees and faced the
river. This room the pupils were allowed
to regard as their own. They might
read, write or smoke in it, and these priv
ileges were INDUCED in according to the
taste or laZiness of each. On the night
refer to / found Stuart Smart stretched
out at full length on the couch close to
the open window. cigarette between his
lips, and a silver mug containing claret
water within reach of his hand.
Have a weed ?' he asked lazily as |
entered.
lighted the proffered cigar. and looked
dreamily out ofthe window didn't wish
to talk. My heart was full, and my brain
occupied my thoughts which were continu-
ally grouping themselves into possible re-
alities round and about her.
Rather nice girl. Miss Silverthorne, y
said Smart, after a pause.
"Ye-es.''
isn't quite my style. but doosid nice all
the same. You seemed rather fetched
''Ye-es; oh yes. beg your pardon,
I'm sure | mean that Miss Silverthorne
seems a very charming girl
''Umph! yes in fits and starts. She is
sometimes most provoking little mink.
Try some of this cup: | brewed it
myself
/ felt like committing an assault on
Stuart Smart, but he was lying supine.
and the odds were too many in favor of
myself. quenched my rising wrath in a
draught of claret.
VERY picturesque and idylic YOU both
looked tonight. The old boy, though,
didn't think it halfso pleasing sight as |
did. All! ali. 1t win be fun to watch the
other fellow?n
What other fellow, Mr. Smart ?" in
quired, trying not to appear anxious
The other fellow-I can't pronounce
his name. He called himself Magyar,
whatever that may be. OF course, he $
doosid clever and all that sort of thing,
don't you know, but beastly Objectionable
and he is undoubtedly sweet ON Con-
stance
.'Confound the fellow ~ l thought to
myself. chow dare he take her name in
vain.'' felt that that delicious right be-
longed to me alone, already.
HE is some distant relation, l believe
Not that he is very far off, don't you
know; he will be here tomorrow, and
then fancy there will be fun"
''Oh, indeed! Ishe particularly humor-
Gus. or witty, or what P''
"Oh, Lor', no, >" answered Smart with a
chuckle; ''only you and he will most like
ly come to loggerheads.
And We did. l babe hasty goodnight
to Smart, and eagerly sought the solitude
of my bedroom, but not to sleep. | was
not insufferably romantic in those DAYS, nor
was my imagination unnaturally developed
for my twenty years. | had fancy for
incoming, however. habit which has
grown upon me since and gazing out on
heavenly July night, with her sweet
voice ringing in my ears, and with the
gentle pressure of her fingers fresh upon
my hand, | felt happy, but anxious.
Sleep did not visit me till daybreak and
nine O'Clock had sounded before | splashed
out of my tub and had finished my ten
minutes dumb-bell exercise Through
the window could see Stuart Smart bowl
ing at a single stump in the paddock, and
small boy endeayoring to stop the criek-
ct ball as it bounded beyond the wicket
The sun was shining mildly, but gave
every indication of treating us to scotch
ing day. l descended to the garden and
was presently conscious of female figure
fitting among the standard rose trees.
With my hands in my pockets sauntered
toward her and asked her for a flower
''Most emphatically no. says she, with
little start. why should I?n
How fresh and sweet she looked in her
morning dress I! Still l was put out by her
answer.
''Why shouldn't youp"
She shrugged nor shoulders ever so
slightly. "A man shouldn't ask he ought
to take
Then III take liberty and rose as
WELL" and ] chose flower from the bas-
ket that hung on her arm. | stuck it in
my button hole. She said nothing, but
turned aside.
Now pin, and my bliss is complete, Z"
said l, arranging the stalk so that the rose
should not escape. With swift move
ment she was at my side, pinning the
flower into my shooting jacket Her lin
en- collar hung awry. She had robbed her
self to satisfy my within.